Big Boi

[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
And we gon' stay hustlin on that block until we caught
And we gon' stay showin off that jewelry that we bought
And we gon' stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags
Cause we poppin tags, pimpin we be poppin tags!

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
We arose, let's go
"So Fresh So Clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin tags
Leavin the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
Aw fuck, there he go again
Talkin bout hoes and dough again
Yup! -- Can't hold it in
I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend
But, back when I was poorer then
You wasn't focusin, about the dough I spend
But I was holdin in, I was a roller then
I was a baller back then, all of that man
Fall back, I fought that
What would you do if you was in my shoes?
Leave dudes in the rearview
V-12 engine, corners spinnin
Twinkies shinin, pinky ring
Armadale, nigga stinky stink
Top, down, my cash is up
Gold chain, I don't give a fuck
Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma
That's right, you in luck ma
You see me cruisin down, better step inside
Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride
First come, first served basis
You know Hov' be goin to nice places
That's right, and I'm droppin cash
Leave the mall with garbage bags
Gucci this, Prada that
Roll witcha boy you'll be poppin tags

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Twista]
It's a party when I go up in the sto'
Shoppin while I'm zooted off the dro'
Rollin like a nigga that just came up on a mill'
and I got 'em sweepin and pickin up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin rocks in the hall
on the glimmer with the glock by the ball
Servin up a jab and workin security 6 to 6
Then it's straight from the block to the mall
Now what's on the wall? Go ahead and treat yo'self
When you come up on some cheddar better pop that tag
Like when I dip off in the Prada then I go off
to the lot lay the paper down and cop that Jag
I got a console full of ammunition and funds
Mink Roc-a-Wear and some guns
Petty in a fresh pair of jumps, blo-packs and Bo Jax
and Air Maxes, throw back some ones, no max for none
(When I go up in the sto' a nigga never get enough)
I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now
(Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up)
And the Twista kinda wicked when I spit it now
I be choppin up cheddar with Kanye
Chop a little cheddar up with Jay
Chop it up with the O-to-the-Kizay
Poppin big tags with the flow and the dough, we get bi-zay!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Killer Mike]
Uh-huh, whattup? Tell you somethin bout me..
My throwback game is whiffle wicked
Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n
Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin Nu*Wear fitted
White boys say my style is bitchin
Keepin coke in the kitchen
Keep a glock that will shock and bring the rest
tucked underneath my Michelin S
I, travellin, handlin with a forty-five cannon
It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan
Extra clips and shells in the lambskin
Two deep by Pelle Pelle
Westside how they felly fell
More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather
worn by the great Rakim himself
Stitch my Dapper Dan oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest
of a sweatshirt drawn by Shirt Kings
I been fucking, a hustle, married to a racket
since the first Air Jordan's and Starter jackets
I slept with a package, under mattress
I carry guns heavy speakeasy, slight with the fight words
I'll put somethin hot through your motherfuckin iceberg
Got a project chica, named Rica
She keep a purse full of dro' reefer
Small, pinkies like that
Talk 'til the paper fat
I rock somethin, roll chief +Sacks+ like Daddy Fat!

[Chorus]

[Verse Four: Big Boi]
Pop tires in reverse, you'll be needin a nurse
Leave you layin on your back in a Cadillac hearse
Now your momma in all black with a matchin purse
I know you wanna blow up, but a funeral hurts
What's worse, you can hit the mall and ball 'til you fall
Have to make a collect call, but your cell cut off
Trot to the mailbox thinkin a check but the mail's run short
No more MD, DD, LD
That means Movie Date, Dinner Date, Lunch Date, help me please
My sheets is gone
Long bread to the short bread, word is bond
Meticulously pimpously serve the song
Act a damn donkey
Like the pilgrims when they popped a tag on the indians home
Drop top rag-o with the weed gone
Chillin, bags in the trunk full of FEO Schwartz for the chill'uns
Spent a few shillings
Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kiddin
A fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge and
Can you pop the tags on the honeycombs
Or are you actin mad cause the money done
slowed, down, just a little bit
Dipped, poked out, did some shull-bit
Actin like a pitfall bull-pit
Dead game is the pul-pit
Leave a motherpumper with his John Doe toe tag clipped
Imperial classic, a lyrical thrashin
A miracle happenin
Jay-Z, Killer Mike and Big Boi rappin and rhymin and smabbin
Pop that tag on some of this game
Holla-tic, swallow and keep the change

[Chorus]

In the land of a million drums
there is always something going on, on, on, on
If you can't locate your thought off
might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home

In the land of a million drums
I catch a pattern that spit rings around you like Saturn
Intergalatic tracks I make 'em like magstrulium
This one for scooby, pass the doobie imma do me one, do me one
Only you clean over
I pick up the mic and rock it while I'm sober
For the rated G exposure if you listen what I'm tryin to told ya
We fathers with seeds of our own
We're talkin about sons and daughters boy, not roots and clones
Now that the theory gone wrong
An embryo with no soul
Stuck in this green mini-van with my lungs in a chokehold
Shaggy pass the boombastic
Daphne said don't do that
Freaky Fred smashed the gas and slammed us into traffic
Now Scrappy wanna box and throw them bows
so I had to sic the pitbull on him before he could pass one blow
Scooby-doo, scooby-doo, scooby damn doo, scooby doo (Scooby doobie doo)

Woke up from a long night of hanging out with Shaggy
Oh no, lost my last baggy of scoobie snackies
Shaggy wake up, we've been had
Our scooby snacks they got the whole stash
He said, who who, I don't have a clue
I suspect the thirteen ghosts of Scoobie Doo
Call Vincent Price up on the Nextel
Tell him to send another package right through the mail
In the meantime, I'mma call Thelma to tell her
To get the Mystery Machine ready
I'm two-wayin Daphne and Freddy
Me and Shaggy dressed in all black, strapped
Dippin through the flash tryin to get our stash back
Roundin up suspects, collection' clues
I got a question, where the hell is Scooby Doo when you need em?
The hound's only found when you feed him
In fact he probably got my sack
Tell him holler back

Break it down, break it down baby 'til the flow jumps off the ground
Ooo break it down lookin' over yonder til the walls come tumblin down
Ooo, yes lord y'ain't gotta tell me two times but you know I know
Ooo, break it down, break it down baby 'cuz I want y'all all to know
We rock the world

I coulda got away with it, if it wasn't for ya meddlin kids
(oh oh, oh no) (Until song
s out)

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

Andre:
Now sittin' in the bathtub listening to the Isley
Brothers and others outside my door want to despise me
Reminds me that everyone ain't cool the world is jealous
Never could understand when my momma used to tell us
"Don't take your food outside around your friends
Unless you got enough to feed the neighborhood"
The play has just began follow me now
Act 1 scene 2 the date 1/1/96 the time I don't know
Mood disturbed, Ray goes on to say they trying to get over
Like them niggas with the blinker on, I got my thinker on
So I'm like word, How every you want to act is fine
That is real as fishing rods I might be kissing God
But I'm still in the battle so if you got cattle you best be fasting
For 7 days and 7 nights we everlasting
? on a quest to get my class ring just from them fhite wolks
I will if it's the last thing
I do

Hook:
Everlasting

talking:
Yeah, slick knowhatI'msayin'? I'm gonna tell you like this. Just cause I
live the apartment don't mean you can keep puttin' notes under my
windshield I tell you shortie gonna bust your ass about that shit.

Big Boi:
Hey y'all hey y'all hey y'all hoes
Back up in this bitch rippin' tracks like I'm suppose
Tommy and Ralph Lauren don't like niggas to wear they clothes
Where your proof at? Who's that? Talking shit like those
Keepin' the rumors up, I wish I lived in a f**kin' cave
I ride the streets in Lexus all these hoes wanna be saved
Go to college get a job because all you want to do is shake
I use to hit club niggas but I gave taht shit a break
Just like Maaco, Waco, burn it to the ground
I bet you eatin' pork when your partners ain't around
Backdraft things are Shaft slapping these hoes


Just like he's suppose to, quote you
"Big Boi is the pimp ass nigga that formed you"
Like pottery, sloppily playin' hoes like lotteries
OutKast did the dirt and now you swear your shit is poppin' see You bit
beats, we makin' hits so give me your flag back
I'm living in the SWATS so you may call me Daddy Fatsack
Yeah you know what I'm sayin'? Like this. Everlasting

Hook

Big Boi:
One in a million men passing the J off in the courtyard
Don't y'all smoke a couple of pounds and get tore up y'all
And tear the devil headquarter down to the grizzound
Is how we hit the house and puff a couple of good pounds
Of good weed, PeeWee, my nigga Little Beewee
We need a 50 box of Phillies and some bouncin' titties
From the magic the flame niggas too is sharin' sequels
Never payin' for no pussy
You can shake it you can keep it to your self hoe

Andre:
You left your morals at the door, when you stepped in crept in
Nigga this baby is at the beach so now you wondering
Why your nigga done bust you in the fore, head
Ain't no respect there so you just assed out like breech
Delivery slivery got you swung on these types of things
Go on from here to Bornhome to London
England, Wall Street to y'all street
Sometime I get bewildered and it throws a nigga like me off beat
But I'm back on it
Because we last forever sound good don't it?
Rattling in your trunks like FAMU and the component
Said that's it, man f**k that shit
On and on and on and I'm out

Hook

O-U-T-K-A-S-T
Live, 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-

Alright (x28)*Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?Well burn motherfucka burn American DreamDon't everybody like the taste of Apple Pie?We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya whyI hear that mother nature's now on bir

It's cold, it's cold.
No it's cold. It ain't cold, it's cold.
I'm cool, I'm cool.
I'm cool. It's me, I'm cool.

*Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean(So fresh and so clean clean)Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean(So fresh and so clean clean)Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean(So fresh and so clean clean)I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean(So fresh and so clean clean)Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlo'sAnd El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like RaloSo follow it's your time at the ApolloMinus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a leopard-printTeddy Pender-grass cooler than Freddie JacksonSippin a milkshake in a snowstormLeft my throat warm in the dorm room at the AUWe do hey you And might do some cake tooBut you must have me mistaken with them statements that you makeCause*RepeatCanary yellow seven house of business on displayMy nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims todaySo a nigga can ride out to the colorful hideoutI'ma show you how to wild out like Jack TrippaLet me be bambino on your snippasYKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizardWhen I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold yaLike Noah I get crews to choose and you get pretty deepBut i'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be there for meCause*RepeatThose huge baby eyes get to runnin off at they mouthTellin me everything that's on yo nasty mindThey say your malnutrition in need of vitamin DAnd inviting me to that tingle in yo spineI love who you are love who ya ain't you so Anne FrankLet's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeksWith change and no chains and whips I do suck lipsTill hips jerk and double time the boy next door's a freakHa Ha*Repeat(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(repeat)*Repeat (x2)

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
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
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
start a custody war
my lawyer stay down
She never got a chance
to hear my side of the story
we was divided
She had fish frys and cookouts
On my child's birthday
I ain't invited
Despite it show her the utmost
respect when I fall through
All you do is defend that lady
when I call you
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
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 the sadder
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
And yes I will be present
on the first day of school
and graduation
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
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 paddle
you left the straddle
and ride this thing on out
And the union girl aint speakin
no more cuz my dick
all in her mouth
I'm talkin about
jealousy and fidelity envy
Cheating beating
and to the G's
they be the same thing
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
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
Show y'all soldier ass niggaz
I'm murder city's Sargent Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber
I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker
This pussy wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar
I give a fuck, suede bucks and coogi sweaters
What up whatever sable fur to lamb leather
I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em
Niggaz know I, Fed Ex my shit, overnight express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list
Banana niggaz need to split
Quit fucking with this through Atlanta click
This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
I take raw coke cook it crack, saran wrap it
One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic
One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic
Killer Mike nigga!
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating
'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating
'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth
My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top
A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons prepare
I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin' tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit my feet up
I'm a eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit
Super human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one of some Mexicans to buck
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin'
The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
You're not, your clock stop, and now you laying in a pretty box
And now the pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life
Your brother fuckin' your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you hate, it's too late, ' cause you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some!
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating
'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating
'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth
Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch
Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick
Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks
Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus
Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy
Ol' girl might rape well G, you might as well give her a throat baby
Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground
Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talking 'bout
Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about
But fuck that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth
Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches
Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches
Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures
We two of the dopest mic controllers
Stack big bank, honey folders
Even wit rollers, I'm trying to told ya
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks
Of Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lappets
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind's expanding
Readily rappin' and snappin', snappin' and trappin'
That's just what's happening
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating
'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating
'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth
A whey you want come dis
When you know you nuh fit
You better move your bombo
Before me start trip
Nuff a them a talk like Outkast
Nuff a them a trip
Nuff a them come in like a bitch
Whey wear slip
A J-Sweet me name an me already Chris
A Outkast me spar wid
So boy nuh try dis
If you dis boy shot knaw go miss
Gun shot a go teck you just like fits
Boy hear me song an thought a remix
Brand new tune platinum hits
We nah go run and switch like no bitch
Outkast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike

Yeah Yeah Yes Spaghetti Junction
Yes yes Elope ski slopes
ahh Damn.. yeah, check this out
Niggaz elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches
Tootin like it's cool bein a fool, and I can't just
Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame
My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain
When it starts to fall
Lookin like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man
I'm speakin about these pros
cause you know nothing bout that man
The nigga the B-I-G is high in flight like ValuJet
You thinkin about the beatin, this my ends is never met, nigga
Black man, white man, Jew man ain't no joke
Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch
and talk about when we get older now
we up against the ropes
Yeah they kickin niggaz do' down;
cause it ain't no dope on the streets
And a quarter pound of feet weed,
that's all a nigga like me need
Talkin about that Southern sess, nigga you all up in that mess,
but Never shall you test and never shall you quit
Runnin up on me with that fuck shit
will get you nothin but dead nigga
Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the junction
Don't you dare ever get lost
cause you get caught up in that sauce
Junction, junction
To all you players play ya brims
and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction, junction
Uhh, check it
A-well I'm drankin on yak while
I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way
are always smokin up on that crack
Be layin them College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily makin this paper stack
Niggaz don't understand the master plan,
crumble yo' herb man
'til they start kickin the do' in, then we ready to blast dem
Out (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, knock 'em up off they ass boi
We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those
People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve
you won't believe they deceive like weave
Theives can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too
So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five
See my folks can't cover three eyes
We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know
Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah
Be careful where you roam
cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the junction
Don't you dare ever get lost
cause you get caught up in that sauce
Junction, junction
To all you players play ya brims
and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh Junction, junction
Uh, check this shit out doe, uh, well
Well like flip-flops and football socks
A nigga be rockin the mic like birthdays
Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you wor-thy?
I'm callin yo' ass a flawed pimp
Yappin about this crew you run wit
Bankhead bouncin to that dumb shit
So what mo' can you come wit?
Yess, they can bite but cannot be us
They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us
You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in "My Adidas"
So +Run+ like +D.M.C.+ is me and no, don't got no heater
Uh, yeah, check, uh, well.. we
zippin around the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up under my seat
just in case these youngsters tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on another black man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose
theyself and try to take my spot
Well, they come like black stallions in the night
Usually around fo' or five, is when they figure the time is right
When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it
wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill - suprised
Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the junction
Don't you dare ever get lost
cause you get caught up in that sauce
Junction, junction
To all you players play ya brims
and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction, junction

Hook
i'll call before i come
i won't just pop over out the blue
i hope that you do to
i'll call before i come
i won't just pop over out the blue
not after ou

Oh thank you lord for throwing some shy
bones in my body let me tell you why
if not so i'd be too, too bad
when it comes to pink polka dots and plaids
golda to meet you, my name is Dre
But you can call me possum allawishes jenkins
andre 3000 for short
and naaw i don't want to see your thongs
i kinda like them old school cute regular draws
and will pause for your cause
hook

I'm a gentleman, i'm gonna satishfy your soul
and then i'm gonna get mine
like wimbledon we back and forth across the court
untl we give out do you take it or spit it
are you faking the funk andliving a lie
do you really know what it feels like to have no control over the g spot
it's like a brand new pair or reeboks or a junkie freshly detoxed
you feel the tingling all over the convulstions or the rooster pox
i used to not give a dame but now i make it a point just to please you
so you can go back and tell all your buddies
pretty d'd you
hook

Let's see what you wanna do with the gangsta boo
let's cut, nigga, nugga what
i'll cut you too
coming through in a escalade limo tint with shade
purple haze in the ashtray ready to get a balze
what the biz nigga jump on in relaz wit a lady
wit a reputation known for sexing niggz till they crazy
whatcha mean dog, tellina player like boo to call before i come
you a game i'm fuching you for fun
join the bandwagon join come and freak wit somebody
riding jaguars, riding prowlers and sports cars
Hitting strip bars wit the top down, fuch y'all
groupie you need to be glad you even knew me
do me and tell all my friends you truly blew me
hook

nigga you better dial 404-485 well bump all that
but shit yo'd better call before you get here and that's a fact
before you get your feelings hurt
because you caught me playing nurse
wit a stethoscope running around in one of those chute short white skirts
i tired to tell you, but you wouldn't respond to idle wishes
peepind in the window saw me cooking shrimp in high heels and washing dishes
for daddy fat sax and it's something i couldn't explain
i know it's a dirty, dirty game. but you should called before you came
Hook

Yeah
Inslumnational Underground
Thunder pounds
when I stomp the ground
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 liv
ing 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
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
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
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

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Andre]
Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move
Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't that make us all fools
Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the street they want it hurry
When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know what desire is? "Huh?"
Apparently not that's why you get what you got
Now answer this do you know what fire is? "Yeah"
The body of hot, the motivator of pots
Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you
What the future holds in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum
Prom night might excite a down right fight like
White blood cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale

Hook:

We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade (repeat 3X)
And we some home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face

[B-Real]
Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face
All your hate emanates but you still hesitate
Cause you want inside of my head but don't know how
To brainwash me to be a commercial clown
Fuck that I see the way you were, see the way you smirk I'm catching you
where you work
God only knows all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
Can I blast those who point the finger at me
Who criticize and talk shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a size too small
I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to blaze the grass
Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass
Dre, pass me the glass of wine
So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine
For all those who fallen and answered when God was calling
Jump into my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you frozen
Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion
The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours
The world is lost, the world is tossed

We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade (repeat 3X)
And we some home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face

[Big Boi]
With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens
People and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking
Making a statement, when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state
Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing your flow
Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears
Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at?
OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
Making that music that make your neck hurt
And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps

[Hook: repeat 2X]
From the weave to the fake eyes
to the fake nails, down to the toes
Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez
Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez

[Big Boi]
Don't lie you love them, if you don't you like them hoez a whole lot
Just like your mama Sunday cookin' turkey necks in the pot
You ready to drop your load like prop planes be droppin' that cocaine
You ready to turn your fro, from natural straight to a cold wave
Dat hoe name Betty Big Shoez, she wore them Herman monster heels
Popped a pill, now she's in your Coupe De Ville, passenger seat
I made her eat my meat while I was rubbin' her coochie
Injection in her top and bottom lip straight from her booty
So Do Re, blow me, Fa So La Ti Da Ha I'm tellin' the truth
You suckin' your tooth you treatin' her like a star boy
From a Figueroa to a herringbone
From droppin' her off to takin' her home
She tried to pull my rubber off with her pussy muscles that was wrong
The bitch is no good like lesbians with no tongues
You fucked around and knocked her up and now you say she the one
Nigga you dumb, you should have pulled it out and squirted on her eyelash
And let her face be holdin' the baby, now she after yo ass!
Yeah, I told y'all niggaz
about god damn takin' them hoez to the Teacake Factory
Lettin' them hoez order strawberry lemonade and popcorn shrimps
They ain't goin' do nuthin'
but try to take all your motherfuckin' cheese! (Yeah!)

[Hook] 2x

[BackBone]
Ay, ay, what's up lil' girl I see you workin' them Valente
She walk wit a fly Sashay
Look here say, I'm just a Fat Face I come through swervin' (ay, ay)
You love the way the leather grippin' your butt
Conversation kill c

Andre:
Ahhhh I stank I can, I stank I can
The funky engine that could
Oooo oooo!
yosky wosky, pisky wisky
All aboard the Stankonia Express
The underground smell road
Everybody's lookin' for an excuse to let loose
What's your locomotive, the chatter nigga choo choo

Chorus:
Humble as a mumble in the jungle
Of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
(repeat)

Big Boi:
Back on the microphone, your number one controller
I rock the microphone like a blizzard
I'm so cold I'm tryin' to hold ya
Life is like a great big roller coaster
Everything in life don't happen like it's suppose to
Trials and tribulations make you stronger live longer
You wanna reach the nation nigga start from ya corner
Everything in life don't always happen like you plan it
Demand it over stand it then you handle it
Fuck wishing you, you missing the ambition on your mission
Now you switching why you quitting 'cause it's heated in the kitchen
Sloppy slipping in your pimping nigga
You either pistol whoop the nigga or you choke the trigger
You've got to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams
"No Weapon Formed Agains Prospers" 54:17
From Isaiah lay a nigga down and spray 'em
If the dealer dealt a fucked up hand of cards you've gotta play 'em

(Chorus)

Too Democratic, Republic fuck it
We chicken nugget, we dip in the sauce like mop and bucket
Blue-collar scholars, who'll take your dollar and wipe my ass wit it
You living for the lotto never hit it, I met a critic
I made her shit her draws
She said she tought Hip Hop was only guns and alcohol
I said "Oh hell naw!" but yet it's that too
You can't discrimahate cause you done read a book or 2
What if I looked at you in a microscope saw all the dirty organisms
Living in your closet would I stop and would I pause it "whoo"
To put that bitch in slower motion, got the potion and the antidote
And a quote for collision the decision
Is do you want to live or wanna exist
The game changes everyday so obsolete is the fist and marches
Speeches only reaches those who already know about it
This is how we go about it

