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Myintrotoletuknow
(Big Boi)
Time and time again see I be thinking about that future
Back in the day when we was slaves I bet we was some cool ass niggas
But now we vultures slam my nigga back out
To make his ass black out or even pull your fuking head
To make his whole crew believers you're harder than a bitch full of dicks
But that don't be sounding like king shit to me
See now in the ghetto or should I be sayin Lakewood
You better be strapped 'cause them niggaz over there just ain't good
Just being a hustla, serving up all your customers
Rent was due on the 1st of the month so I'm hustling
I buy you 50 box of Phillies at the Citgo
And niggaz be wanting drinks and shit from the fuking sto', yo
But that's aight, tho', 'cause I be getting paid
And every trip I take, there's a dollar to be made
I'm digging through my pockets for my earnings got you five
Deep, there it is, now it's time to smoke that jive
(Chorus)
If you smoke a dime, then I'll smoke a dime (2x)
Hey 'Dre, Let 'em know what's up
(Andre)
I've been slipping, slowly but surely
Niggaz I used to hang wit wants to act like they don't know me
Come and listen to my story, I gots a lot of shit up on my mind
I wipe the boo-boo from my brain then I finish up my rhyme
Take a number, I caught you in a slumber
I hit you for a lick, I'm in the slammer for the summer
But now it is the fall, I'm having a ball, making my nickel sacks crawl
To my niggaz got to servin when they beep and when they call
I got the Peter, Paul and plus that Mary Jane
I'm rolling reefer out of a Regal, how can I refrain
From being rough, from being tough, from being dangerous
I'm hangin wit the P.A. Niggaz, ain't no gankin us
See you can try, if you try, if you don't, you don't
If you wanna battle, it's either that you will or you won't
See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke
If you got some fly shit, yo, niggaz gonna always know
Dope is not what I be slanging on this track
Niggaz don't comprehend that it be deeper that Cadillacs
You know that, right, you bite, you fuked up
You won't be getting away this time, I'm real as hell, so what's up
I rip shit wit pimp shit, I'm flinging it from the south
Talk bad about the A town, I'll bust you in your fuking mouth
Chorus
My Favorite Things
Buy me diamonds and rubies
I'm crazy 'bout bentleys
Gucci dresses and drop top compresses
Wine me and dine me
Bring those platinum rings
Those are a few of our favourite things
Buy me diamonds and rubies
I'm crazy bout bentleys
Gucci dresses and drop top compresses
Wine me and dine me
Bring those platinum rings
Those are a few of our favourite things
What I need is a gentleman
Who does the best he can
There to hold my hand
I want you to understand
Of course I want diamonds and expensive things
Cause a girl's gotta have her favourite things
Oh, that's what you like nice type of life
Platinum at night flat diamond light
Well that's so bright
You looking right ass kinda tight
Don't spend the night
Roll with the g, oh we could be right you and me
Like fantasy i'll make you real
So what de deal
Girl tell Randy just how u feel
Buy me diamonds and rubies
I'm crazy bout bentleys
Gucci dresses and drop top compresses
Wine me and dine me
Bring those platinum rings
Those are a few of our favourite things
I would like a man who would
Take care of business
And still have the time to
Take me on a shopping spree
What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine.
With what we have lets put it together and we can shine
I know what you want
And I got what you need
I believe you should be rolling with me
I take you around, out on the town
And show you the way that a boy liquors down
Whenever you're ready girl we can go now
And we can do things you don't even know how
I know that you know that i'm feeling your style
So tell me what you do just to make you go wow uh
Buy me diamonds and rubies
I'm crazy bout bentleys
Gucci dresses and drop top compresses
Wine me and dine me
Bring those platinum rings
Those are a few of our favourite things
Let me tell you what di's is all about
Simplicity easy to please but I like expensive things
For me you can buy diamonds and pearls
Just some of the little things I like in my world
So you like wining and dining and shining
Gliding the riding pushing them hot wicks
Wanna come get with a real pimp
There lots of flaws stuck on it
I'll make you a shopohollic
Buying you stuff untill you vommit
Blowin credit copper on ya
Even if ya didnt want it
Buy me diamonds and rubies
I'm crazy bout bentleys (crazy bout bentlys)
Gucci dresses and drop top compresses
Wine me and dine me
Bring those platinum rings
Those are a few of our favourite things
Buy me diamonds and rubies (buy me, buy me)
I'm crazy bout bentleys
Gucci dresses and drop top compresses (I like gucci)
Wine me and dine me
Bring those platinum rings
Those are a few of our favourite things
What dya want
Outro
(This song does not belong to OutKast it actually belongs to Big Brovaz)
My Melody
[King Midas]
"Word, best to feel me, boy
It's about to come off, it's about to come off
Whether you love it or you hate it
Ain't none of this drug game can stop my flow"
My malignant melody's a felony, at least that's what they tellin' me
Belle and three deep in hell and Tree
Sellin' my new T-A-P-E
For paper, D- King get real violent with terminators
Determined haters gettin' wiped out by exterminators
In German 'Gators, fully prepared for the perpetrators
They try to fade us- My style is layed down in perfect layers
If adgetated, then my melody moves wildly
Niggas that doubt me don't know nothin' about me
Without me, rap would be weak wit'out a beat,
But it got me, so it's unique and kinda sweet
Yet you slot me, so I take pride in your demise
Seek to stop me and I must rise with my a-llies
At the top, man- Hard to maintain but I got game
And it's plain to see without pain and forever reign
You losers' not me, so I recommend that you don't begin
'Cause to stop me is takin' the strength of ten men
[King Midas
Drunken Master]
My, my, my...
