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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Big Rube (Spoken)
Conceive true deception, and multiplied a million fold. Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense, that we get em confused. The resident evil specialize in misconstruing. We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doing? Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin ourself, but not bein' ourself. We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat. Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat. While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season. Look at the picture that's painted. Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point where Sodomites get all the rights. We fall for fights with fisticuffs, get pissed enough to miss the bus. It disgusts me to see my folks run up on. I say stand up on the section of time marked Revelations. And recognize this mind numbing reality of horror, known as mankind. Jesus and his twelve disciples make thirteen, a righteous number of righteous men. Even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end. The Devil say the end is the beginning. They teach that we were the product of incest. Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics. Stand with us and don't look back upon. Just face this mind state, otherwise Babylon. Debra Killings My memories of yesterday Cut and scratched Ninety-six gonna be that year (Yeah, Yeah) Ninety-six gonna be that year (Yeah) Ninety-six gonna be that year (Y-y-y-yeah) Ninety-six gonna be that year (Yeah) Andre I bet you never heard of a playa with no game Told the truth to get what I want, but shot it with no shame Take this music dead serious while others entertain I see they makin' they paper so I guess I can't complain, or can I I feel they disrespectin' their whole thang Them hooks like sellin' dope to black folks And I choke when the food they serve ain't tastin' right My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it I'm confessin' one mo' lesson from the south we in the house tonight Now who-ty who wants to oppose, suppose We rolls through Headland and Delowe Where me and my niggaz surpassed the flow And got down for ours like hind catchers My mind catches flashbacks to the black past While my close niggaz laugh at The Southern slang, finger waves and mojo chicken wangs I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen Started by Afrikan Bambaataa, so you and your partner Gather your thoughts (Ninety-six gonna be that year) Debra Killings Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain Been bearing this burden for too many of my days Looks like breezes of Autumn (Ninety-six gonna be that year), done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday Big Boi Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my partners they call me Big Boi It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin' the truth not talkin' that shit boi I'm thinkin' of checkin' my traps and bustin my raps and throwin' them craps Seven-eleven is no convenience, you pumpin' your gas, they're watchin yo' back For the robbin' crew, thinkin' they robbin' you, you must be cautious To stand up on yo' game and pimpin' these crows you must be flawless Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin' these wombats got you dizzy My nigga you know of I wanna be playin' but runnin' up on me like you miss me You catchin' the wrong vibe, packin' yo shit and rollin' yo eyes back Flexin' up on the corner tossin' your dice and rollin' your Cadillac But man it seems I'm reachin' out and touchin' the wrong nigga Don't expect it to be pimpin' get your index off the trigger As we bust, us, be leavin' em in the dust So keep that 'cain up out of your nose I said my piece and then I hush As the candidate keeps flippin', niggaz dippin' (Ninety-six gonna be that year) Debra Killings Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain Been bearing this burden for too many of my days Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way (Ninety-six gonna be that year) Like memories of yesterday Andre My dearly beloved we are gathered to life Like soap is the lather we come clean Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean Oh like Liberty Bells yes them bullets keep on rangin' On fire like the Georgia mass choir we keep on sangin' Bringin' our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get green Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big screen Psych because no one is free when others are oppressed So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest Growing old Big Boi Like some eagles, people don't understand Just like their parents don't be carin' I'm speakin' about you playin' with that phony stuff you sharin' In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches Thinkin' you got it, but get it get it, but you ain't pimpin' no bitches 'Cause you flaw, in, fallin' like leaves into driveways Isn't it lovely smokin' good and sloppy head on highways Friday's are tight but Saturday just makes it old Winter nights are hot warm enough to feed your soul Growing old Debra Killings Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain Been bearing this burden for too many of my days Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday (Ninety-six gonna be that year) Debra Killings Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness (Ninety-six gonna be that year), turns my teardrops to rain Been bearing this burden (Ninety-six gonna be that year), for too many of my days Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday Andre (Fading In) See all them leaves must fall down, growin' old Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab Trees bright and green turn yellow brown Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab Trees bright and green turn yellow brown Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab Trees bright and green turn yellow brown Autumn 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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
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 |
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from Outkast - Idlewild (2005)
<i>[Andre 3000]</i>
