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(Hook)
Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us We the type of people make the club get crunk Verse 1:(Big Boi) Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties Damn we the committee gone burn it down But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now (Hook) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate then activate the left and right brain Said baby boy you only 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 own adventure Andre, got to her station here's my destination She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin with it But I'm witcha you cause you probably goin through it anyway But anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought it Cause I thought it would be jammin but examine all the flawsky-wawsky Awfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote And I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote That I want to hear when I'm goin down when all's said and done And we got a new joe in town When the record player get to skippin and slowin down All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then... (Hook) (Harmonica Solo) (Hook til fade) |
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[Chorus: x2]
Old school players to new school fools 'Kast keep it jumpin' like kangaroos But skew it on the bar-be We ain't trying to lose Say 'I be got dammit they done changed the rules The common denominator, the nigga numerator Never know who the hater, niggaz cater to your ego I'm sorry like Atari whose the cousin to Coleco, Vision Caught a Rico, back on the street like Chico, DeBarge He large and got a 'Llac in the garage Few parts here and there, I declare hard, my lawd One at Clark, one at Spellman Both know each other and it's cool, you can tell when He step off in the party women jump for joy But all the wild niggas schemin' they gon' jump the boy For spittin' all that bourgeois, my watch, my car I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far [Chorus: x2] Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso Grow hydro, then bag it up yo Price that longevity, suggest make moves Slow take time grow eight, react nine blow Hydro slide raw like fuck Renaldo Fly ride though, shit lookin' wild dope Then glide yo, flippin' the page, I go Watch five-oh, jump on my meat, ride slow Watch those, undercovers, cop those, rock those, glocks blows Leave em baggy and collect spot grows Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht and wash clothes Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block plot grows, what? [Chorus: x2] Boi, I bust raps like D-boys bust gats, shit We the type of people that don't bury the axe Or the hatchet, every time we see your link we snatch it Ridin' round our hood talking that dumb shit, your cabbage Is cracked, like plumber's ass, and summer's grass I been in the game for a minute, seen some suckers like y'all passin' Thinkin' you're light skinned, alright then, lil' boy why you frightened? The Dungeon Family gon' be here nigga so keep writing I gotta hit The Source, I need my other half a mic Because that "Southerplayalisticadillacmuzik" was a classic, right! College Park, East Pointe and Decatur they got my back, so We gon' keep on jammin' and stabbin' off in the track, Think it's time to bungee but buddy we will be back And I'm fin' to put some D's on the 'Llac, know dat! [Chorus: x2] |
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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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| 5. |
| 5:11 |
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{andre benjamin *(talkin)* geogre clinton *(singin)*}
everybodys got opinions on the way your livin but see they cant fill your shoes life is full of half illusions *(illusions)* blue modems and confusion *(confusion)* whatevers left im using to keep myself from losin, ya! you dont know what ive been thro *(oooh)* hell i might go thro you *(ghetto boy that, wont eat, tonight)* uh-oh, oh no-oahohh *(that little boy just wanna eat tonight)* hey hey *(he scuffles with her boty and her face)* hey hey and mm-mmmmmmm *(mom im seekin that sir tea and some soup yea)* all in all its all in my head {Big Boi} you know its that high guy, from East P.I. spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me boi how you gon handle me?!~?* you want me to lolligaga and talk that bullshit?! i refuse to play so im gon speak that southern good shit! that harder than yo hood shit, lil shit that make yall niggaz think about the trigger before you pull it, on liquor stores or banks them folks gotmore then enough bullets to put that ass off in the slang, dont clame no gang, we the niggaz, that did "that aint no thing but a chicken wang" but still tho, how you gon play a nigga like a dildo we outkast til its over, barbeque and never mildo for real bro! {some lady} "in tonights news, 20th century tecchnology: has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far? Einstein or Frankenstein? Dr Scholls or Dr Jeckel and Mr Hyde? are we diggin into new ground... or diggin our own graves? story at 11" {George Clinton} valley girls are horny tonight *(ooooooh)* fuzzy logic, their public virginity *(oooooooh)* oooooooh oooooooh ooh.......*(synthesizer)* oooooooh oooooooh ooh.......