...malignant melody
My, my, my...
It's just those wicked flow skills
My...
...Malignant melody
Watch out. Watch out, 'bout to hurt ya!
My...
It's just those wicked flow skills
[King Midas]
See, when I see the microphone, I'm instantly turnin'
Into a fire-breathin' M.C., internally burnin'
Never learnin' to watch your manners'll get 'cha smacked in the mouth
Here's a present, I'm gon' have Santa come and blow up ya house
Just from a clout, I'm gon' have to bless the skill of a legend
Goin' in so many directions, you don't know where I'm headin'
Now, I ain't bettin' but I believe I'm one of the best
Kinda upsettin' how I battle when I'm put to the test
Nevertheless, ladies' obsessed, now I confess that I'm fresh
Could afford to ball for y'all a little bit and still have alot left
What about death? I ain't afraid but, shit, I don't wanna die
For myself- So when you try to slain me, bullets gon' fly
'Til ain't nothin' left- It's self explanitory how I'ma ride
For my respect, I get wreck- Man, I can't go deny
[King Midas
Drunken Master]
My, my, my...
I'ma say it again for 'em, Dre
Look here, huh
My, my, my...
...malignant melody
My...
We gon' freak it for this one time, man
Drunken Master
It's just those wicked flow skills
My...
One time
...malignant melody
Two more times, man
Let me go towards 'em, man
My...
It's just those wicked flow skills
[Drunken Master
Dre from Outkast on a phone]
"Yeah, and that's the way we puttin' it down
Drunkenstyle, you-knaw-I-mean?
99.9 on your FM dial- Bangin' for real niggas only
Turn the volume up out there
Ayyo, right about now, let's go to the phone lines and see what's
crackin' lately- See who ridin' wit' us, ya-knaw-I-mean?
Yo, Drunkenstyle, you on the line"
"Yo"
"Yo, what's the deal, nigga"
"Wuz up, man"
"Yo, who is this?"
"This Dre"
"Yo, Dre, what's goin' on out there in them city streets, my man?"
"They jammin' ya"
"Ayyo, well, you on the air right now
Let niggas out there know who you ridin' wit', Playboy
Do your thang"
"Yo, y'all know who it is
Yes, straight outta Outkast, it's Andre 3000
Niggas know we be layin' low
Lower than roaches doin' push-ups
But I'm layin' low with, uh, DJ Dre, the Drunken Master
Y'all know what it is- Drunkenstyle '99
Go and pick up y'all tha album"
"Yeah, that's good lookin' out, Playboy
I'll see y'all when I get to Atlanta, you-knaw-I-mean?"
"Alright"
"Big shout-out to all the niggas in the Dirty South
ridin' wit' that Drunken Master shit in they deck
You know it don't stop, baby- Check the way that we switch it up
Drunkenstyle, nigga- WHAT?!!"
[Record Scratches]
N2U
(feat. Khujo Goodie)
Big Boi
Back when I was a freshman
I learned a valuable lesson
A hoe gon be a hoe and
It don't matter about you stressin'
The only thing you do is tap that throat and wear protection
And only when she spit it out is when you feel rejection
Evidence and DNA drop down, stainin her dress
She's making a great big one ?? can I get something off your chest?