A bad note ain't no bad note If it's a good note A bad note ain't no bad note If it's a good note A bad note ain't no bad note If it's a good note A bad note ain't no bad note If it's a good note A bad note ain't no bad note If it's a good note A bad note ain't no bad note If it's a good note A bad note ain't no bad note If it's a good note A bad note ain't no bad note If it's a good note |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
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 raider 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 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) 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) 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 burner, bring your big enough nuts(retreat) I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal Just an international playa, comin through your stereo 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) 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) 3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead Cuz I'mma po' kid So Lord forgive me, I got to keep my milly right here near me When I be doin fine until these niggaz want to clear me off my street But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto Don't have no neighbors that hit the pipe but 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 mid-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 her to the ho-jo, bitch Just let you know, yeah 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) 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) 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 And after again, 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 beats ghetto blastin 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 gut with lead From my hollow clips, 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'mma 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 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) 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) Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the muthafuckin... Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggaz Around the East Point way College Park is really on the map We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped With the muthafuckin guns and the muthafuckin glocks Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said get on the bus go get your work and keep your beeper chirpin' is a must Is you on that dust or cornstarch familiar with that smack man The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack man Pac man how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that man Ridin' round Old National on 18's without no gat man I'm strapped man & ready to bust on any nigga like that man Me & my nigga we roll together like Batman & Robin we prayed together through hard times and swung hard when it was fitting But now we tappin' the brakes from all them corners that we be bending in Volkswagens & Bonnevilles Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes If you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain steering wheel for real you can go on chill out & still build let your paper stack instead of going into overkill pay ya fuckin beeper bill bitch Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini Twice upon a time there was a boy who died twice and lived happily ever after but that's another chapter live from home of the brave with dirty dollars beauty parlors & baby bottles & bowling ball Impalas street scholars that's majoring in culinary arts You know how to work bread cheese & dough from scratch but see the catch is you can get caught Know what ya sellin' what ya bought so cut that big talk Let's walk to the bridge now meet me halfway now you may see some children dead off in the pathway it's them poor babies walkin' slowly to the candy lady It's lookin' bad need some hope like the words maybe if or probably more than a hobby when my turntables get wobbly they don't fall I'm sorry y'all I often drift I'm talkin' gift so when it comes you never look the horse inside it's gril of course you know I feel like the bearer of bad news Don't want to be it but it's needed so what have you Now question is every nigga with dreads for the cause Is every nigga with golds for the fall Naw So don't get caught in appearance it's Outkast Aquemini another Black experience Okay Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini The name is Big Boi Daddy Fat Sax the nigga that like them Cadillacs I stay down with these streets 'cause these streets is where my folks at Better know that some say we problack boy we professional we missed a lot of church so the music is our confessional Get off the testicles & the nut sacks you bust a rhyme we bust back Get get back for real niggas that's out here tryin' to spit facts You hear dat can't come near dat maybe you need to quit because Aquemini is Aquarius & Gemini runnin' shit like this My mind warps and bends floats the wind count to ten meet the twin Andre Ben welcome to the lion's den original skin many men comprehend I extend myself so you go out & tell a friend Sin all depends on what you believing in Faith is what you make it that's the hardest shit since MC Ren Alien can blend right on in wit' yo' kin look again 'cause I swear I spot one every now & then It's happenin' again wish I could tell you when Andre this is Andre y'all just gon' have to make amends Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said get on the bus go get your work and keep your beeper chirpin' is a must Is you on that dust or cornstarch familiar with that smack man The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack man Pac man how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that man Ridin' round Old National on 18's without no gat man I'm strapped man & ready to bust on any nigga like that man Me & my nigga we roll together like Batman & Robin we prayed together through hard times and swung hard when it was fitting But now we tappin' the brakes from all them corners that we be bending in Volkswagens & Bonnevilles Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes If you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain steering wheel for real you can go on chill out & still build let your paper stack instead of going into overkill pay ya fuckin beeper bill bitch Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini Twice upon a time there was a boy who died twice and lived happily ever after but that's another chapter live from home of the brave with dirty dollars beauty parlors & baby bottles & bowling ball Impalas