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O-U-T-K-A-S-TLive, from the center of the earth, 7 light-years below sea level we go, welcome to Stankonia. The place from which all funky things come. Would you like to come? (girl moaning, lasts throughout intro)Bounce baby. (We're bouncing)Bounce. Bounce. (We're bouncing)2 times bounce bounce. (We're bouncing)We bouncing. (We're bouncing)BOUNCE... (We bouncing baby)(We're bouncing!) C'mon, bounce.(Bouncing! Bounce baby) Bounce!Bounce bounce. (Baby!) Bounce bounce.(Let's bounce) C'mon bounce. (Everybody let's bounce)(Let's bounce) We bouncing now. All that bouncing, niggaz be from the H-L. We got Bankhead right here, southwest and 92 strong.BREAK!! -clap- |
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Ain't nobody dope as me
I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlo's And El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like Ralo So follow it's your time at the Apollo Minus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a leopard-print Teddy Pender-grass cooler than Freddie Jackson Sippin a milkshake in a snowstorm Left my throat warm in the dorm room at the AU We do hey you And might do some cake too But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make Cause Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Canary yellow seven house of business on display My nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims today So a nigga can ride out to the colorful hideout I'ma show you how to wild out like Jack Trippa Let me be bambino on your snippas YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard When I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold ya Like Noah I get crews to choose and you get pretty deep But i'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be there for me Cause Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Those huge baby eyes get to runnin off at they mouth Tellin me everything that's on yo nasty mind They say your malnutrition in need of vitamin D And inviting me to that tingle in yo spine I love who you are love who ya ain't you so Anne Frank Let's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks With change and no chains and whips I do suck lips Till hips jerk and double time the boy next door's a freak Ha Ha Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean (And we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet (In my mind ...) the sky is fallin ain't no need to panic (But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic (Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic (And we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet (In my mind ...) the sky is fallin ain't no need to panic (But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic (Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I ove when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean |
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Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus We da type of people make da club get clunk Ah ha hush dat fuss Everybody move to da back of the bus We da type of people make da club get clunk Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off your eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We taking another route to represent the Dungeon family Like Great Day, me and and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbin every city when we headed to that bat cave A-T-I, Georgia, what we do for ya Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy you soundin silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty Doin doughnuts round you suckas like them circles around titties DAMN we committee gone burn it down But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now Ah ha hush dat fuss Everybody move to da back of the bus We da type of people make da club get clunk Ah ha hush dat fuss Everybody move to da back of the bus We da type of people make da club get clunk I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To simulate then activate the left and right brain Said baby boy you're funky as your last cut You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what Thats one to live by or either that one to die to I try to just throw it at you determine your last adventure Andre, got to her station heres my destination She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group aint commin wit it But im witcha you cause you problay goin through it anyway But anyhow when in doupt, went on out and bought it Cause I thought it would be jammin, but examine all the flawsky-wasky Awfully sad and its costly but thats all shit And I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shits creek its week is the last quote That I want to hear when Im goin down when all's said and done And we got a new joe in town When the record playa get skippin and slowin down All yawl can say is thwm niggas earned that crown, but until then.. Ah ha hush dat fuss Everybody move to da back of the bus We da type of people make da club get clunk Ah ha hush dat fuss Everybody move to da back of the bus We da type of people make da club get clunk Ah ha hush dat fuss Everybody move to da back of the bus We da type of people make da club get clunk Ah ha hush dat fuss Everybody move to da back of the bus We da type of people make da club get clunk (uhh huh uh huh baba yea yea) |