And that is no intended pun, I'm just joshin' with you hun
Don't we always have a blast as we bust one on one (one on one)
(uhh) one on one
[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]
I, I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
Big Boi
Now that I'm a graduate, she still gotta have it
School days are over, spike the punch, and you can stab it
Jug, jug, more jug, push, pull, more wood
Isotoner gloves, fitting nicely cause we go good together
Like Salt-N-Pepa, Kool Aid and sugar, mustard and mayonnaise,
Shoulda coulda and woulda, uhhh
And that is no intended pun, I'm just joshin' with you hun
Don't we always have a blast as we bust one on one (one on one)
(uhh) one on one
[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]
I, I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
[Khujo Goodie & Big Boi]
Ain't talking about commitment, shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop
Ain't talking about no wedding ring, shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop
I hope you ain't a gold-diggin biatch, shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop
But you a fine lil' sexy thang, shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop (uhh)
[OutKast & Khujo Goodie 2x]
I, I don't want no girlfiend
I just wanna get into (just wanna get into you)
[Chorus 2x]
[Big Boi]
Girl, bye
I.e., get the hell on, I'm through, make me a sandwich, I love you
Only at this moment, maybe not tomorrow
Kisses, toodles
Ah, lil' me
Nathaniel
Shit man
Nigga gotta gone and got damn
Get the shit straight when I got damn get out
Well shit
This what really goin down
Whassup my nigga another day the same shit
Punk ass C.O.'s on a nigga dick
Got me up at three o'clock cookin eggs and grits
I'm a cheifa C.P I can't take this shit
Tryin to hold a nigga down in this country ass town
I'm used to smokin chronic movin pounds
They got a nigga on some "Sir yessir, left right left"
Throw me in a hole if my ass outta step
They treat you like a motherfuckin slave
Dopefiends, cryin Jesus, swear they saved
Niggaz better get they game tight
Cause these crackers tryin to take a nigga life and they rights
I'm surrounded by fake-ass crooks
They swear they kingpins but don't have money on they books
I hear so many lies it make me sick
These niggaz call ballin sellin dimes and nicks
I can't wait til the day they let me go
So I can eat some steak and shrimp
Grab a mic, and bust a flow
I'm Outtie 5 nigga lights out
Hold it down on the streets until the day that I get out
I'm out man
Neck Uv Da Woods
[intro - mystikal]
This is, mystikal and outkast
I'm representin
[mystikal]
I'm not for the big bucks, no way miss God dammit
You can't stand it!
Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in miami
Handlin with my man 'nem in atalanta
And they play me 'cause they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin
As I'm sayin it
I'm like the nba sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine,
Bitch I'm known for jammin
Smoke mary, mary, mary
Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary
I bust through, intrude, move through distractions
Withstand hits and blows don't lose no traction
I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em
If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon
And the get God back
Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy
Me and guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy
Run flat boy, run that boy
Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy
I bring flames to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer
I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern band
And they always tryin to find something to say about the brother man
I invent em flip em and send em
Rhymes set you jumped like I poured king cobra over ya
Guess what, this is a stick up
Give me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up
Garbage mc's better run for it
Don't come this way 'cause you can't walk on this side of the yard, (? )
And respect me for takin it to em
So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods
Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah
Mystikal and outkast, ha ha
[hook - dre] x 2
If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock
If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods you better stop
'Cause the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh
[big boi]
All a the heat rise to the beat wise
To that nigga that spit that street fire
Mystikal, andre and big boi takin em out of the park like mark mcgwire
Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like toto
You're bitch made like dorothy
You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you cocoa
Like candy, go sing a song with brandy
But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin g?
I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken
And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin
Givin you somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops with
My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this
The d-u-n-g-e-o-n family, merrily
Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare 'cause it's scarin me
But I live, gotta give one double o percent above the rest yeah
That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, yeah
Yeah know that east point never stop like that
All the way to decatur
[hook] x 2
[dre]
Hey, what's your name?
Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here
Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun
Reason for a gun, only one
Strong believer in self-preservation
Aahhhhh, oof!
In the state of confused
City of forgotten fate, county of the blues
Street address generation x avenue
But generation y high to the point that I drink
Runnin on a new one
Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks
What if I told you that even if you made clocks?
Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds
Then re-arrange and change things that's on your mind
Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter?
Would you holler that I'm live and ask another?
Or take no heat and run for cover?
[hook] x 3
No Thang
A nigga ready from the get go(blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my shit go, it's andre. can yo punk ass come out to play?
Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head
You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead
Is what I say, best run the other way
In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now
My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp
Make yourself exempt
Pussy footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die
By gettin blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do, but naw (naw, naw)
I take that back, that's my problem
Turnin and walkin away, this ain't gon work when they be robbin
As long as big boi's still livin, never standin by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Chorus(2x)
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the dungeon with the mary jane
It's just a pimps(players), mack daddies(east point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(it's the joint)
[big boi]
Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits
It's that nigga down in the dungeon with them playeristic hits
I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the
Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch
I used to sell dope, but in 1994
I'm makin southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin
About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens
She had me makin better grades to make a better life
But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright
I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit
I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah
It was so hard to say goodbye, i'm a man now
I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now
I call the wild because it's time to take the streets
So if you ain't got the vertebrae, ya big enough nuts, retreat
I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal
Just an international playa, comin through your stereo
Chorus(2x):
[dre]
3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead
Cause i'ma pro, kid
But lord forgive me, I gots to keep my milli right vi-near me
My nine be doin fine until these niggaz wants to clear me off my street
But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto
Don't got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go
But I feel for them like chaka khan feel for you
Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew
On the concrete, remember when we ran deep
Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy
They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me
Trippin with that drama, my beretta's right beside me
One is in the air and one is the chamber
Y'all ask me what the fuck i'm doin, i'm releasin anger
Quick to dodge danger, i'm takin it one day
At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way
You can sway with andre, i'll take it to the ho-jo, bitch
Just let you know, yeah
Chorus(2x):
[big boi]
It's on my friend, on the road again, i'm travelin
No more than 65 on 85 off in my cadillac
I got that nigga dre, he ridin shotgun
And got my pump under my seat,
In case these yougstas wanna have some fun
I'd do it if I have to,
Bustin caps with this a heat and load it clip up after clip
I'm packin my gauge, if I feel it
The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers
So how do you figure that big boi be scared to blast ya
You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster
1-2-3, you need to think about the future
Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead
From my hollow tips, i'll send you to an early grave
You fuckin slave, you better try another way
To take me out, is truly something difficult
Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke
I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip
I'ma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin pistol whipped
You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do
Chorus(2x)
Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the motherfuckin..
Organized noize, pa, goodie mob, big gipp and all the niggaz
Around the east pointe way
College park is really on the map
We comin around atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped
With the muthafuckin guns and the motherfuckin glocks
Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop
Oh No
(featuring Bubba Sparxxx & Killer Mike)
From the movie "XXX: State Of The Union"
[Big Boi]
We're back
This is MC extraordinaire
Reporting to you for W-A D-F, generation one television
We here in a remote area
Somewhere way back up in the woods
With members of the elite Dungeon Family
Them boys in there workin' on some shit so fire
I bullshit you not
[Killer Mike]
Ey, welcome to Purple Ribbon, prime-time official
Killer Mike, y'all
Killer kill from the ville, go hard on the rhyme
Like a junkie on powder I go hard every line
I'm a ex-Dope Boi but I still rap blow
And I sold more horse than a polo sto'
I'm destined to become a millionaire
Similar to Phil Collins I can feel it in the air
My car change colors like a millionaires
Necklace, get reckless and touch my chain
I put it in the air and bust your brain
Any sucker out there tryna' take my cash
Better pray God with him when I catch his ass
Or he gon' lay there dyin' wit' a bullet in his ass
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Pardon my French but if you give me an inch
I'm a take five kilometres and give it to the commoners
Some dirty white boys and some boochie black girls
Nearly one million sold but I'm still in that world
That's why you won't see Bubba, buck head bouncin'
Unless it's the cream and I'm upstairs countin'
You know the type of bread that don't involve accountants
Continuin' the legacy my forefathers founded
We won a lot of battles but the war is still ragin'
She's turned a lot of tricks but the whore is still agin'
What is rap? What God gave me for my birthday
You ain't D-F dawg, fuck what your shirt say
Talkin' bout he's undeserving of the blessin's
When truthfully the tat was roomin' them suggestions
New ? clean in the game they ?
We ain't them boys that you can't say earned it
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
[Big Boi]
Every now and then, me and my kin, we get to bussin'
Not in the high school football game, I'm talkin' bout rhyme thrustin'
I'm talkin' bout line crushin', somethin's simply bumpin'
On the low straight out the oven like some blueberry muffins
We got the stuffing like some Stouffers or somethin', macaroni, mackalicious
Mack a bitch or a woman, there is a difference
Not if the woman start bitchin', won't get in the kitchen
Male, chauvinistic, nah, ho, you missed it
I'm just kiddin', just playin', I'm just sayin' we humpin' around
Like the ghost of Bobby Brown and Stankonia lingerin' round
We have found profound sound above ground
When we've split in two parts, no one can block us now
Maybe top lock but we can't stop, let the great white head be severed
We weathered the storm, with feathers, something we treasure
(Well I never) and you never will, suckered up
The Dungeon Family is here to stay and we don't give a flying fuck
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bench riders
On And on And on
{scratching}
"The beat" "Goes!" - "The beat-beat" "Goes!"