(Chorus)

Erykah Badu:
I'm wild just like a rock, a stone, a tree
And I'm free, just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I flow, just like a brook, a stream, the rain
And I fly, just like a bird up in the sky
And I'll surely die, just like a flower plucked
And dragged away and thrown away
And then 1 day it turns to clay
It blows away, it finds a ray, it finds its way
And there it lays until the rain and sun
Then I breathe, just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I grow, just like a baby breastfeeding
And it's beautiful, that's life and that's life
And that's life and that's life

(Chorus)

Andre:
Humble as a mumble in the jungle
Of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've gotta re-route my dreams
Y'all can't harm me, it's over

Man, my woman done left me
Damn
I got laid off
Shit
They say a compruter can do my job better then I can damn do it
Mutherfuckers
Man pour me another drink
I feel ya

Want can make a nigga wanna take another nigga life
What can make a nigga wanna do another nigga wife
Life a butter knife
What can make a nigga wanna get his body so high
That can't go to sleep, don't wanna eat
Pray to God that he don't do crack
What can make a nigga wanna cut a beauty queen raw
Feeling every drip drop she can generate imitate seesaws
What can make a nigga wanna fight a whole night club
Figure that he ought to maybe
be a pimp simply 'cause he don't like love
What can make a nigga wanna achy, break all rules
In a book when it took a lot to get you hooked up
to this volume
What can make a nigga wanna loose all faith in
Anything that he can't feel through his chest wit sensation

One more time for y'all, y-y-yeah, huh
If you didn't know you know now,
OutKast, Stankonia
We shittin on ery'body talkin that bullshit
Now Peter Piper picked a pepper,
that was his downfall
I'm down with 'Dre 3000 '
cause he got my back y'all
Ball if you want to, but do it
with some class G
Ask me, do OutKast got some flows
so you can blast me
Nasty, niggaz on the
point they see you shinin
Engi-neers in the studio see me rhymin
Don't get me wrong,
got four albums stay consistant
You got a bodyguard,
I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back,
you got blood off on ya fur hat
Cap, cap, ya link snap,
you slumped off in ya Cadillac
For what though, some diamonds
and a Bentley what you dyin for
Aight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese
and let my mic flow
Prioritize to live through
Tell these other niggas how you
bought yo' kid some tennis shoes
Let these brothers know
that your momma she got her house too
Let these niggas know
that your sister wouldn't of..
finished.. college.. without you
I doubt you, do that though, so do this here
and keep that bullshit out of our ear
You too near me to not hear me,
too open to conceal me
The love for the music keepin
Big Boi spittin real G
Cause they know where
you live and they've seen what ya drive
And they say they gonna
put one in your hel-met
Cause you brag 'bout that watch,
and all them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn
your poundcake to red velvet

How can you measure a nigga
by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had he not purchased the newest Mercedes
that lose it's value soon as
you drive that bitch off the lot, lot, lot
Would he still be the latest,
most wanted, doggonit you want it
He got it-type nigga '
round the town, town, town
Had he not played it so flat
he ask you when half of
these niggas hurtin and workin
Would be he be found, found, found
In a ho (ho) tel (tel)
room (room) shot up (shot up)
With his dick shoved in some B got a lot up
Bill Gates don't dangle diamonds in the face
of peasants when he Microsoft'n in the place
You gettin on my nerves,
well I'm gettin on your case
Consider your surroundings
or you leave without a trace
Cause they know where you live
and they've seen what ya drive
And they say they gonna
put one in your hel-met
Cause you brag 'bout that watch,
and all them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your
poundcake to red velvet
I know you got the bigges
t bank roll and you ballin
Follow the heater because
the leader he is haulin
Ass like Juan Valdez, I think he scared
Cause my nigga Khujo
Goodie got that toolie to his head
Little did he know that, waitin in the closet
No matter what you call that,
playboy sure got done
Don was the one who came in contact
with those with slow goals
who prone to sell crack
On this megaphone, hey look world I'm on
You off, he floss hard
cause he celebrate the fact
Little did he know that, waitin in the closet
No matter what you call that,
playboy sure got done

Cause they know where you
live and they've seen what ya drive
And they say they gonna
put one in your hel-met
Cause you brag 'bout that watch,
and all them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your
poundcake to red velvet
Cause they know where you
live and they've seen what ya drive
And they say they
gonna put one in your hel-met
Cause you brag 'bout that watch,
and all them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your
poundcake to red velvet

Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
You know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style
Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I wanna know

*Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon click
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps

O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up find Jerome,
ya girl gonna give you grief at home
Just tell these hoez wanna be on the same team that she's layin on

*Repeat

Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough
When beef come areound can't let it go
When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
If you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight

*Repeat

I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what's up
It's T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve
It like it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job
No colors or rags, just guns and masks
We not scared to blast and dip off fast
With the Dungeon click, just pulled a lick
Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit

Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop them hoez and then you skate, ack to the block wit the deflate
Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake
A young nigga holdin big face foldin
Pimps are known for catching runaways
A good hustler's known to keep his gun away
First nigga run up and try to jack mine,
first nigga fuck up to get flat lined
Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain danling, y'all know that i'm form C.P

*Repeat

Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard
Harder than a nigga trying to impress God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat
As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself
If it's for the wealth i'll stop, well put i like this
It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we learn to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna
dance
Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta shit

Have you heard the news today
They say a little 14 year old
little girl had a baby on the way

Tooo much for her little mind to bare
And that type of news to
her mama she cannot spare
Toilet Tisha, damn we miss ya
Toilet Tisha is the issue
Damn we miss ya, Toilet Tisha
Damn we miss ya

Dont go away
Dont you dare go away
from me girl I can help you
Dont go away dont you dare leave me
Dont go away, away
Dont go away
Five thousand, one hundred ten days
Is a short period of time
a mere fourteen years
On this precious mother earth,
you see Tisha had issues
And her decision making skills
were still in its early stages
Therefore she could not properly
handle a blessing in which
She thought to be an obstacle
in her path to adulthood
Pause, Just like a brother
with a thousand pauses
Should I shouldnt I I cant I have to,
mama will never see me the same
Daddy and Big Mama I know
all of them gonna be ashamed of me
Are just a few thoughts
racing through her cranium
As she sits on top of the pale,
cold porcelain seat in the rear of the house
The unthinkable moments away
from becoming reality, sadly with no clue
And no way of expressing her feeling to
her mam or anybody else in her life
Tisha done came to the crossroads
and now she got to choose
Fatality, fatality, fatality, fatality

Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy
Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing
They don't know, but I do though
Baby my darling you make me loose composure
Fragments of a million me
Scattered across the floor to a certain degree
Where I had to give your mama call
And thank her for spending time with your daddy
For all its worth, girl what's your frequency
And can I come there frequently
Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy
Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing
What I like to do most is spit this game like sports announcers
And will pity pat them hoez down like a gentlemen club bouncer
Ounce of killa dilla, be making my game more flagrant
And once I done had some Cuervo 'bout six shots I'm nothin to play wit
Like plug sockets and babies, possums, raccoons, and rabies
Maybe Lady Luscious oba kaybee so they say thee
An old school playa pimp type ass nigga like Tony Mercedes
And will work every last muscle off in your body like Billy Blanky
Hanky panky, where did you get your gold grill cause it's banging
And I like then redhot Fila straight from Walters off the chain
Fuck them bouige bitches they don't know nothin 'bout you
'Cause you push a big black Buick, so fresh, so clean on them trues
Slum beautiful you's the would to me, shawty I dig ya
And I'm loving the way them Jordache got a bear hug on your figure
You my nigga, nigga Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy
Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing
Look at you, unbelievably, brilliant beautiful you
You're looking deliciously divine darling you really and truly do
The very thought of has got me running at the speed of love
Exploring everything about you from the ground to the God above
Suddenly I started dreaming, traveling in time so fast
I could almost taste outer space
I saw the face of God and looked like you and me too
Hello, I'm the man that God made you for
Profound don't think, okay let's put this poetry in motion
I'm shining simply because mother earth I'm your son
Our entire circumference engulfed in emotion
Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy
Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing
I don't know but, it seem like uh, your daddy must have gave you
A teaspoon of honey every night before you went to bed
Or was it a pack of Now Laters cause
you're the sweetest thing on my head
And I'd like to say that I'd love to make love to every molecule of you
And if you want to spontaneously combust
that's what we'll do in unison

What does love look like? Love looks like you What does love love feel like? Love feels like this What does love smell like? Love smells like us You make me understand What it means to be in l-o-v-e once again Why, must

Slowly as sir luscious step up like a q-dawg A-town's up, deuces down it's the new call And you can dial 1-888-cut-something I'm your kinky operator when you wanna f--- something Ain't no dial tones just milestones, of pleasure to reach To each his own, I'm a stone cold Aquarian freak Humanitarian, barbarian but under the sheets It's the player from the point And your girl from the d Are you infatuated with me I could end your curiosity If you don't think I'm too rude Here's your chance to make your move I sit and wait for nobody People say that my style is so crazy I think you like it baby Do you want to get nasty I dare you to undress me Baby, let me know if you wanna roll With a hip hop star Bamboos on, pants down low I'm a hip hop star Baby let me know if you wanna ride with this Hip hop star I'm a rock star Do I blow you away? Do I stimulate your mind Would you taste my love if I kick it tight I have none to waste with you I guess you can say My style is so crazy I think you like it baby Do you want to get nasty I dare you to undress me Baby, let me know if you wanna roll With a hip hop star Bamboos on, pants down low I'm a hip hop star Baby let me know if you wanna ride with this Hip hop star I'm a rock star Undress me undress me You can come Come baby, undress me Take off that tank top and pull off them drawers The girls all pause, got them drippin down they sugar walls Aw naw! getting to the nappy root Knocking boots and stilettos, damn I keep it ghetto! A cool type of fellow, mellow got the gold medal Never settle for less my rose petal Tooey, tooey, tooey, tooey! spit game! Venom to get it up in 'em, let me "p" pop that thang First check her brain to see if she's sane, Deranged or strange or crazy as hell You never can tell these days Everybody got a little Rick James in they veins man! The way I feel Oh girl I know its bout to be Me all over you And damn girl you all over me Baby, let me know if you wanna roll With a hip hop star Bamboos on, pants down low I'm a hip hop star Baby let me know if you wanna ride with this Hip hop star I'm a rock star

O-U-T-K-A-S-T
Live, 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-"

Everybody needs a glass of water today
To chase the hate away
You know you've got company comin over
So you scrub extra-hard
And everybody needs somebody to love
Before its too late
Its too laaaaaaateee oh
Dont nobody wanna grow old alone!