*(synthesizer)* concieved under the influence of toxic wasted doctors computer buggin debuggin device-a and vice versa and various viruses performing the laser light precision and verbal incision for a lingustic ballistic lobotmy mind-fuckin you, a psycho-sodomy of the medula oblongata accept your mind down your spine and out your behind! fuck you {andre benjamin} synthesizer, microwave me give me a drug so i can make 7 babies pump my breasts up, can you suck the fat up? please make my life appear like aint no thing as bad luck my nose aint right think ill get a new one just take you pick a yellow, red, a black or a blue one virtual reality, virtual BULLSHIT synthesizer preachers can reach you up in the pulpit who a bitch? give me my gat so i can smoke this nigga tell his mamma not to cry cuz they can clone him quicker than it took his daddy to make him niggaz bitin verbatim thought provokin records radio never played dem instant, quick crits, new, improved, hurry hurry, rush rush, world on the move mariguana illegal but ciggarattes cool i might LOOK kinda funny but i aint no fool now if you wanna synthesize i emp-athize now if you wanna synthesize i emp-athize but if you synthesize ill understand your synthesizer man {George Clinton} ghetto boy horny tonight SCSI with a booty in the cage problem sinkin down and stretchin out so sleepy, playin safe in cyberspace *(synthesizer)* cybersexy wendy *(synthesizer)* web walkin in the nude digital good time, digital good time get a lapdance on your laptop while your laptops in your lap digital good time, digital good time digital good time, digital good time cybersexy wendy web walkin in the nude digital good time, digital good time digital good time, digital good time fuzzy logic, its groovy....... |
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{backbone}
from front to back street, listen, we on a mission to get right, workin street corner in the midnight picture the scene, these feinds w/fire 10 $ dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that im with whateva like wheatstraw stuck servin my cocaine raw stop 62 off the brick, jump back 20 over now thats more money to get slick, we fin to LICK on this corner without gettin caught but time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow sangin *(fuck him)* that why he ride thro the hole w/the do swingin but i make moves -- shake them tricks up they shoestrings be more precise when we do things cuz life like shakin the dice, but i buck back twice like 5--deuce, fo -trey, okay im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops {big boi} sheyit cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them $s and cents they get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they rent anything gion you aint knowin how much money YOU spent but in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents who hang around you cuz you be buyin all the weed and ALL the chicken feedin everybody, smokin em out when you was broke tho they was missin now you ridin bout fo deep startin to tear up YOU suspension and your baby mamma on child support my fault, forgot to mention you dont even have a checkin account wasnt thinkin about no pension i used to work at Steak -n- Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen had determination and graduated now i got the whole rap world fascinated i wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so i made it continue to sell dope, its payin the bills so you gon do it but legislation got this new policy 3 strikes and youre ruined.......now where your crew at? yea....... im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops {cool breeze} ay me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs we better watch what we doin and look out for Joe Nab and quit re'in-up and standin on this same old block before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot niggaz talkin cuz they makin some flow but still aint did nuttin that int been done befo you cant be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot and improvise and work with that little you got so i think when i finish sellin my last sack imma take some of this money, go and give some back cuz people wont forget about the time you gave, know what im sayin? and start thinkin bout a path to pave im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops |
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[Big Boi]
February 1st 1975 it happened Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen My daddy was sellin that sack now he's gots responsibilities Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at work and she couldn't watch my every move so shit I started servin Around Frazier Home down in the West Side projects Changin over foodstamps and hittin a lick was next see I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed East So flyin, or floatin, a Brougham is what I'm sportin Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin in slow motion boi So meet me deep in the streets that's where I learned the capers Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me They want to be me and my family too Because the money that I make be puttin cable off in every room So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies It's everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this shit And if you comin with eight dollars, you shit out of luck Because the West Side ain't takin no shorts on the dime So fire it up Chorus: Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! (like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop) Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! (and it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah) See, niggaz in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains Been doin it for years, so these niggaz ain't gone change They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul Been wearin furry Kangol's, so that shit is old You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk as long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang Cause the niggaz in the Pointe ain't changed, main You might call us country, but we's only Southern And I don't give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end) |
