Outkast

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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Power music electric revival
Power music electric revival
Power music electric revival
Power music electric revival
Power music electric revival
Power music electric revival
Power music electric revival
Power music electric revival
Power music electric revival
Power music electric revival
Power music electric revival
Power music electric revival
Power music electric revival
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Power music electric revival

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