Everybody needs someone to rub their shoulders
And scratch their dandruff
And everybody need to quit actin hard and shit
Before you get your ass whooped (I'll slap the fuck out ya!)
And everybody needs somebody to love
Before its too late
Its too late

Love-hater
Love-hater
Hater of love [repeat 2X]
Love-hater
Love-hater

[whispered]
Everybody needs someone to love [repeat 2X]

Drowning in the gray cell
To dwell in earthly hell
A pimp warrior fell
One-two! Sir Lucious
Left Foot in the muthafuckin' booth
Lucious! (Lucious!)
Sir Lucious Left Foot has just entered

[Hook:] Might as well have fun
`cause your happiness is done
and your goose is cooked! [4x]

[Verse 1:] First rule in this thang,
never let `em see you sweat!
Never let `em be a threat and
your feelings you must protect `em!
As well as your rectum!
Must keep self out of harm, out of danger's way
Let strangers play while you graduate and move on!
True happiness is not acquired and you won't find it for sale
Unless you're in jail and trying to
get a bail bondsman to on the run!!

[Hook]

[Verse 2:] One upon a rhyme,
one time when I was a child
(Flip that smile upside down now!)
When I found out that
Santa Claus was nothing more than Vanilli
It was silly, `cause my mom and
dad's realationship, take a trip
you got the potato chips?
I'll bring the hot sauce!!

[Hook]

[Verse 3:] 1979 Dirty South, Loca! lounge
(Flip that smile upside down now!)
I never thought that alcohol could
ease the notion of the sadness
Now what used to be a happy home
done turned into some bad shit!
Graphic language, mild violence
and the silence of the fams!
No members to remember, but I know just who I am
I've grown into a man and like my
nigga said we executed the game plan
`Cause we got that hot sauce!!!

[Hook]"

My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing

[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
I don't think y'all heard me!
I just wanna say Happy Valentine's Day!
Every day the 14th!
Can y'all dig that?
Now when arrows don't penetrate, see
Cupid grabs the pistol (Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here!)
And he shoots straight for your heart
And when he won't miss you!
That's alright 'cause y'all won't believe in me anyways
But..

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya won't believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's all this talk about Santa Claus, but see
love will rule reign supreme)

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th! (You got it!)
When Cupid knocks at your door
You can't ignore me!
There's no need to run!
So, Happy Valentine's Day (Hey!)
Every day the 14th!
I may have it all wrong, see
If you know what loves mean, well
Well, somebody tell me!
'Cuz they just don't believe in me!

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's so much fuss about Santa Claus, but see
Cupid will not be defeated!)

[Verse 3: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
Now I know your hearts have grown cold
And that bothers me
Now I understand 'cause I use to be a bad boy in my day
I know you're trying to protect your lil' feelings
but you can't run away
Oooh ooh!

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy..
(Hey! Don't you supposed to be some kind of player or something?)
Bunny!

[Talking: Andre 3000]
Well keep on runnin', player
'Cause I got my good shoes on
And I got 'em tied up tight
So, you're going to find out tonightttttttttt!

[Verse 4: Andre 3000]
Got a sweet lil' darling back in my corner
Below I know I love her, but act like I don't want her
Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner
Could be an organ donor
The way I give up my heart, but
Never know because - shit, I never tell her!
Ask me about my feelings I'd holla' that it's irrela'
I don't get myself caught up in the Jello gella'
And puddin' pops, that others opt to call falling in love, but
For the record, have you ever rode a horse?
Would I like for you to take me to Pluto?
I said, "Of course!"
But if you ain't a sweety indeedy, I won't endorse
Hans Solo till I'm hit by the bullet, so may the force
Be with you, and I'll hit you when better time permits
For now, give me examples of why you're the shit!
But how am I to know with the profession that I'm in?
And if you do not know me, then how could you be my friend?

[Chorus: Andre 3000, Joi, and "Skreechy Peachy"]
Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's
Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine's Day

[Continue Chorus until fade]

Boom, Boom, Boom.
Heh, Heh.

[Big Boi]
Ready for action, nip it in the butt.
We never relaxin’, OutKast is everlastin’
Not clashin’, not at all but see my nigga went to do a little acting.
Now that’s for anyone askin’ give me one pass em’
Drip drip drop there goes an eargasm
Now you cumin out the side of your face
We tapping right into your memory banks (Thanks!)
So flickle the tickle lets see your seat belt fastened
Trunk rattlin’ like two midgets in the back seat wrasling
Speakerbox vibrate the tank, make it sound like aluminum cans in the back.
But I know ya’ll wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass
But I know ya’ll wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass

[Chorus]
I like the waaaay you move
I like the waaaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaaay you move
I love the way, I love the way.

I love the waaaay you move
I love the waaaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaaay you move
I love the way, I love the way.

[Big Boi]
Then the whole room fell silent (Shhhhh!)
The girls all pause with glee, turning left turning right hardly looking at me,
But I was looking at them, there, there on the dance floor
Now they got me in the middle feeling like a man whore
Specially the big girl, big girls need love too no discrimination in this world.
So keep your hands off my cheeks, and let me study how you ride the beat
You big freak!
Skinny, slim women got the cameltoe within them
You can fuck them, lift them, bend them, give them something to remember
Hail out timber when you fall through the chop shop.
Take a deep a breath and exhale your ex male friend, boyfriend was boring as hell
Now let me listen to the stories you tell and we can make moves like a person in jail.
On the loco

[Chorus]

[Sleepy Brown]
Heeeey baby, girl don’t you stop
Come on baby dance on the top of me
You so fine (you so fine) you so fine
You drive me outta my mind (my mind, outta my mind!) Oooh baby!
If I could I would, just be with yoooou baaaaby
Ooooooh Cause you like me and excite me and you know you gotta leave baby!
Oooooo!

I like the waaay you move (I like the way you move)
I like the waaay you move (Ooo you so sexy baaby!) (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaay you move
I love the way, I love the way (Whoo-o-o!)

I love the waaay you move (I love the way you move)
I love the waaay you move (Ooo you so sexy baaby!) (Whoo-o-o)
I love the waaay you move
I love the way, I love the way.

I like the waaay you move
I like the waaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaay you move
I love the way, I love the way.

I love the waaay you move
I love the waaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaay you move
I love the way, I love the way

What time is it?
7:48?
Where Where Where are my where are my panties?
Oh my god where are my panties?
What? I don't..
He gon' think I'm a hoe
Fuck that I liked it
I was drunk and it was my birthday anyway
Maybe I should just lay here and let him touch my booty
Mmmm.. but he don't even know my name

I know she think I just think she some kind of hoe
I don't give a shit about givin it up on the first night
That just let me know she know what she want out of life
What a hell of a way to goddamn wake up
Ooo that shit was good
Oo maybe she'll get me some breakfast
She so god damn sweet
Sweet as she wanna be
Oo I just like Oo i wanna lay in her hair
Can't fall for her don't fall for her ice cold (ice cold)
Maybe I'll just roll over and just lay on her booty
Yeah.. naw naw naw
Nah I'll just lay here and be cool be cool ice cold (ice cold)
But what if she's what if she's what if she's if she's the one

I hope that you're the one
If not, you are the prototype
We'll tiptoe to the sun
And do thangs I know you like

[Hook]
I think I'm in love again [repeat]

[Verse 1]
Today must be my lucky day
Baby, you are the prototype
Do sumn' outta the ordinary
Like catch a manitee
Baby you are the prototype
I think I'm..

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
If we happen to part
Lord knows I don't want that
But hey, we can't be mad at God
We met today for a reason
I think I'm on the right track now

[Hook]

The Scene
Come here

[Hook]

[Outro (ad libs)]
Girl, right now I wanna say, I wanna say
I wanna say stank you very much
For picking me up
And bringing me back to this world
I can't, I'm not
I can't afford to not record
I thank I wanna say
I thank I wanna say stank you, stank you
Smelly much!
For picking me up and bringing me back to this world
Hey, hey John! Are we recording our ad libs?
Really?? Were we recording just then?
Let me hear that, that first one
When I first started

[Big Boi]
As I, struggle to keep my balance and composure
I'm 'posed ta, propose a toast to players on every coast-a
The lyrical roller coaster, mind-bender
'Stead of watchin these sucker MC's
I'm seein just how they lyin to the general population
Don't be patient, get up and stand up for your life
Don't you agree or understand we lost some rights at 1-1-9?
Come dumb, come young, come blind unwind confined
to the situation, we facin, cause in time, tick tick boom

[singers]
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom

[explosion forward and reversed]
[scratched: "You're gonna die here" - 2X]

[Big Boi]
When will we all, awake up out this dream
Come here and smell the Folgers, the soldiers are human beings
Man actin as if he was the supreme bein
Clockin the souls of men out like he was G-O-D and
W-A-Rrah, there'll be no tomorrow but sorrow
and horror will follow the hollow hearts battle for dollars
Politicians, modern day magicians
Physicians of death, more health care for poor health
Who makin us ill, they makin us kill
That's makin me spill my guts (chill Big, lay in the cut)
For what? I refuse to sit in the backseat and get handled
Like I do nuttin all day but sit around watch the Cartoon Channel
I rap about, the Presidential election and the scandal
that followed, and we all watched the nation, as it swallowed
and chalked it up, basically America you got FUCKED
The media shucked and jived now we stuck - damn!

[singing - "can't be heard clearly"]
[scratched: "You're gonna die here" - 2X]

[Big Boi]
Operation Anaconda - ask yourself
was it full of bleeps and blunders, did they ever find Osama?
And why in the fuck did Daniel Pearl have to pay the price
for his life and his wife plead twice?
See Al-Amin got life and Fred got dead, Hampton
To dampen the dream of all the Panthers
They got they answer for ransom
As we read together, as we dream together
Count your blessings whenever you feel that things won't be no better
But it got to, you gave me this microphone so I must rock you
Your brainwaves, airwaves, energized and SHOCKED you
Y'all got me, well I got y'all, long as I know y'all listenin
I'ma always bring food for thought to the table in the kitchen
Now eat nigga!"