street scholars that's majoring in culinary arts You know how to work bread cheese & dough from scratch but see the catch is you can get caught Know what ya sellin' what ya bought so cut that big talk Let's walk to the bridge now meet me halfway now you may see some children dead off in the pathway it's them poor babies walkin' slowly to the candy lady It's lookin' bad need some hope like the words maybe if or probably more than a hobby when my turntables get wobbly they don't fall I'm sorry y'all I often drift I'm talkin' gift so when it comes you never look the horse inside it's gril of course you know I feel like the bearer of bad news Don't want to be it but it's needed so what have you Now question is every nigga with dreads for the cause Is every nigga with golds for the fall Naw So don't get caught in appearance it's Outkast Aquemini another Black experience Okay Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini The name is Big Boi Daddy Fat Sax the nigga that like them Cadillacs I stay down with these streets 'cause these streets is where my folks at Better know that some say we problack boy we professional we missed a lot of church so the music is our confessional Get off the testicles & the nut sacks you bust a rhyme we bust back Get get back for real niggas that's out here tryin' to spit facts You hear dat can't come near dat maybe you need to quit because Aquemini is Aquarius & Gemini runnin' shit like this My mind warps and bends floats the wind count to ten meet the twin Andre Ben welcome to the lion's den original skin many men comprehend I extend myself so you go out & tell a friend Sin all depends on what you believing in Faith is what you make it that's the hardest shit since MC Ren Alien can blend right on in wit' yo' kin look again 'cause I swear I spot one every now & then It's happenin' again wish I could tell you when Andre this is Andre y'all just gon' have to make amends Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his game
Comin up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint changed Cooler than most players claim to be A nigga that's from the A-Town see The home of the Bankhead Bounce, Campbellton Road and other city streets Enough of the verality, fallacy, butter we speak not fiction Speakin of pullin yo' girl lookin at Jheri curls you bitches Everytime I ryhme for y'all, I'm lookin to prove a point kickin a freestyle every now and then but mostly off the joint See I smoke good cuz see it go good wit them flows, why the nigga the B-I-G like Tony Rich nobody knows why but me and my folks, cuz yall niggas jokes like the joker I'm sick of these wack ass rappers like I'm tired of hoes in chokers Who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs askin where we come from...South Post Lodge *Its Just Two Dope Boyz In A Cadillac (x2) This ol sucka MC stepped up to me Challenged Andre to a battle and I stood there patiently As he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called freestylin Whole purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you whylin I say look boi, I ain't for that fuck shit; so fuck this Let me explain on this child style so you don't miss I grew up to myself not round no park bench just a nigga bustin flows off in apartments Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs askin where we come from...South Post slums *Repeat It goes chromes to the Fleetwoods, Coups to the Villes Hittin Girbauds and off these flows we havin the playa chill In this atmosphere this ain't no practice here we cuttin the fool now I'm doin ya at the house and throwin you out because I'm through now Don't you love the way we clamin Bankhead, stankhead Lookin around the SWATS for the herb that's never tainted Fainted when you heard the bourbon servin on the block And all you bitin indivuals need to check yourselfs and stop Yeah tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes that get evicted I'm dealin wit Queens in my castle aint worth to risk it Now tricks be lookin at me like I'm they way up out the pro-jects Can't put you on my payroll, and no I ain't got no Rolex or no diamond at the exit with a sign sayin "We'll rap for food" My face is bawled up cuz I ain't in a happy mood While my partner got the squeegee and the windex Cuz somewhere in my life I done went wrong jus like a syntax Error, bring the terror to your dome like P.E. Prone to finish this out cuz this be a free-style Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion this side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin but in the middle we stay calm we just drop...... |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
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 Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival 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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from Bad Company [ost] (2002)
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1 2 3 Yeah Inslumnational Underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground Wooh Like a million elephants or silver back Orangutangs you can't stop the train Who wants some Don't come unprepared I'll be there but when I leave there Better be a household name The weatherman tellin us it ain't gon rain So now we sittin in a droptop soaking wet In a silk suit trying not to sweat Hittin'somersaults with out the net But this'll be the year that we wont forget 1 9 9 9 Anno Domini anything goes Be what you want to be long as you know consequences are given for living the fence is too high to jump in jail Too low to dig I might just touch hell HOT Get a life now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail a scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and a baby mamma Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers Stack of questions with no answers Cure for cancer cure for AIDS Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days Get back home thangs are wrong Well not really it was bad all along Before your left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour Hello ghetto let your brain breathe Believe there's always mo Owwww Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad Uno dos tres it's on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone Like that there boy and we still stay street Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team crack fiend dying to geek OutKast bumpin up and down the street