"The beat" "Goes!" - "The beat-beat" "Goes!"
"The beat-beat" "Goes!" - "The beat" "Goes!"
"The beat" "Goes!" - "And the beat" "Goes!"
[Big Gipp]
Well it's the dip monk (?) execute parachute
(?) this Gipp man, lovin that orange brother
Make you stay up all night, make ya eyes puffy
Eyes wide like the back wheel of a Huffy
Could never be ya cousin brother, rather be a relative
In ya (?) seat-painted we could settle it
DF the Family, below they still sellin it
Knickerbocker socker on the weekend type fella
Black crow nest don't buck back
Love jokes, getcha ass jacked, put the bullets in his dick
Another comin for the excaliber hit
That shit, who the next gon' dip with this?
[Hook] - 2X
And the beat goes,
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on
"And the beat" "Goes!"
[Big Boi]
In the middle of the ghetto, the rhythem of the rebel takin over
Crappy clubs and burros
You'll try to censor it and stop it
But we still won't settle, Pinnochio and Gepetto
They tellin lies to my fellow Americans
Besides the heroines and heros, dope fiends and zeros
The Dungeon Family steady jammin as the beat goes
We know famili that the Dirty ain't no equal
My name is B-I-G and keep me to a tree hoes
White Gutz, white wall ties, and white name
With so much love why do we need hate?
Cuz everybody played it fool, we bouncin in ya place
Gotta grind till he give me yo' shine, you shake and bake like
[Hook] - 2X
[Cool Breeze]
Even when a G be bustin, ice-cold crushin
Ladies be touchin, and the club be rushin
For the stage, bitches see a second page in this chapter
See me to the fullest cuz I'm more than just a rapper
Slash actor - and producer on the news sir
Pimp or breeder, strong house leader
The game get deeper, sweeper, Yamaha creeper
DF each a rider, like a wood driver
With 'em on the court I'm hittin jumpers outside-a
Southwest rider, deep like a diver, +Rich+ like Pryor
Ain't no higher!
[Hook] - 2X
[Witchdoctor]
Witchdoctor come wit it!
I'm your words from your heart beat skip
Hit me, I'm workin off my hip
And I keep a box of extra clips
Cuz haterism is a trip
And I come out the +blue+ like a Crip
And believe me asses'll get whipped
Georgia's biggest mess
My new bone gon' drink milk from his momma's breast
Fielders of this stress
It was the music that took you
Put you in a pot and cooked you
If this was (?) I'd cook you...
[Hook] - 2X
[Khujo]
It's so gritty
Mayside gladiator, blue and gold raider
Northwest alumini dwellin in Decatur
Skin ya like a gator, bust yo' head like a baked potato
I can't stand on purpose tellin you didn't know yo' poppa
Now I hate her, so "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada
We comin up like escalators
And if you say you the best then we ten times greater!
Candy-ass and seeds melt away like Now-and-Laters!
Erase yo' data! With this nigga chaser!
And if I have to, I'll hitchu with the maser!
[Hook] - 2X
{scratching to fade}
Ova Da Wudz
Something's gotta give!
Yeah you know what I'm sayin? Uhh
Herring homes unh martel homes carver homes tekwood
Martin luther king bankhead
Big Boi
Under cover over da hills and thru tha woods I go
Like green lights a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see we be them southern playas
Remember the football socks aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs now
You up to par and ready fo yo lesson
I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let's crank up a session
Like Tri-City high school, was pullin em in a broke down Rabbit
I spit a couple of words and layin em down was just a habit
Just like smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we rolled up
Talkin about the click will get you laid down hella swoled up
Hootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek wit Isotoners
And went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner
Tell em Big Boi did it; I swear that nigga be rhymin
Every lyric that he spit be turnin charcoals into Diamonds and Pearls
Girl when you givin up them draws, cause
I got a couple of niggaz down the hall
That wanna hit it too, I'm not the type to be actin selfish
Set it out and let it out and I'll be right back just like Elvis
Cause the postman rings twice...
Hey Mr. Postman....
Chorus: repeat 2X
Power, power, I come gimme some
Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far, tha southern star shines
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