One two three go!
My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know fo shooo.. Uh, But does she really wanna But can't stand to see me Walk ou the dooo.. Don't try to fight the feelin' Because the thought alone is killing me right nooww.. Uh, thank god for mom and dad For sticking through together 'Cause we don't know hooowww... UH!
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..
[Verse Two - Andre 3000] You think you've got it Ohh, you think you've go it But got it just don't get it Till' there's nothing at AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaallllll.. We've been together Ohh, we've been together But seperate's always better when there's feelings InvooooooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOlved If what they say is ("Nothing is forever") Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes Then what makes, Then what makes LOOVVEEE? (Love exception) So why you, why you Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial When we are not happy heeeerrreeee... Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (Don't want to meet your daddy, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just want you in my Caddy OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH, don't want to meet yo' mama OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just wan't to make you cumma OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (I'm, OHH OH I'm, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (I'm just being honest OHH OH, I'm just being honest)
Hey, alright now Alright now fealous, (YEAH!) Now what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) I can't hear ya' I say what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) whooo... Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, Ok now ladies, (YEAH!) And we gon' break this back down in just a few seconds Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin' Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior Gimme some suga', I am your neighbor ahh here we go! Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shake it, shake it, shake,shake it, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shke it, shake it like a Poloroid Picture, shake it, shake it Shh you got to, shake it, shh shake it, shake it, got to shake it (Shake it Suga') shake it like a Poloroid Picture
Now while Beyonc?and Lucy Lui And baby dogs, get on the floor (Get on the floor) You know what to dooo.. Yooooouuu.. know I do
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh oh, Hey Ya) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh, uh, OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)

[Big Boi]
Yo
Just so you all know what time it is
It's your homeboy
Straight from the A-T
I ain't even going say the motherfucking rest
You know
We talk about it all day long baby
We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit

[C-Bone]
This rap game lovely
Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Riding like a bucket, nigga fuck it
I know some hoes slutty
I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playing rugby
I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions
Perpetrators in the booth, rapping lame like they drug related
It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby
You don't grind, you be lying
She'll be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe

[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

[Lil' Brotha]
You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
Konkrete, Aquemini, we taking this here to the top
Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop
You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch
To all my real niggas, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx
Fuck the cops, we making noise and we won't stop
Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's going drop
Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock

[Big Gipp]
They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle
Mr. Cockerspanielle in Your Poodle, after school tutor
Roto Rooter, addicted to follies
Like brown collies, stay soft fro
Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian
Talking a different language, RBI fly wide
Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now
Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now
Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now
Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now
See you when I see you, now out wit me now

[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

[Supa Nate]
I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight
Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates
I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit
Over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks
Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up
I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut
It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game
You can fool the record labels but not the street fame
I just tell it how I see it nigga, fact is fact
The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque
I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props
Konkrete and Big Boi beating through your Speakerboxxx

[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

[Ludacris]
Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock in case you like to leak a lot
Meanwhile, crank the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx
Get the fuck on the ground
Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town
They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland
So put your fist up boy, you want to romp
You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped
Thinking way back before I got mine
Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs
It's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman
A hundred though, bitch, diamonds shimmering
Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below
I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios
Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles
I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles

[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

[Big Boi]
Fourth and goal
Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll
Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
Cranium overload, over throwed
Now we got seven more points on the board, for sure
B-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think he's blessing me
Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me
Player, pimp, ganster, poet
We goin spit it, we going show it to your ass
"You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed
But I know one day we will once more cross paths
They say "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre"
I say "people, stop the madness cause me and Dre be okay"
OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division
We just split it down the middle so you can see both the visions
Been spitting it damn near ten years, why the fuck would be be quitting
Fuck, nigga

[Hook]
Brothers on the block knowing
(from this point on it only gets rougher!)
Sisters at the crib knowing
(from this point on it only gets rougher!)
Preachers at the church knowing, we still get by
(from this point on it only gets rougher!)
Teachers at the school knowing
(from this point on it only gets rougher!)
Ladies on the block knowing
(from this point on it only gets rougher!)
Junkies on the corner knowing, but still get high
(from this point on it only gets rougher!)

[Big Boi]
Well here's a formal introduction
Something to make you ponder
The situation's ugly, like "In Living Color"'s Wanda (word up!)
Well everybody play dumb, but there's some that succumb
And fall victim, I will overcome any hurdle or obstacle that's in my path
Fast cash should be the last resort so make it last for the risk you took
Trick, you shook your ass for some hundred dollar heels and a designer bag
Now that's ass backwards
All you got in the refrigertator is bratwurst
Your stomach is balled in a knot, you got that phat purse
Pocketbook, stop and look, pockets look void
Destroyed by the need to indulge and enjoy the finer things in life right?
Your dignity, your only sacrifice, slim as your chances of being somebody's wife
They seeing ya butt, booty naked every night, ain't nothing right or wrong!

[Hook]

[Big Boi]
Even though things started falling apart
Wanda went and bought a Honda
Now she's out of a job, she would slob on a knob
For a little less than a yard, a massage you could drill her like a sarge
She would charge and rob
Pick through yo' pockets
She got the tricks watcha nd the silver locket
That he bought for his wife but Wanda left her license
On the night stand fuckin' with this white man
She met in a little red Corvette paid for sex
Made a deal that she would never forget you can bet
Every action has a positive and equal reaction
Therefore everything that goes around comes around in that fashion
Fast and furiously, the was a knock on the sliding glass door (bitch, it's me!)
You thought you was slick the way you hit me for that lick
But you slipped now I'm getting in your shit!!!!

[Hook]

[Big Boi] Yeah.. ATLiens style on y'all ass
[K. Mike] DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI
[K. Mike] Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration - holla!
[Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be
[Y. Hova] Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
[Y. Hova] Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch)
[Y. Hova] I brought (holla) the whole hood with me
[Big Boi] You got red dirt in your afro
[Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be (yeah)
[Y. Hova] OutKast in the place to be (yeah)

[Verse One: Big Boi]
Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block
Didn't have to break a steerin column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner
You never took the time out, examine yourself boi
.. are you black, white, asian?
Indonesian, or Borean - that's black and Korean
We on the same team if we breathin
I jumped off the subject to see if you was seein
that we drop a little science off in every verse
They put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon' curse
But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get devoured
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any height
Because I might just SNAP on a FUCK-ass nigga
Might clap a cap at a sucka-ass nigga
In the meantime, Daddy Fatsacks gon' chill out
He might just, pull out his pistol
and let that thang whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder
than the park bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother James
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a pair
A player stiffen the competition
Pressed like Levi's and toughskins, one minus one
Negative one minus negative one is nothin
Bustin d-boy raps and player poems
The 'Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the crowd original material while you bore 'em
Your live show consists of everybody's shit but you're-uns
Do your own shit! In your live show (bitin ass nigga)

[Chorus: Jay-Z - repeat 2X]
Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch)
I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)

[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze
with her +Eyes Wide Shut+, before I asked to hit her gut
If you brunette, +Legally Blonde+ I might respond
Take you to +Swan Lake+ and beyond
Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clap on
I switch the flow so quick you cannot fa-thom
I take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea
and try to grab one line or sentence
Rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist
And give him a clean bill of health
Wealth might make you look good but you sound like shit
And your team lookin shitty to death

[Verse Three: Killer Mike]
My nigga Big Boi said, watch 'em as they gawk and they gander
You can follow or lead like Commander Picard
You can have +The Whole World+
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, overstand
this young player's rhyme
I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme
Focused on every word, and line
Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime
I was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm
the epitome of raw rhyme
Got signed, got serious about the craft
of raw rhyme and I got mine - Aquemini's
murderous monster move minds
Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime
When you see I'm comin holla one-time, holla one-time
When you see I'm comin holla one-time (one-time)

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Don't, you, like, to groove
In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
To run yo' tennis shoes
Don't, it, matter to you
That OutKast we got that slump for y'all
Keep that funk for y'all

[Verse Four: Jay-Z]
When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
At the interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops
And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm them interviews
dudes wanna know what he copped
And where you got that, and how could they buy that
Where the million dollar watch at, stop that!
Why that, why this, niggaz wanna hijack the flyness
I'm on a whole 'nother plane
A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin
Understand what I'm sayin
Hov' and OutKast, whatchu think about that?
Really don't matter though what you niggaz chatter though
Anybody get out of line then you trust
that the mac'll go b-r-r-r-r-ap, got you killed for that alone
Back on the shit, back on the strip
Another hit I'm not gon' miss

[Interlude]

D.J. Mrs. Boi:
OutKast...
Tea's long...
Tea's strong...
Lastin' long vs. long lastin'...
Education, however, the difference between the two...
Which do U live in, yo'self?...
2 draw a master plan without a flaw...
Somethin' lastin' long leaves a compromising position...,everything that isn't becomes questionable...,unbelieveable,...and becomes weak at some point...done got the strength 2 blow and 2 hit jackin' this joint...
Somethin' long lastin'...
Big Boi & Dre, the duo whose chemistry gave the potion a rare fate, 2 Atlanta boys that came in2 this industry...
For the same ol' boys 2 B OutKast, raps an' OutBlast the peers of the game...
Move with the groove an' don't let the smooth groove fool U....
So it is...believe in the dirty SOUTHERNPLAYALLISTICCADDILAC-funky-ATLIENS,...the kind that makes Aquemini...
Big Boi & Dre presents OutKast...
So get ready 2 bump!...?808-style...2 "The Speakerboxxx" and "The Love Below",...2 albums...w/ the same ol' flow...
Now enjoy it.
Me?
Signin' off...A/K/A...Possum Dre...

[Big Boi]
Nah nah nah
That's part of the
That's, yeah
I got ya good that time, shawty

[Debra Killings]
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason

[Big Boi]
Ain't it funny how you're born and then your life begins
Just like a baby all alone, that's if you wasn't a twin
You must begin to fend for self when the umbilical's cut
The doctor put you under the heating lamp, your spirit is touched
You know what, I take that back, why? You was alive
Date of conception, interception cause the sperm did collide
From T 'n A to DNA, feelings turn to children
The morning after pill didn't put a halt to our very existance
We livin, breathin, soon we'll be teethin
Our granny got a gold and now we want one for that reason
An adolescent mind is so impressionable in those stages
But parents got to parent their kids to keep them out of cages
Cell therapists beware of this lugie that I spit
Incarceration without rehabilitation really don't mean shit
Little Ricky's home, he gotta serve probation for six months
But Uncle Donnel and Ol' Dirty Bastard still in the joint
Reset

[Debra Killings]
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason

[Khujo]
Good does not come without pain
Meaning, before it gets better, it's goin get worse
Like my homies on the sick side still dyin over turf
That don't belong ot urse
I mean us, left in the dust
Try to catch up with massah
I used to wanna wrap my hands around the esophagus of them crackers
But Ephesians 6:12 said it wasn't flesh and blood that we wrestle against
Principalities, powers of this world
Rulers of darkness and spiritual wickedness
In high places, so throw that whole armor of righteousness
I spark this thang, but my name ain't Bubba
I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover
And brothers that wax fat an dforget all about the struggle
Yeah, come on, come on
Guess what, guess what
Time to reset this thang

[Debra Killings]
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason

[Cee-Lo]
Listen to me
I awaken to sunlight that's beyond bright
This day will be done right
There is a war, just waiting on the other side of the door
But I'll be bringing God to the gunfight
Can't live forever, so have some fun, right
Life's a bowl of candy, you can have one, right
You can handle if tomorrow never comes, right
You'll get used to singin if only for one night
But I intend to raise two daughters and a son right
And I couldn't have wrote this if I was hopeless
And see I focus to provoke this
So open wide for my opinionated opus
Stop playin Go Fish, but not below this
Before I go, I thought that you all should know this
Recognize and realize before any regretting
Before you relapse, perhaps you'll consider resetting
Hmm?

[Debra Killings]
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason"

Hey yaaa... Ba-doo-baaaa-ba-doo-baaaaa [repeat 2X]

[Norah Jones]
Baby, take off your cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you
Baby, don't be so cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you

[Andre 3000]
Baby, take off your cool
I want to get to know you
(Take off your cool)

[Hook:] Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie `round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac!! Yeah!! [Repeat]

[Big Boi:] Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cumberbun with no suspenders
My torpedo, you libido
Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys
To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this
Smack on smack on some of this dick tracy
Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker
You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor
Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream
She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things
Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where i's...