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Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said get on the bus go get your work and keep your beeper chirpin' is a must Is you on that dust or cornstarch familiar with that smack man The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack man Pac man how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that man Ridin' round Old National on 18's without no gat man I'm strapped man & ready to bust on any nigga like that man Me & my nigga we roll together like Batman & Robin we prayed together through hard times and swung hard when it was fitting But now we tappin' the brakes from all them corners that we be bending in Volkswagens & Bonnevilles Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes If you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain steering wheel for real you can go on chill out & still build let your paper stack instead of going into overkill pay ya fuckin beeper bill bitch Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini Twice upon a time there was a boy who died twice and lived happily ever after but that's another chapter live from home of the brave with dirty dollars beauty parlors & baby bottles & bowling ball Impalas street scholars that's majoring in culinary arts You know how to work bread cheese & dough from scratch but see the catch is you can get caught Know what ya sellin' what ya bought so cut that big talk Let's walk to the bridge now meet me halfway now you may see some children dead off in the pathway it's them poor babies walkin' slowly to the candy lady It's lookin' bad need some hope like the words maybe if or probably more than a hobby when my turntables get wobbly they don't fall I'm sorry y'all I often drift I'm talkin' gift so when it comes you never look the horse inside it's gril of course you know I feel like the bearer of bad news Don't want to be it but it's needed so what have you Now question is every nigga with dreads for the cause Is every nigga with golds for the fall Naw So don't get caught in appearance it's Outkast Aquemini another Black experience Okay Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini The name is Big Boi Daddy Fat Sax the nigga that like them Cadillacs I stay down with these streets 'cause these streets is where my folks at Better know that some say we problack boy we professional we missed a lot of church so the music is our confessional Get off the testicles & the nut sacks you bust a rhyme we bust back Get get back for real niggas that's out here tryin' to spit facts You hear dat can't come near dat maybe you need to quit because Aquemini is Aquarius & Gemini runnin' shit like this My mind warps and bends floats the wind count to ten meet the twin Andre Ben welcome to the lion's den original skin many men comprehend I extend myself so you go out & tell a friend Sin all depends on what you believing in Faith is what you make it that's the hardest shit since MC Ren Alien can blend right on in wit' yo' kin look again 'cause I swear I spot one every now & then It's happenin' again wish I could tell you when Andre this is Andre y'all just gon' have to make amends Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini |
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1 2 3 Yeah Inslumnational Underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground Wooh Like a million elephants or silver back Orangutangs you can't stop the train Who wants some Don't come unprepared I'll be there but when I leave there Better be a household name The weatherman tellin us it ain't gon rain So now we sittin in a droptop soaking wet In a silk suit trying not to sweat Hittin'somersaults with out the net But this'll be the year that we wont forget 1 9 9 9 Anno Domini anything goes Be what you want to be long as you know consequences are given for living the fence is too high to jump in jail Too low to dig I might just touch hell HOT Get a life now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail a scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and a baby mamma Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers Stack of questions with no answers Cure for cancer cure for AIDS Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days Get back home thangs are wrong Well not really it was bad all along Before your left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour Hello ghetto let your brain breathe Believe there's always mo Owwww Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad Uno dos tres it's on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone Like that there boy and we still stay street Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team crack fiend dying to geek OutKast bumpin up and down the street Slant back Cadillac about five niggaz deep Seventy five MC's freestyling to the beat Cause we get crunk stay drunk at the club Should've bought an ounce but you copped a dub Should've held back but you threw the punch Supposed to meet your girl but you packed a lunch No D to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl four years Jordan Never turned my back on my kids for them Should've hit it quit it rag top Before you RE up get a laptop Make a buisiness for yourself boy set some goals Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals Record number four but we on the road Hold up slow up stop control Like Janet Planet Stankonia's on ya Moving like Floyd comin straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the corridors Pullin off my belt cause a whippings in order I'd like a three piece fish before I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell then I hit the border Piti pat rappers trying to get the five I'm a microphone fiend tryin to stay alive When you come to A Town boy you better not hide Cause the Dungeon Family gon ride HA Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival |
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Well its the m i crooked letter coming around the south Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old southern slouch Please ain't nothin but inscence in my atmosphere I'm bendin corners in my lac boi cause that's how we be rollin here Deep the slang is in effect because its Georgia Kickin they khakis and ... packin yo pieces cause you sposed to cousin Catfish and grits is how my flow flow Rollin steady in that caddy but them 50 bottles got to go See Juice and gin used to be my friend, from the begin And now i'm just a player sippin sauce, every now and then To catch a buzz like a bumble bee Niggaz who tried to fuck with me Get sprayed like raid cause it ain't nothin see (Andre) My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock No my heart don't pump no koolaid ... and you'll get you spray Hooray yo block the one and only Outkast Many a nigga fallin fast and How you think you last-in Quickly, they ain't gone get me Got somethin fo'em The devil up in yo grill and you still don't even know'em Show'em, who's the ok Like collard greens and whole eggs I got soul, thats somethin that you ain't got That's why yo style is ro-ten, Stop in the land of ATL Where nothin but pimps, fully equiped Quick to make a sale, swell Rolling got