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| 5:52 |
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(Masada)
Mahogany team queens up on the rise Be careful, watch your back, blackbirds don't wear disguise How we comin, comin hard.. camels too slow Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what?) The game is hot you could never be a winner Just begun a game so considered a beginner Masada for real, this shorty here is here to say Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, offa loud gun shot licks Fuck stones and sticks, loudmouths get nicks This life is plus I be the bill-be-board, Scarface want italiano, I'm the real McCoy, nigga what? Can't be a joke I've been through too many games Niggaz laugh, but my expression wasn't hardly the same Show me respect cause it's due, you keep the fear cause I'll get over and believe I'll come back at you Mamacita, papadonna (4X) (Andre Benjamin) Yo, now You and your nigga shit shaky And at the time your heart feel down and broke like Achy Breaky Lump in your throat, feel like a trachea, oh dummy The pain that's in your chest done made it's way down to your tummy, you wide open, you start smokin wit ya girl She nigga bashin sayin you don't need em in your world Niggaz all dogs? If niggaz all dogs, then what you call broads? Felines in heat, meowin for some yarn balls Now you and hear done got to drankin Oh now it's really crunk, cause y'all silly drink and your girl done got to thinkin She talkin bout, "Girl you look so beautiful" You say thank you bein nice you try to change the subject Want some beans and rice? But she's back at you like a pit mixed with a chihuahua how much meaner can you get? Don't let her have her way with you she's gonna have a fit You're the candy apple of her eye and bout to get bit here's what you do -- you grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall Say, "Bitch don't ever disrespect me never not at all" These simple words can put a pause to half of the applause Them black ball laws of balance at all cost Mamacita, papadonna (4X) (WitchDoctor) Que pasa, que pasa? Check this out Quiet nights like this, might twist one for the moda on the balcony, I got a sofa Nights like this is perfect, for this Spanish Fly Can you come over, somethin, I wanna show ya Told ya once we was gon' take a trip, touch you with my lips where you like it, it's time, don't fight it Piggy-back ride to the sofa, in the microwave I got your favorite Stouffer's, lasagna, that's how much I want ya, fuck flowers The ceremony starts from the shower with the water I got somebody's daughter in the Doctor headquarters, chillin Prepare for this sex drillin, she said somethin in Spanish Got me feelin mannish, me and you fin' ta vanish real quick, feel this shit, got cheese, tryin to make cheese to get you pregnant overseas Maybe make sho' that's my seed Quiet nights like this, bachelor like me is single Talkin to you Miss Bilingual Let's mingle in the crowd, watch them show, pop some Moet Tryin to get you so wet, never been to Spain Never been a lame, horny, ever since I been a tiny Fuckin with niggaz with ageless bodies Talkin to me, while I squeeze it bare Let me talk to you while I run my fingers through your hair Mamacita, papadonna (4X) (Big Boi) Friday night boi, breakin the old school out, boi we cruisin Bout fo' niggaz and fo' hoes, it ain't gon be nobody losin but they choosin Better get in where you fit in cause it's crucial I'm tryin to cut bout two of them girls cause that just what I'm used to I mean that, the first that look my way just gon' get splack packed To the front to the back there's Cognac Got my throat, burnin like burlap Everybody cheezin, knowin these hoes gon' cut like pleasers These hookers they praisin my crew like Reverend Hodo be praisin Jesus The easiest was the meanest, but the skeezer was a beanie she thought we was some motherfuckin genies So I checked her, like the king I am, no disrespect intended Told her, and her silly friends, "Get out" before they got offended To the Laquinta we went, layin them hoes down on the freestyle tip, geyeah! Mamacita, papadonna (8X) Permecito, senorita, mamacita Mira mira, what's your name? Maria Same as mi tia, de Colombia I don't, in Atlanta, Georgia And you don't think I got nuttin for ya? You must be crazy I'm out here tryin to feed my baby Lil Bre, can't you see? Sheeyit Do it one more time, sheeyit |
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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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[T-Mo]