[Hook]

[Big Boi:] Oh, lord! How can it be so hard??
To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique
You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak
Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that
But it takes years of perserverance and experience to get that cat!
So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with some of that
On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack!
As we strut skip the line through the glass window glance
We look fine, right on time
As we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've come to play

[Sleepy:] Everybody's watching `cause them furs just hit the door
While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floor
To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you need
Throw your hands up if you feel me!! Throw your hands up if you feel me!!
`Cause we well designed and fine as wine
Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why
I got the ladies in line, because they can't deny
So raise your hands to the sky `cause we super fly

[Hook]

Some say Atlanta
Some say New York
Some say Paris, France but...
Who knows... where this flower... grows

Everybody needs a glass of water today
To chase the hate away
You know you've got company comin over
So you scrub extra-hard
And everybody needs somebody to love
Before its too late
Its too laaaaaaateee oh
Dont nobody wanna grow old alone!

Everybody needs someone to rub their shoulders
And scratch their dandruff
And everybody need to quit actin hard and shit
Before you get your ass whooped (I'll slap the fuck out ya!)
And everybody needs somebody to love
Before its too late
Its too late

Love-hater
Love-hater
Hater of love [repeat 2X]
Love-hater
Love-hater

[whispered]
Everybody needs someone to love [repeat 2X]

God
Come in God
God come in God
Damn you're a girl
well i guess the reason i'm talking to you tonight is
cause i've been doing alot of thinking
i mean iconsider myself a pretty cool guy
and i've never cheated on any of my girlfriends
well well except that one lil' time in japan
but that was just some head and head dont count right?
aww thank's God i knew you would understand
well i just feel like i want to be honest wit you
God i just need a sweet bitch
you know sombody not to fast but not to slow
cause i dont have it my damn self
and life aint easy
you know you want somebody by yourside
to help you smooth that thang out
you know what sayin
and i'm not being picky
she dosen't even to have a big ol ass
just something well popotioned
toher body you know a nice lil tail
what?
you say you you've found somebody
is she cute?
so when do iget to meet her?
aww
God you're the greatest
well i guess i'll talk to you later
amen
oh i'm sorry
alady"

My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing

[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
I don't think y'all heard me!
I just wanna say Happy Valentine's Day!
Every day the 14th!
Can y'all dig that?
Now when arrows don't penetrate, see
Cupid grabs the pistol (Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here!)
And he shoots straight for your heart
And when he won't miss you!
That's alright 'cause y'all won't believe in me anyways
But..

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya won't believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's all this talk about Santa Claus, but see
love will rule reign supreme)

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th! (You got it!)
When Cupid knocks at your door
You can't ignore me!
There's no need to run!
So, Happy Valentine's Day (Hey!)
Every day the 14th!
I may have it all wrong, see
If you know what loves mean, well
Well, somebody tell me!
'Cuz they just don't believe in me!

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's so much fuss about Santa Claus, but see
Cupid will not be defeated!)

[Verse 3: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
Now I know your hearts have grown cold
And that bothers me
Now I understand 'cause I use to be a bad boy in my day
I know you're trying to protect your lil' feelings
but you can't run away
Oooh ooh!

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy..
(Hey! Don't you supposed to be some kind of player or something?)
Bunny!

[Talking: Andre 3000]
Well keep on runnin', player
'Cause I got my good shoes on
And I got 'em tied up tight
So, you're going to find out tonightttttttttt!

[Verse 4: Andre 3000]
Got a sweet lil' darling back in my corner
Below I know I love her, but act like I don't want her
Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner
Could be an organ donor
The way I give up my heart, but
Never know because - shit, I never tell her!
Ask me about my feelings I'd holla' that it's irrela'
I don't get myself caught up in the Jello gella'
And puddin' pops, that others opt to call falling in love, but
For the record, have you ever rode a horse?
Would I like for you to take me to Pluto?
I said, "Of course!"
But if you ain't a sweety indeedy, I won't endorse
Hans Solo till I'm hit by the bullet, so may the force
Be with you, and I'll hit you when better time permits
For now, give me examples of why you're the shit!
But how am I to know with the profession that I'm in?
And if you do not know me, then how could you be my friend?

[Chorus: Andre 3000, Joi, and "Skreechy Peachy"]
Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's
Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine's Day

[Continue Chorus until fade]

I don't want to move too fast, but
Can't resist your sexy ass
Just spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)
Don't want to come on too strong, but
I'll play in you all day long
Just spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)

[Verse 1]
I... I can't read minds, but I can read yours
I think she says that she wants to pour your..
your... yourself all over me
What you think? I could be wrong, but peoples don't lie
And if they do, bu God, they must fry! (fry?!)
You know, like electric chair
The way you stare (yeah I'm there)
You committed a crime and I'm the victim

[Rap]
I've got an eye out for she who cries out passionately
We'll do things backwardly, forwardly, horizontally
I'm too young to be settling down
quick to change my mind tomorrow
So now can I borrow your timid torso
More so than your soul, honest me gotta be how I roll
Fuck the rhythm, fuck the rhythm under your bosom
You're the prism, Shirley Chislom
Was the first, let's rehearse making a baby
Put in your order, I want a baby daughter
Dance on the tip of my tongue
Shake the clouds 'til there's no more wetness in them
Tell your homegirls that you will send them
A postcard from 3000... HARD!

[Hook 2]
Don't want to make you feel strange, but
Don't let these words be in vain, so
Spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)
Nature knows that I want you, but
Not unless you want me too, so
Spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)

[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]

What time is it?
7:48?
Where Where Where are my where are my panties?
Oh my god where are my panties?
What? I don't..
He gon' think I'm a hoe
Fuck that I liked it
I was drunk and it was my birthday anyway
Maybe I should just lay here and let him touch my booty
Mmmm.. but he don't even know my name

I know she think I just think she some kind of hoe
I don't give a shit about givin it up on the first night
That just let me know she know what she want out of life
What a hell of a way to goddamn wake up
Ooo that shit was good
Oo maybe she'll get me some breakfast
She so god damn sweet
Sweet as she wanna be
Oo I just like Oo i wanna lay in her hair
Can't fall for her don't fall for her ice cold (ice cold)
Maybe I'll just roll over and just lay on her booty
Yeah.. naw naw naw
Nah I'll just lay here and be cool be cool ice cold (ice cold)
But what if she's what if she's what if she's if she's the one

I hope that you're the one
If not, you are the prototype
We'll tiptoe to the sun
And do thangs I know you like

[Hook]
I think I'm in love again [repeat]

[Verse 1]
Today must be my lucky day
Baby, you are the prototype
Do sumn' outta the ordinary
Like catch a manitee
Baby you are the prototype
I think I'm..

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
If we happen to part
Lord knows I don't want that
But hey, we can't be mad at God
We met today for a reason
I think I'm on the right track now

[Hook]

The Scene
Come here

[Hook]

[Outro (ad libs)]
Girl, right now I wanna say, I wanna say
I wanna say stank you very much
For picking me up
And bringing me back to this world
I can't, I'm not
I can't afford to not record
I thank I wanna say
I thank I wanna say stank you, stank you
Smelly much!
For picking me up and bringing me back to this world
Hey, hey John! Are we recording our ad libs?
Really?? Were we recording just then?
Let me hear that, that first one
When I first started

[Intro: Rosario Dawson]
[laughter]
What's wrong? What are you afraid of?
The Love Below

[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
She stays alone, never sheds a single tear
She stays in the coolest moods, clearly woman of the year
She and all her girlfriends, they go out dressed to win
She comes back to the cooler side of town
but she lives in my lap

[Chorus: Andre 3000]
She lives in my lap [repeat 6X]
Forever my fiance
She lives in my lap
Don't need no chain
She lives in my lap
I'll get the courage one day

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Make me want you, make me miss you
make me wonder where you are, then forget you
Girl remind me, just who we are
We're oh so close, but yet so far

[Interlude]
[Rosario Dawson:] Baby why are you acting like this?
I don't care about any of them...
I care about you!
Baby I Love you!

[Andre 3000:] You've got me open wide (I love you)
Just Come inside (baby)
It's yours (it's yours)
I'm yours (i'm yours)
For sure (for sure)
Play baby play...

[Chorus + interlude + scratching til fade...]"

One two three go!
My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know fo shooo.. Uh, But does she really wanna But can't stand to see me Walk ou the dooo.. Don't try to fight the feelin' Because the thought alone is killing me right nooww.. Uh, thank god for mom and dad For sticking through together 'Cause we don't know hooowww... UH!
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..
[Verse Two - Andre 3000] You think you've got it Ohh, you think you've go it But got it just don't get it Till' there's nothing at AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaallllll.. We've been together Ohh, we've been together But seperate's always better when there's feelings InvooooooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOlved If what they say is ("Nothing is forever") Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes Then what makes, Then what makes LOOVVEEE? (Love exception) So why you, why you Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial When we are not happy heeeerrreeee... Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (Don't want to meet your daddy, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just want you in my Caddy OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH, don't want to meet yo' mama OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just wan't to make you cumma OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (I'm, OHH OH I'm, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (I'm just being honest OHH OH, I'm just being honest)
Hey, alright now Alright now fealous, (YEAH!) Now what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) I can't hear ya' I say what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) whooo... Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, Ok now ladies, (YEAH!) And we gon' break this back down in just a few seconds Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin' Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior Gimme some suga', I am your neighbor ahh here we go! Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shake it, shake it, shake,shake it, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shke it, shake it like a Poloroid Picture, shake it, shake it Shh you got to, shake it, shh shake it, shake it, got to shake it (Shake it Suga') shake it like a Poloroid Picture
Now while Beyonc?and Lucy Lui And baby dogs, get on the floor (Get on the floor) You know what to dooo.. Yooooouuu.. know I do
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh oh, Hey Ya) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh, uh, OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)