my pocket fitness boomin light Rocket smoke tried to stop me but they know that its that... (Chorus) Its that southerplayalisticcaddilac funky music Now Players if you choose it You better make sure you don't abuse it We gonna get cha hiiiighh, hiiiighhh (Andre) Time to drop these bows, like dusty rhodes Then I yell ho We knockin em off they feet like a southern hustler supposed To do , I's in the house, house like A joint is lit fo my kin folks And all the niggas that was down, since we been broke Takin'em deeper than a submarine So scream when you hear the team of two My groove be thick as two fat hoes sittin off in a room I'm packin my tag backwards if you want to be actin wrong Word is bond like super glue Its funky like poopa scoop And every word I say you can true. (Big Boi) Well okey dokey kastout I swear to God I got the highest boomin cadillac The expialalistic coupe de ville Can you handle that you rat I take my time cruisin round the city malls And under my seat for you suckers its your final curtain call The one two to the guage p-u-m-p. You want to do a jack I heat the barrel till this hippi get me See i get friendly gettin in where i fit Organized is on the track with the southernplayalistic shit So copy my slang and bite my shit But don't try heckelin me Cause sleepin you'll get served with some southern hospitality (Chorus) (Big Boi) Well southernplayalisticadillac music has been layed I may wait for all the ... be rolling like that today hoes So back up off get up on it if you want it cha'll Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on player's ball yup So now I step, rather walk with the pimp Lit by, my niggaz are at east point With that college park hemp smoke style Is how I wanna end it on this track so I pass it to my partner And step back up in my cadillac (Andre) Step into my shoes, you crews sittin on truths And those for the hoes only when we rollin through Atlanta skies be blue The sun is beamin it seemin That i glisten, rather gleaming 20/20 got me leaning to the side Feel the pride, now ain't that somethin I'm dippin into your hood This ain't braile, but i'm bumpin Thumpin out the roaches Dungeon if ya'll missed it Big Gimp, Goodie MOb, PA, Outkast ...
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Let me dig into your brain
folks fallin like rain Property got me sellin thangs guess I'm gon' explain Jane is rolled up no gangs be throwed up But still Andre got action they Sweat like Keith all on my teeth I take it upon myself to handle mine thinkin that you gots ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this I'm crumblin' no time for fumblin sellin my sacks watchin my back Wettin em up like splish, leavin em in a splash of blood, the clock is tickin niggaz from my block is missin I'm puttin it down like it be hot before we all get shot Got, only so much time in this bastard Bitter be claimin broke but I be sayin they pro-cras-ti-natin Settlin for less, bet' be ready when they roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and youse gone, up outta here for good Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood Yeah, whassup There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb Niggaz can't let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb So check me out, see Once in a while when niggaz be tryin to test me I gets frisky Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huh I'm gettin nice with them thangs, because I do like that You heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to dat I run my lyrics the way y'all wanna hear em And shoot my dice like it's the brick the way that wall done flicks em Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin But I'm runnin niggaz over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it Ten millimeters count em nigga fuckin high See I added a millimeter for y'all niggaz doin crimes and drivebys Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, "Sayonara" suckers I flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckers Be boppin shots, like them hoes be poppin coochies and I still be spreadin bullets like them freaks be spreadin cooties So look here niggaz, I'm Huntin Red October I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb Niggaz can't let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb Wooo! Big Boi Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it's empty That's where the erb be droppin, it's simply marvelous time is tickin But some of that time when I be layin vocals in the Dungeon Sugar Bear and Mon be smokin ounces like it ain't nuttin It ain't shit, to take another hit so hit it of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shit It's all day any til they label me deceased so fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world peace We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out like some merry men, cowards I be buryin Comin around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothin just like DJ do the cuttin I be havin your posse duckin nothin but King Shit, I am askin, sucka can you hand That player with the pepper throwin salt off in your game Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker don't be cryin on me That stuff the sess be in my chest until I'm chillin in peace, yeah There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb Niggaz can't let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb Ah shit now, comin' in like two fat hoes sittin' off on cornflakes droppin' this thangs like french fries in hot grease Bigg Gipp, Goodie Mob, PA, Outkast, the J-O-I just to let y'all niggaz know forever pimpin', never slippin' that's how it is, that's how it's gon be, that's how it was in the past that's how it's gon be in the future nigga it's all day ayan day, so what you wanna do wit it bring that shit on, you know what I'm sayin' There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb Niggaz can't let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb Niggaz can't let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb |
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Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas,