Slant back Cadillac about five niggaz deep Seventy five MC's freestyling to the beat Cause we get crunk stay drunk at the club Should've bought an ounce but you copped a dub Should've held back but you threw the punch Supposed to meet your girl but you packed a lunch No D to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl four years Jordan Never turned my back on my kids for them Should've hit it quit it rag top Before you RE up get a laptop Make a buisiness for yourself boy set some goals Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals Record number four but we on the road Hold up slow up stop control Like Janet Planet Stankonia's on ya Moving like Floyd comin straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the corridors Pullin off my belt cause a whippings in order I'd like a three piece fish before I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell then I hit the border Piti pat rappers trying to get the five I'm a microphone fiend tryin to stay alive When you come to A Town boy you better not hide Cause the Dungeon Family gon ride HA Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival |
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from Who's The Man In The Master Plan [Clean Version] (2002)
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1 2 3 Yeah Inslumnational Underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground Wooh Like a million elephants or silver back Orangutangs you can't stop the train Who wants some Don't come unprepared I'll be there but when I leave there Better be a household name The weatherman tellin us it ain't gon rain So now we sittin in a droptop soaking wet In a silk suit trying not to sweat Hittin'somersaults with out the net But this'll be the year that we wont forget 1 9 9 9 Anno Domini anything goes Be what you want to be long as you know consequences are given for living the fence is too high to jump in jail Too low to dig I might just touch hell HOT Get a life now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail a scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and a baby mamma Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers Stack of questions with no answers Cure for cancer cure for AIDS Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days Get back home thangs are wrong Well not really it was bad all along Before your left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour Hello ghetto let your brain breathe Believe there's always mo Owwww Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad Uno dos tres it's on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone Like that there boy and we still stay street Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team crack fiend dying to geek OutKast bumpin up and down the street Slant back Cadillac about five niggaz deep Seventy five MC's freestyling to the beat Cause we get crunk stay drunk at the club Should've bought an ounce but you copped a dub Should've held back but you threw the punch Supposed to meet your girl but you packed a lunch No D to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl four years Jordan Never turned my back on my kids for them Should've hit it quit it rag top Before you RE up get a laptop Make a buisiness for yourself boy set some goals Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals Record number four but we on the road Hold up slow up stop control Like Janet Planet Stankonia's on ya Moving like Floyd comin straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the corridors Pullin off my belt cause a whippings in order I'd like a three piece fish before I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell then I hit the border Piti pat rappers trying to get the five I'm a microphone fiend tryin to stay alive When you come to A Town boy you better not hide Cause the Dungeon Family gon ride HA Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
I came into this world high as a bird
From second hand cocain powder i know it sounds absurd I never tooted but its in my veins While the rest of the country bungies off bridges Without no snap back and bitches they say they need that To shake they fannies in the ass clubs they go the other route turn each other out burn each other out where a bonified nigga like me can't even get no back rub these days ain't that bleak on they part but let me hold it down cause they shut you down when you speak from your heart now that's hard while we rantin and ravin bout gats nigga they made them gats they got some shit that'll blow out our backs from where they stay at Chorus: Ooooh, I fear the battle's just begun Ooooh, though we're here someday we will be gone so i'm hopin, wishin, prayin to keep my faith in you, in you (yo, yo, yo in background) I'm fascinated by the way yo nipples peak at me through yo blouse freaky me, freaky you can't help but be aroused 'scuse me lord less for thinkin but that's the way we was brought up sneakin to watch playboy at night we all must be caught up in worldly ways Chemistry between boys and girls is alot like when we went to the woods and laid with the squirrels durin P.E., we'd be exploring each others privates hunchin with all our clothes on until we felt excited then, aaaah oh now its on from here on out put yo hands in the atmosphere if you know what i'm talkin bout now if two hearts done walk on out and i see you on the next song they call it horny Because its devilish now see we dead wrong Chorus People don't know the stress i'm dealing with day to day Speakin about the feeling i'm possessing for Rene Mopin around and wondering where she stay saw her last that she lay give it another day i say but the lord he taketh away now give it back lawd cause that's like backboards without the rims me and my auntie was tight like southwest before the pinks moved in like the niggas that owned the ligour store crack cocaine, pimps and whores livin up on this earth before a nigga like daddy was born but they makin a scene that my music and crime are a team but i'm speakin the truth not dreams so what in the fuck they mean my lyrics ain't clean Chorus |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[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] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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] |
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from Outkast - Idlewild (2005)
Can I dance?