Caroline Caroline
So Caroline
All the guys would say
she's mighty fine
But mighty fine only got
you somewhere half the time
And the other half either got
you cursed out
or coming up short
Yeah now dig this now
even though
You'd need a golden calculator
to divide
The time it took to
look inside and realize that
Real guys go for real down
to Mars girls yeah
I know you'd like
to thank your shit don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really
smell like boo boo boo
Yeah roses really
smell like boo boo boo
I know you'd like to
thank your shit don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really
smell like boo boo boo
Yeah roses really
smell like boo boo boo
Caroline Caroline
Some she's the reason
for the word bitch
I hope she's speeding
on the way to the club
Trying to hurry up
to get to some
Baller or singer or
somebody like that
And try to put on her
makeup in the mirror
And crash crash crash
into a ditch Just Playing
She needs a golden calculator
to divide
The time it takes to look
inside and realize that
Real guys go for real down
to Mars girls yeah
I know you'd like to
thank your shit don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really
smell like boo boo boo
Yeah roses really
smell like boo boo boo
I know you'd like to thank
your shit don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really
smell like boo boo boo
Yeah roses really
smell like boo boo boo
Well she's got a hotty body
but her attitude is potty
When I met her at a party
she was hardly acting naughty
I said Would you call me
She said
Pardon me are you ballin'
I said
Darling you sound like
a prostitute pursing
Oh so you're one them freaks
get geeked at the
sight of ATM receipts
But game been peeped
dropping names she's weak
Trickin' off this bitch is lost
Must take me for a geek
a quick way to eat
A neat place sleep
a rent a car for a week
a trick for a treat
Now go on the raw sex
my AIDS test is flawless
Regardless
we don't want to get
involved with no lawyers
And judges just to hold
grudges in a courtroom
I wanna see ya support
bra not support you
I know you'd like to
thank your shit don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really
smell like boo boo boo
Yeah roses really
smell like boo boo boo
I know you'd like to thank
your shit don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really
smell like boo boo boo
Yeah roses really
smell like boo boo boo
I know you'd like to
thank your shit don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really
smell like boo boo boo
Yeah roses really
smell like boo boo boo
I know you'd like to
thank your shit don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really
smell like boo boo boo
Yeah roses really
smell like boo boo boo
Better come back down to Mars
Girl quit chasin' cars
What happens when
the dough get so low
Bitch you ain't that fine
No way no way no way
Better come back down to Mars
Girl quit chasin' cars
What happens when
the dough get so low
Bitch you ain't that fine
No way no way no way
Crazy bitch Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch Crazy bitch
stupid ass bitch
Crazy bitch
Old punk ass bitch
Crazy bitch
old dumbass bitch
Crazy bitch
A bitch's bitch just a bitch
Crazy bitch
Just a Bitch Crazy bitch
stupid ass bitch
Crazy bitch
Old punk ass bitch
Crazy bitch
old dumbass bitch
Crazy bitch
A bitch's bitch just a bitch
Crazy bitch
Just a bitch

Ahhh, such sweet sound
The Fiddler on the Fuckin' Roof
Is that Mr. Bentley Fonzworth?

[Big Boi]
Indeed it is Sir

Good day, good sir
How do you do? Look fine

Fantastically well
I am certainly not fine by far
But you could say
I'm close to spectacular

Close to spectacular? How so?

Open your eyes
Spectacular's right in front of you

Whatever you say... your spectacular

No I'm fantastically well

Come on man make up your mind
A minute ago you said you were fine

No I said I'm close to spectacular
But I'm meeting fine in a minute

Close to spectacular?
You said you were fantastically well

Exaxtly

Exactly?? Which one are you?
Close to spectacular or Fantastically well?

I am certainly and without a doubt
Fantastically well and was close to Spectacular but I must say
You just pissed spectacular off
And don't even mention exactly...
But here comes fine right now

Oh lord, she is fine

[Woman] Gentlemen

[Big Boi] Behold

[together] A lady

Sophistophone {?}, aristocats
Distinguished stars, clean up your acts
Pull up your pants, ladies and gents
Please, act like you got some sense
You know what I really wanna know?
Where do all the good girls go
What clubs they hang in?

[Chorus]
Behold a lady
I see you standin' on the wall
Clap, clap... you deserve it all [Repeat]
[Ad libs]
Candy-coated unicorns are quite hard to find
The classic lady, a rare breed indeed
Is that make and model discontinued?

[Verse 1]
Today I might snow, tomorrow I'll rain
3000's always changing but you stay the same
And I need that, hey I need that (in my life)
When I feel washed up and inadequate
And throw all my songs away, no matter how mad I get
You make me smile, you make me smile
You make me smile, you make me... (Hoooooooo!)
You're the anchor that holds me down
When my ship is sinking
You won't let me drown and I'm grateful
(Awwaww Awwawwawwawwawwwwawww!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Yo' mama's old fashioned, yo' daddy don't play
You'll always be this lovely
'Cause they raised you that way
Hallelujah! Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
You're not extra, you're so plain Jane
The yin to my yang, darlin'
You've got that thang and you know it
But yet you don't and that's what's so cool
You don't say too much, but when you do it's profound
In the street you hold your head high
At home you get low down for me
(Can't get no lower, can't get no lower, can't get no lower, yeah!)
Hooo! You're the anchor that holds me down
When my ship is sinking, you won't let me drown (Aaaaaaahh!)
(Ad libs)
Sad, but one day our kids will have to visit museums
To see what a lady looks like
So if you find one, I beg you, hold her tight
If you spot one, good sir, treat her right
This is Benjamin Andre signing off
Thanks a million
Good luck and goodnight

[Chorus 2x]

Pretty pink, baby blue
Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new
We're all (we're all) just babies in my view
So crawl baby
Crawl baby
Pretty pink, baby blue
Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new
We're all (we're all) just babies in my view
So crawl baby
Crawl baby

Miss lady
You could have been born a little later but I don't care
So what if your head sports a couple of grey hairs
Same here, and actually I think that's funky
(In a Claire Huxtable type way)
Miss lady
It looks to me like you need a little juice in your life
So call me when that big ole house gets lonelyfied
And I'll teleport from here to there
You show me how it's supposed to be done
I'll make sure you have young fun

Pretty pink, baby blue
Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new
We're all (we're all) just babies in my view
So crawl baby
Crawl baby
Pretty pink, baby blue
Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new
We're all (we're all) just babies in my view
So crawl baby
Crawl baby

You're sophisticated
Just me and miss lady
You've got me talkin like a baby
You make me talk baby talk
She's so sophisticated
You make me talk baby talk
Just me and miss lady
She makes me talk baby talk
Got me talkin like a baby
Like ga ga and goo goo
Oh momma
You're so sophisticated
Make me talk baby talk
Just me and miss lady
You're so experienced
Got me talkin like a baby
Teach me somethin new
Teach me somethin new
You're sophisticated
Just me and miss lady
You got me talkin like a baby

Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do whats right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for? [repeat]

[Verse]
Tonight we'll make the prettiest song that no one will ever hear
No one will ever hear
No one will ever
These ain't the times to be alone cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is
Quickly approaching while we carry on
No one is promised another day
Why can't the story end like fairytales often do
Before I let you leave I've got to say-ay-ay-ay

[Hook]

[Instrumental]

[Hook]

A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A pain
But she's alive

[Andre 3000 - Verse One]
The year was 1975
That night crickets cried
They knew what was going down
Three girls travel a long country road
And one said she thinks it's time
This baby wants to come right now

[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A pain
But she's alive

[Woman talking]
I was scufflin' going to school
I was scufflin' working at night
And you know what
I truly believe
And that's why I tell a lot of parents
Single parents, don't tell me what God can't do.
I made sure you had
I never felt like you should be deprived of anything
If a man didn't want to take care of his child
You move on
And that's what I did
I moved on

[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A pain
But she's alive

A boy
To raise
At... at a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive

[Woman talking]
He always wanted to be a father
But he never took care of you
He ain't have no money
He ain't have nothin'
How can you care about somebody
And you never give the welfare of them

[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To r

(verse 1) Your're all i ever wanted,
but i'm terrified of you
See my castle may be haunted, but i'm terrified of you
i've cast my spell on millions, but i'm terrified of you
Baby i do this from the ceiling, but i'm terrified of you
(bridge): I wait my whole life to bite the right one
then you come along and that freaks me out
so i'm frightened... Dracula's Wedding
(verse 2) I 've never ran from no one, but
i'm terrified of you
see my heartbeat is a slow one, but
i'm terrified of you
i've been around for ages, but
i'm terrified of you drag my thing
across the stage yet i'm terrified of you(bridge)
(Kelis) 3000.. 30000..
Give me the chance to dance romance
don't run i'm not the sun
so much at stake... oh! Bad choice of words
but i'm not the gun with silver bullets
And i can count, plus i make great peanut butter
And jelly sandwiches....Van Helsing"

Hey yaaa... Ba-doo-baaaa-ba-doo-baaaaa
[repeat 2X]

[Norah Jones]
Baby, take off your cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you
Baby, don't be so cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you

[Andre 3000]
Baby, take off your cool
I want to get to know you
(Take off your cool)"

Hey yaaa... Ba-doo-baaaa-ba-doo-baaaaa [repeat 2X]

[Norah Jones]
Baby, take off your cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you
Baby, don't be so cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you

[Andre 3000]
Baby, take off your cool
I want to get to know you
(Take off your cool)

Every boy and girl, woman and man
When you feel you've done about the best you can
Muthafuck the wagon, come join the band
Vibrate, vibrate, vibrate, higher!
[Repeat]

[Verse 1]
Sometimes when it's late at night
And you have no one to talk to
Here's what you don', you go through that
Raggedy cell phone 'bout two or three times
Tracy ain't home, Tina ain't home
The Love Below start talkin' to ya

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
The circumcision has already begun
Desensitizing the very thing or thang that brought
you into this motherfucker in the first place
And when I say "motherfucker" I do mean "motherfucker"
Because Mother Earth is dying and we continue to fuck her to death
Play with your own score sheet, become the master of your own..
And yes, God is watching you, but no need to be embarrassed
For the future is in your hands, no the future is in your hand
Play with your own score sheet

[Hook]

Boom Boom Boom
Santana's in the room
Boom Boom Boom
Mary J's in the room
Boom Boom Ba-Boom Boom
Big Boi, Beat Bullies let's ride...

[Chorus:]
I got a man and he's so good to me
I give love and he gives it back to me
Say it for me once if you know what I mean
I said my man's what a man's supposed to be

I got a man and he's so good to me
I give love and and he gives it back to me
Say it for me once if you know what I mean
I said my man's what a man's supposed to be

[Mary Verse 1:]
He opens his arms and holds on to me
He tells me he loves me and oh I feel it
And all that I am and all that I'll be
Is there in his eyes when I hear him sayin' please

[Sleepy Pick Up:]
Who loves you baby?

[Big Boi Verse 1]
I do, I do trust you
See see this ain't just bout having sex
I don't even have to touch you
But you lustful I'm buggin'
You feel me bulgin' while we huggin'
We all over one another (scattered, covered, smothered)
You're my choosey lover
Never loving others only rubbing me (me)
Satisfy Big to the utmost mentally and physically (ly)
Every king must crown a queen to make his kingdom mean anything
Through thick and slim we gon' win we a team by any means y'all

[Chorus 2x]

[Mary Verse 2:]
The touch of his hand the sound of his voice
The way that he loves me 'til he knows I feel it
And all through the night forever rejoice
The angel above me starts to sweetly sing to me

[Sleepy Pick Up:]
Who loves you baby?

[Big Boi Verse 2:]
I do, I do adore you
I'm the best man for the job
Another man couldn't do nothing for you
Cause you're spicy just like me
We come together like thunder and lightning
With all of that scratching and biting
So exciting it's frightening
I'm your do-right man and you're my do right not my just for tonight woman
Making me feel just like a baker quick to put something in your oven
Not no dumplin's or no stuffin' but our own lil' flesh and blood'n
A bouncin' lil' baby something pretty girl or handsome son child

[Chorus 2x]

My man's what a man's supposed to be...
I got a man...