mamas... Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas Yeah, go like this I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times A baby drama mama, don't like me She doing things like havin her boys come from her neighborhood To the studio tryin to fight me She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I'll pay that I love your mom and everything, see I aint the one who laid down She wanna rip you up started cussin you all, my lawyer stay down She never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided She had fifths out, cookouts, on my child's birthday I aint invited Despite it, show her the utmost respect when I fall through All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Me and your daughter Got a special thang goin on You say it's puppy love We say it's full grown Hope that we feel this Feel this way forever You could plan a pretty picnic But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson Ten times out of nine, now if I'm blind fine The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream Bout that crib with the goodyear swing On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever? Forever never seems that long until you're grown And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could Become a magician to abacadabra off to Sata Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads It happened for a reason one can't be, mad So know just know that everything is cool Yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Look at the way he treats me, shit, look at the way you treat me See your lil nose ass homegirls got they ass up in the creek G Without a pad on, you left the straddlin, ride this thing on out And the union girl aint speakin no more cuz my dick all in her mouth Know what I'm talkin about, jealousy, and fidelity, envy Cheating, beating, and to the G's they be the same thing So who you placin the blame on, you keep on singin the same song Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on You and your mama I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times |
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Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin
Gettin down for theirs From East Pointe College Park Decatur DeVries... My man the scene was so thick Lowriders Seventy Seven Sevilles El Do's nuttin but them 'Llacs All the players (DePorte in the house) all the hustlers I'm talkin bout a black man heaven here YouknowhatI'msayin? Yeah *singing* Cadillacs are comin, from everywhere (yeahhh) Limbo boppin good cause love is in the air To all you players and you pimps smoke out and have a ball And if your hoe is actin crazy put her on the wall Now now now everybody's dancin and just feelin right I see all of you players got yourselves laid in on ice I hope when all y'all dance is over, can I get onn, yeah My kids'll have a story, that still be told, whoooa, about All the players came, from far and wide Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangster rides Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day When the player ball is happenin, all day eryday |
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One for the money yes uhh two for the show A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of somethin' good Where me and my nigga rodes the MARTA, through the hood Just tryin' to find that hookup Now everyday we look up at the ceiling Watchin ceiling fans go around tryin to catch that feelin off instrumental, had my pencil, and plus my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur Writing rhymes tryin' to find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, knowin' that we could rock Doin the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop Like freeze, we makin' the crowd move but we not makin no G's And that's a nono [Big Boi] Yeah, uhh, check it Ahh one two, ahh one two dope niggas in the Cadillac they call us went from Player's Ball to ballers Puttin' the South up on the map was like Little Rock to bangin Niggas say motherfuck that playin, they payin' We stayin' layin vo-cals, locals done made it with them big boys up in thdis industry, Outkast yea dem niggas they makin big noise Over a million sold to this day, niggas that take it lightly Ninety-six gon be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me ...around this bitch Hook (2x) Me and you, your momma and your cousin too Rollin' down the strip on vogues Comin' up slammin' Cadillac doors [Big Boi] Back in the day when I was younger, hunger Lookin to fill me belly with that Rally's, bullshit, pull shit off like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick I was, stoned like white boys Smokin' them white golds before them blunts got krunk, chunky asses passes gettin' thrown like Hail Mary's and they lookin' like Halle Berry So so fine, inte |
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damn, damn, damn James
dickie shorts and lincoln's clean, leaning checking out the scene gangsta boys bligga's lit, riding out talking shit nigga where you wanna go, you know the club don't close til four let's party til we can't no more, watch out here come the folks as the plot thickens it gives me the dickens reminiscent of charles, a lil' disco-tech nestled in the ghettos of niggaville, USA via Atlanta, georgia, a lil' spot where young men and young women go to experience they first lil' taste of nightlife, me? well, I've never been there, well perhaps once but I was so engulfed in the E I never made it to the door you speak of hard core while the dj sweating out all the problems and troubles of the day while this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear competing with set it off in the right but it all blends perfectly, let the liquor tell it hey, hey look baby, they playin' our song and the crowd goes wild as if holyfield has just won the fight but in actuality it's only about 3 am and three niggas just done got hauled off in the ambulance (sliced up) two niggas done start bustin' (wham, wham) and one nigga done took his shirt off talkin' bout now who else wanna fuck with hollywood cold? it's just my interpretation of the situation damn, damn, damn James Yes, when I first met my spottieottiedopaliscious angel I can remember that damn thang like yesterday the way she moved remined me of a brown stallion horse with skates on you know, smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrap eyes beaming like four carats apiece just blinding a nigga felt like i chiefed a whole O of that presidential my heart was beating so damn fast never knowing this moment would bring another life into this world funny how shit come together sometimes (ya dig) one moment you frequent the booty clubs and the next four years you and somebody's daughter rising y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang, that's if you're on top of your game and man enough to handle real life situations (that is) can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money might not always be sufficient, but the united parcel service and the people at the post office, didn't call you back because you got cloudy piss, so now you back in the trap just that, trapped go and marinate on that for a minute |