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared Many a bitch, represents, and is led Whichever way no I'm not gay and really don't give a fuck bout what you doing Long as I pave the way for my SouthWest GA warriors To come in packs, to feed, taking what we need to succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory Makin our life one big story to tell Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body I got proof, I'm not scared If you scared, say you scared [Gipp] Who's scared? In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me? Now most be scully, went from clean to muddy Polished to shine, the season to rhyme Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground Been looking for love, now I bubble like suds Others flew sky high, while others were duds Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods Situation they change, like faces and names Went from cool to plain, from lame to flame Man down or not, man plans or plots Give a fuck what you think, we ain't moving out this spot And I'm out If you scared, say you scared [Andre Benjamin] Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense Niggas on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint) At age fifteen they start smoking Billy Clint' Now he's twenty-one and wants to know where the time went Hey hey hey what's the haps? Well see your time elapsed Have you ever thought of the meaning of the word trapped Baboon on your back, but what's sad is that crack was introduced to Hispanic communities and blacks But then it spread to white and got everyone's undivided attention Cause your daughter is on it and you can't hide it Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded You scared, she scared, they scared, I said they scared they scared to talk about it bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it * repeats and fades * If you scared, say you scared [Big Boi] February 1st, 1975's my birthdate The player the B-O-I, was brought onto this Earth on Thursday I think see, my cap I twist it back from all the dank But if you see me on the Ave, you betta believe I tote that shank So what y'all though bruh? I gotta protect my name and what we fought for Southernplayalistic ATLiens in your sock drawer No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning The intro, the Goodie we kinfolk, nigga it's fin to jump off But now it's time I lay low cause I believe the track goin' cut off Psych, the track is bumping like pussies on some dykes So if you scared say you scared cause everybody can die tonight Cause my heart don't pump no Slushee You touch my niggas you touch me I blow up the microphone like Marilyn Manson, you can't hush me Yeah [Khujo] Heat'll make anything move Even Tyson, can get laid down, with this tool Just cause the name say Goodie, you take us for fools out they rabbit ass mind, don't give me mine, I go off like mines blowing suckers to smithereens, we was never folks If we fell out over this lil' cream Or let some soft legs come in between our dreams We live like Kings, and die like fucking men I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down Ain't no opening up shop, we already established You lap dogging, we boss hogging Grown men, don't beg for attention Keep wishin, high heels clicking Paper champions, leaving with they feet behind Zap em for the pumpkin, at twelve on the bottom bunk, holla at me Six to the left, last one, can't turn over with dirt on ya Slain dead, devils, don't have enough to purchase my essence in the head, missing ounces, zip code, eight miles Suckers, think I got they package but they still eating moo-moo, oink-oink and fowl-fowl-fowl-fowl [Repeats] The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it So remember that, OutKast, Goodie Mo.B. still standing for something while y'all falling for nothing Stop dying over this lil' concrete and lil' paper We get this shit together our power's enormous You can deny the lie but you can't deny the truth You scared, you scared, say you scared! |
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| 1:10 |
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Shit man
Nigga gotta go on the got down Get the shit straight when I got damn get out Well shit This what really goin down Whassup my nigga another day the same shit Punk-ass C.O.'s on a nigga dick Got me up at three o'clock cookin nappy grits I'm a G from C.P. I can't take the shit Tryin to hold a nigga down in this country ass town I'm used to smokin chronic movin pounds They got a nigga on some "Sir, yessir, left right left" Throw me in a hole if my ass outta step They treat you like a motherfuckin slave Dopefiends, cryin Jesus, swear they saved Niggaz better get they game tight Cause these crackers tryin to take a nigga life and they rights I'm surrounded by fake-ass crooks They swear they kingpins but don't have money on they books I hear so many lies it make me sick These niggaz called ballers sellin dimes and licks I can't wait til the day they let me go So I can eat some steak and shrimp grab a mic, and bust a flow I'm Audi 5 nigga lights out Hold it down on the streets until the day that I get out I'm out man |
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| 8:46 |
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And there's a, and there's a