Yeah Ya gotta understand
what I'm talkin' about
I'm talkin' about on this one
Sexy Sexy as hell to me
Yeah Love Love
So let me tell
ya bout a player I know
6 foot 4 225
He's all the way live
See where I come from
We like em like that
He don't talk smack
He just twist caps off
See that's the only
kinda dude I'm demandin'
And let the girl
like me understand it umm
And the ones that ain't
They still gotta have it
They don't know why
But they chained to
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't like them there
Need somethin' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B boys
Man I love them boys
Love Love
He knows how to treat a lady
But he won't
let you get too rowdy
He stands up for himself
That's what
I like most about him
He's all I see and all I need
And all that I want
And all that I'm used to
I swear that
my man's the truth
I said I swear that
my man's the truth
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't like them there
Need somethin' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B boys
Man I love them boys
Yeah Yeah
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't like them there
Need somethin' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B boys
Man I love them boys
Yeah yeah
B a double d
Why say bye
Been fly
Ever since a nigga
started sayin' bye
That's right stand by
Cause we about to take flight
Not a 747
But the music
and the mic Rophone
Phone home
If you want someone
waitin' baby
Go on home
Don't wanna jeapordize
your safety
Maybe later
We shake the haters
and gets busy
You say you wanna do
same thing
Then get wit me
If not then hit me
I know you know the history
Last nigga ridin'
round lookin' real crispy
Ridin' round town top down
On the grizzy
Grind all the time to stay hot
Or either sizzlin'
I thought I told ya niggas
We run stop signs
Cause we don't stop
Till the cops come knockin'
For two block signs
Not mine
Toine gone right
Like sunshine and cold north
through summertime
Now bow down
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't like them there
Need somethin' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B boys
Man I love them boys
Yeah Yeah
shortie wanna rock with you
Shortie wanna rock with you
Wanna bop with you
I wanna ride with you

(feat. U.G.K.)

(chorus)
Everbody on the streets,
This a lil thesis coming from me
When I throw up baggets, sitting at the bar
Or smokin a lil red life in my car
I dont know what you came to see,
Nigga just out here feeding my kids
Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
Cuz everybody wants to be a tough guy

[Verse One: Big Boi]
Crusin down the street, minding my business cuz I'm trill
Stopped at the ATM, grabbed a thousand dollar bill
Now I peel, like apples and peaches because I'm chill
And niggas around my city respect me because I'm real
But still, the things I see from day to day it hurts me
When I'm off in the '79 Seville or the Bonneville
Niggas wanna hurt me, absurd g
I know it, betta believe I tote something for it
But I gotta be smoking?????????????? know it
And I'm not the type of person be riding around yo block just flashy
Just came to the store to get some black and milds and a lil bit of 93 gas,G
Wanna blast me, get sassy, say negative things about OutKast G
Riding all on a nigga dick, all you had to do was just dap me, come slap me
You the bad man, so go ahead and touch my cheek then
But we'll be burying you and your whole motherfucking family by the weekend
I'm calling your bluff, go'n and buck, I got my squad we trapping
AC gone slap this nigga, he aint bucking, he just yapping, yea!

(chorus)

[Verse Two: Bun B]
Say, we took it from packing the pistols,
To jacking this missiles
To stacking my crystals
Now my torpedo's even cracking your missile
When we start, aint no stopping us
We too smart and too popular
Take yo toys and we ?topple em
Resort to the dopplar
To the agent underground well known as S

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

[Intro:]
Chris brOwn
Big boi
Yea

(Big Boi Rap)
Oh she's mine
And see god knew she was mine
The day i seen that guy
The big mouth bass
On the line
It's time for me to retrieve her
And go git her like a wild reciever
But we dn't play no ball
See when we come through
We babygirl gon' make it ball

[Verse 1:] ( Chris Brown)
On the real we need to nip this in the butt
Cause we kept it real with everyone
So tell me why they hatin(everybody's hatin)
It feels like they just waitin(for us to grow apart)
Yeayee
its just hard for me to do
But baby if i'm your man
I guess i gotta be your man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl, with curves and hips, luscious lips
Girl i can't front now
I'm nervous

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

[Verse 2:] (Chris Brown)
Now a days is so crazy
Out here
You'd wanna be cuttin me
If your daughter struts with me
Lucky me, and you'd be lucky too
No entourage, no crew
Just me ridin with my boo
I got her
But don't think i'm replacin you

Girl know you know what i do
And i know you made your mind up
It'll take days and days, and decades to find anOther
Dude that's gonna walk in my shoes
And girl keep it one with you
As long if you do the usual

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

Now baby please
Hang up the phOne
Cause i'm talkin to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
She told me she like me
And i really like her
She gon' be my wifey
I say baby please
Hang up the phone
Cause i'm talkin to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
He told me she like me
And i really like her
She gon be my wifey

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

(Big Boi Rap)
Now is the time for me to come clean
Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light
And proceed us together, be more better like lemon pepper on your wings
And you'll never find another fella that's betta than your king
Nah mean, kno'm sayin, kno wut im talkin about
Girl who playin
But we cant have no picket fence cause we got acres & acres of land
The haters are takin it mad
That we can handle these fakers for class
Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they ass
Girl buy, give it a try, give yo boy a chance
Ever since you landed in myspace it seems like i'm yours again
My top friend, rock them
We don't need no all day hits
Pop them
Put ol' Google on a boss back

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you
Baby please
And she like me
And i really like her
Baby please
She gon' be my wifey
Baby please

Livin by the grace of God
At the pace of the Devil life is hard, we speedballin
With no time to waste
The trouble tends to weeble wobble over the base, we speedballin
Nose wanna blow out steam
So make some fuckin noise if you know what I mean, we speedballin HA
But if you don't you won't
You'll end up in your trouble while the fury of funk, we speedballin

Uhh, uhh, yeah sucka we're speedballin ballin ballin ballin
Yeah, uhh, we speedballin ballin ballin
Uhh, yeah we speedballin ballin ballin
Uhh, uhh uhh, yeah we speedballin
ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Ballin ballin uhh, we speedballin
Yeah, WOOO! Yeah, uhh

Mama think I'm on that blow
Cause anything over marijuana fa sho, we speedballin, huh
If I could just come down
But when I do come down I don't like how it sound, we speedballin, HOO
The pitcher all on the mound
Thowin fastballs with a curve, the nerve of speedballin, HA
Some niggaz serve to live
Some niggaz live to serve not a fuck who they give, we speeballin, HA

HA, yeah, woo we speedballin ballin
Yeah, can y'all feel that? Uhh we speedballin ballin ballin
HA, c'mon! Yeah we speedballin what?
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

My God, my heart, my start, my saviour, my soul
My end, my friend, my sin now when can I go?
If you can hear me now then make me move
Stank-ya, I like it like that, I'm in yo' groove

Yeah! Yeah! Entire world, UHH!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! De-caaaaaaaaa-turrrrr, WOO we speedballin
Uhh, yeah, yeah, A.T.Lllllllllllllllll!
Uhh, yeah, New York we speedballin ballin ballin
WOO, yeah, uh uhh we speedballin
L.Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Woo, woo we speedballin
Woo, woo woo, woo, woo woo, uh uh u

(tash)
Smoke this blunt
Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to smoke fest '99
I'm glad you all could make it
As you can see admission was free this smoke fest this year
All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby
(sixty bucks? ? !!)

Catashtraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four karats
If y'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents
'cause tash f**k it up, don't twist it up wit luck
My style is cold like I bought it off the icecream truck
Listen here, tash be crashin niggas wit my beer
Tash be partied down as f**k swingin off the chandelier
Tash be here, tash be there
Tash be everywhere it's poppin
I'm here to let you know f**kin wit me's not an option
'cause tash is my name, tash'll start it wit a bang
Tash'll end it wit a *gun shots* that's not the same thing
Tash'll split your frame, tash swings like gold chains
I be rollin wit king t, and we all in the same game
But enough about catash, let's talk about some skrill
You know it's bout to pop if likwit crew is on the bill
You can ask my nigga phil how real this is, the weed
Smoke fest '99 burn something to the beat

*tash in background*
Damn man, y'all came all the way from where, man?
"all the way from mobile, alabama."
Oh yeah, you came to smoke some blunt?
"yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you baby."

Smoke, smoke fest time

(big boi)
Yeah yeah yeah
I was lookin to get my skull blowed up like kid dynamtie
The time is right
Be ridin the track so fiercely that it seems I'm already high tonight
But I'm not though just on them black & mild's
And people thinkin I'm the wild one 'cause I be flippin
And rippin the track and verbally attackin on yo' style for fun
Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin that fly shit
And you notifying alkaholiks daily
So punk muf**ker you better dub bitch
What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap
I mean the dope spot, but the slangin got my snappin like the rope hot
I can be the player you wanna bust wit
Or nigga you don't even wanna go f**k wit
Or nup wit, you suck dick, so why you all up on my nuts quick
I hold the microphone and that's wit a vice grip
Really tightly, and I'm keepin the words crystal clear
So you gon' correct when you try to bite thee
Very nicely, aquemini my nigga, not a pisces
But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff
While I write g, yeah yeah right

(dre)
Yeah, check this out yeah
Hard life, now picture this
A nigga in jail, rappin while his folk in the next cell
Tappin wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom
Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons
Soakin wet wounds, titty tanglin tunes
Musty under arms, soul shlong charm


Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one
Stankonious under smellin where I'm comin from son
The day you bone is when you start to die
The time in between us will mean the most, I toast my high
Shit gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry
But suck it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing
For I'm already high

Smoke, smoke fest time

(phil the agony)
Yo yo yo
Whenever I'm writing, you can call me philly titan
Receiting to you an interview like phil donahue
Me and my crew, translate los angeles
Scandalous, like watergate
Phil on the break, phil on the break
Phil/fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin shanked
File up your taxes, I'm writin exact on my axis
From my head down to my air max's
Phil waxes and relaxs
Phil also fills up mental food up in your ? deadly gases?
My name is jason when I fill out my application
To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled what they facin
Phil/feel the ration, phil/feel the adrenaline
I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be like "phil is illin!"
Phil is willin and ready
Phil is raw like eddie
Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti
Deadly, phil/feel the pain when I walk through the rain
Niggas be like "he sayin phil again, phil again, phil again"

Smoke, smoke fest time

(tash)
Hey hey hey
Peace rap world, I'd like to make a special announcement right about now
We have a special guest that just stepped in the house
You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music
He goes by the name of the doctor greenthumb, smoke em out

(b-real)
Now I be, rollin and smokin
And holdin the golden sack
When my lungs be gettin swollen, hittin the bong foldin
For chronic ironic, growin the hydroponic
We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic
Smoke fest, expandin your chest
Buddah bless best, for you to step back 'cause your lyrics are like cess weed
Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it
It's ten niggas in a circle smokin a spliff, believe it
Retrieve it, over the counter, can you conceive it
I give you doctor greenthumb digits, don't repeat it
The brew crew and the buddah masters together
Gettin you higher and f**kin you up that much faster
Six sacks, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls
All be gettin smoked at the buddah head shows
Excuse me if it seems too complicated
The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel plated
Let me mash out, I'm breakin the stash out, the hash out
I roll into the studio and smoke my nigga tash out
Wit that doctor greenthumb shit, know what I mean?

Smoke, smoke fest time