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[Chorus]
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something Don't let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Don't spend all your time trying to get high You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try You need to git up, git out and git something Cause you and I got to do for you and I [Cee-Lo] I don't recall, ever graduating at all Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found Always asked to give me some living life like a bum Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own Nigga, you supposed to be grown I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be But negativity is all you seem to ever see I admit, I've done some dumb shit And I'm probably gon do some mo' You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?) Why not? My music's all that I got But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested I know you know but I'm goin' say this to you I, Get high but I don't get too high So what's the limit 'posed to be? That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without And what up with all these questions? As act as though you know something I don't. Do you have any suggestions? Cause every job I get is cruel and demeaning Sick of taking trash out and toilet bowl cleaning But I'm also sick and tired of struggling I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smuggling No, that ain't what I'm about Cee-lo will just continue traveling this route Without any doubt or fear I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here Did I make myself clear? [Chorus] [Big Boi] Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what's said, you dickhead See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fucking Pro Keds My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking Starters In the middle school, I was a bigger fool I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles They taught me how to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbers So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em See all the players came and all the players went A player ain't a gangsta but a player can handle his shit bitch You need to git up, git out, git something Smoke out, 'cause it's all about money, money, money Yeah I said it, a nigga sporting plats and a Braves hat I hang with Rico Wade 'cause the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy I'm true to Organized, 'cause they raised me I'm also down with LaFace 'cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And it's cool Yeah, it's real cool, getting paid fat pockets And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha [Chorus] [Big Gipp] A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred Like a piece of wood and them spirits got the mutant's mind I'm getting paranoid and steady looking for the time It's eight in the morning and ain't nobody up yet I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride I'm digging through the ash tray, hoping to have a good day I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head (You got to git up, git out and git something) Now I know it's on, my day is finally started Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick '84 Se-dan DeVille, steady bouncing, Out the Pointe to Cambelton Road The valley of the Southside flow Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so Keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit Cause they known for jumpinf out of black Chevy trucks and through the fog Here come the Red Dogs, I'm bustinf out around the corner in my hog Dippin from the area, I'm scared So one of these bitches might wind up dead 'cause I have no time for bail. Fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin Bail And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country Thinkin that my city is the big lick for 96 94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past Hootie hoo, my white owls are burning kinda slow [Chorus] [Dre] Y'all telling me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why? Ain't nobody black running but crackers, so, why I got to register? I thinking of better shit to do with my time Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes So let me take ya way, back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta, Y'all could not tell me nothing, thought I hit that bottom rock At age 13, start working at the loading dock They laying my mama off of work, General Motors tripping But I come home Bank like Hank, from licking and dipping Doing dumb shit, not knowing what a nigga know now Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down I dips, over to East Point, still acting a fool Wasting my time in the school, I'd rather be shooting pool Cool is how I played the tenth grade I thought it was all about macking hoes and wearing pimp fade Instead of being in class, I'd rather be up in some ass Not, thinking about them six courses that I need to pass Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies Damn, that's fucked up. I should of listened when my mama told me That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later Figured she was talking yin-yang, so I payed her no attention And kept missing the point she tried to poke me with The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin broke and shit Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST So get up off your ass [Chorus: x4] |
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