And there's a, and there's a, finnne.. linnne Too late to pray that I'm on it.. Ya, yeah, yeahhhh [OutKast] Y'all, uh-huh, y'all [Andre Benjamin] And there's a fine line between love and hate you see Came way too late, but baby I'm on it.. And there's a fine line between love and hate you see Came way too late, but baby I'm on it.. Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see That's Liberation and baby I want it.. Can't worry bout, what anotha nigga think Now that's Liberation and baby I want it.. [Big Boi] (Let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those) How many times I, sit back and contemplate I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm tellin my story.. My relationship, with my folks is give and take And I done took so much, not givin my glory Now have a choice to be who you wants to be It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did) I said I have a choice to be who you wants to be It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me [Cee-Lo] No, nooo, noooooooo I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly Seven and forty days.. heyyy Ohhhh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe To make you believe, I'd give my life awayyyy Oh lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my owwwwn All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee.. We alive or we ain't livin, that's why I'm givin until it's gone Cause I don't wanna be alone (I don't wanna be alone) I don't wanna be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee If there's anything I can say, to help you find your way Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I.. There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe that you die.. but I can feel it in the wind The beginning or the end But people keep your head to the skyyyyy [singers in background over interlude] Shake that load off, shake that load off (16X) [Erykah Badu] Folk in your face, you're a superstar Niggaz hang around cause of who you are You get a lot of love cause of what you got Say they happy for you but they really not Sell a lot of records and you roll a benz Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends All you wanna do is give the world your heart Record label tried to make you compromise your art You make a million dollars, make a million mo' First class broad treat you like a nigga po' You wanna say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask as your world starts spinning and it's moving fast Tryin' to stay sane is the price of fame Spending your life trying to numb the pain You shake that load off and sing your song Liberate the minds, then you go on home.. [Big Rube] I must admit, they planted a lot of things in the brains and the veins of my strain Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine From them whores, from the flame From a post in the game Makes it hard to maintain focus They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts Cause it's a hard row to hoe if your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall And the ground just dry But the roots are strong, so some survive So you're surprised, now I'm bustin cries You got more juice than Zeus Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded Melanin silicon and collagen injected Dissectin my pride, fool I don't wanna get it started We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it unless you lookin at the canvas of life and not through the peephole of mortality Single minded mentality Gettin over on loopholes Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel Pack the steel Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe I don't we in Kansas no mo' though Midwest or Dirty South Clean dressed or dirty mouth Whether robbin preachers or killin Poor Righteous Teachers You a scared demon Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs Though the man on your head say the story As you downplay your glory Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen Just by rappin.. LIBERTAD.. |
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Yo, this is my story, this is my song
And to them rudypoots don't attempt to try this at home It's just a poem until y'all learn right from wrong Know when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome But it's back on, another stormy night in Atlanta, Georgia Overcast, but on behalf of Outkast, I cordially Invite you to an emotion filled theater Bring your umbrella cause young fella it gets no weirder [Chorus] We reign, reign supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n'roll indubitably, piper pied Now hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride You are now about entering the fifth dimension of ascension Our only intention is to take you high High, yeah, yeah my lord [Big Boi] To make one bob they head would be the track job Tour job's to spit that fire Some of y'all MC's take this rhyming for granted I won't comply With that slacking, popping and cracking 4th ward way we snapping They won't that hardness that oddness that gets a nigga to start this What's happening, see if do what yo won't do today boy Will I live tomorrow like you can't even live cause you strayed Motivational skills lacking, when I see you nigga packing Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car do' But you still stay with mom though playing the King like Don doe You chocked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be locked up Makin them thick Hip Hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain't scared And if I see you in the streets I'd dap you down like you was Greg [Chorus] |
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