Ah shit Big Boi, Big Boi What if everything you ever knew or know was lost? The amnesia tends to freeze you when gathering your thoughts You pause, for the cause, how to recall and remember But the train is in reverse and the caboose is in the center ?Cause your mind ain't free, constricted by the motherfuckin' boundaries An ounce of E or a pound of dro, couldn't place you on the planet web I'm transmitting life from bro, brah, brah, brother, broham Cadillac on 4's, strike a pose and the door slam Wham nigga wham! Don't they say that in they show Dad? Fo' sho' man, you actin' like a tadpole out of gonads You know OutKast the truth, hit the boot, we makin' mo' jams Spreadin' strawberry preserves on your nervous programs Fuck the learning curve! We took a ramp to no-man's land Hello? Is anybody home? Is anybody givin' dome? Serve me up, I want some Buggface, Toe Jam Frown your face up 'cause we don't give a jam Jam to the jam from jelly to the jam Imagine we not jammin', shove it up your monkey jam Buggface, Toe Jam Frown your face up 'cause we don't give a jam Jam to the jam from jelly to the jam Imagine we not jammin', shove it up your monkey jam When I'm left alone I get to thinkin' to myself The mind's a terrible thing to waste so use ?til none's left Like everything is alright, clearly tight to death I can see clearly now analyzin' every step Clearly you can feel me 'cause it's beatin' through your chest And you can see me clearly through the window paint, drip but wet But no tint, not just yet, clearly I'm a vet and not no veterinarian But clearly pit-bulls are the best Like the O-you-T-K-A-S, clearly nigga you know the rest And if you actin' like you don't then clearly nigga you tryin' to test Crystal clearly I confess and I suggest you clear the runway 'Cause the ticket is a one way, clearly back we won't be coming Buggface, Toe Jam Frown your face up 'cause we don't give a jam Jam to the jam from jelly to the jam Imagine we not jammin', shove it up your monkey jam Buggface, Toe Jam Frown your face up 'cause we don't give a jam Jam to the jam from jelly to the jam Imagine we not jammin', shove it up your monkey jam I want to dance, can I dance? Can I dance? Can I dance? |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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 |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
[Dre]
I'll be coming around the ghetto when I come kicking one for the treble Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever I'm picking up and throwing 'em down like dishes Call me Kenny Anderson cause I slam those Southern bitches I ain't bragging, folks dragging me up and down the road To be fucked up when I gets into my clowning mode Then go to clown up on they ass like Bozo Oh no, then dance on top of they asses like I was Jo Jo Dancer Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer Come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer But the question 'Should we take that bullshit from them people?' I'm making 300 on my SAT and I am equal Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous I've had it up to forehead of niggas trying to serve us To graduate is really becoming a very stressful journey I feel like a steering wheel, for them is trying to turn me Into a hate monger, and I'm wishing and I wonder Damn, will I graduate before I hit the summer I think not, Officer Friendly trying to dig up in me He said I'm half assed and got no future And so he sent me up the creek and shit Stroking like hell without no paddle But niggas is getting smart, we back on the saddle No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some years It's the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it is [Chorus: Cee-Lo] I hear voices in my head and they keep callin me [Repeat: x4] [T-Mo] As I step, the stage is empty No words as I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect Don't call me T, it's a T thing with a G swing Let my nuts hang down to the flo' main Smoking that dang dang, making mics swang In my 2-8-0 Z, nobody can see me Cruising down the block, just like I was a squirrel In a world full of nuts, damn I'd probably be mad even if I called him Uncle Sam So bring dough to the Goodie Mo-B T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie rather be Don't flex on next, I break necks too Rollin with Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94 Ha-ha-ha Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? [Chorus] [Big Boi] Yeah, I'm steady bucking motherfuckers Not ducking 'em like the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah niggas Squeezin rhymes like that noose around your neck You can't hang with this, see ain't no thangs to this I show no pity so take off because I'm dangerous I breaks 'em off like I was Beat Street, see I be breaking Speaking of breaking, break on how to get your life taken, boy Fucking around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split Simply means I'm bringing the funk with the hollow tips Player shit is how I'm kicking it Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackass So fuck it or flip it, I'll still be a player Puffy afro with nigga naps off in my hair Shit, that's quickly how I run my shit and that's how it be That nigga B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, ye See I'm a player, got my struggle on Thinking about the volume and thickness of my bankroll You see that cash is in my shit like colon cancer Even though I never smoke that shit like...yeah I give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the projects So don't flex or get served with a pop neck shit OG, original gangsta, not quite But maybe when I'm locked up, lifting weights, getting swole right Life's a bitch with a G-string cause off in your ass with it hey So you can see who can really hang But y'all don't wanna do nothing, y'all can go to hell Ain't no players in office cause I'm locked off in a cell So can you feel me, nigga [Chorus] [Khujo] Khujo, coming in dope, bring it I got more problems than the average Joe So don't come 'round me with your flim flam, hot damn It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird K's madness into capping Throwing to do more load, so my fire looking through the want ads And only red hot, desire in your pot with something wicked But you can't feel it, sticking out your monkey ass I could let shit rot in the past, now it's time to blast they ass Mr. Knighton take off your hat Can't even my wear my locs in Demon eye scoping, oh my, peripheral vision got it Made you go on your hoe's bar Decisions, decisions to make, oops, here comes the Goodie Mo crew And they just might want to battle you Out with the quickness The price of living is beginning to be a risky business Unkay, Parkay. How do you like the taste of hot butter melting through your biscuits? This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain, Don't cut niggas I hang with before there were apartments In Chapel Forest, it's getting horrid The hunting child is on the prowl, yeah! I let out a call to the wild I let out a call to the wild |
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from Outkast - Idlewild (2005)
[Big Boi]
Zora and Rooster under peachtree They K-I-SS-I-N-G Wow first came he love Now then comes the marriage 1-1-1 baby 2 baby 3 baby carriage baby [Janelle Monae] Welcome to my world oceans vs mountains (welcome to her world oceans versus mountains) Call me the poor girl cause I love to fight them (call her the poor girl cause she loves to fight them) I'm quite sweet If you take the time to get to know me Deep down my heart riles around Like a bone lost deep inside See I'd like to fall in love but Not that type of guy Oohwee you got my clouds on fire We're tight rope walking and the world's the wire Remember kissin on Broadway you die I was bein your baby and tickin your tock and yo clock See we done jumped the broom and now you know I'm good And I was dreamin bout children Emily and Oh darling baby with the daddy's eyes And it meant so much to me (it meant so much to me) And I needed your good love Baby how could you just go and Change it all you turned my spring to fall I needed you you know But when the love is gone it's time to go [Chrous - Janelle Monae] If you don't think I mean it Then you'll feel it when I'm gone I said I'm done enough of your love I said I'm done enough of your love I'm up til 3 o'clock in the morning While you party up til the dawning I said I'm done enough of your love I said I'm done enough of your love Darlin' ain't no feelin left it's just the killin Oh... just grab my gun and lets go out Just grab my gun and let's go out It ain't no room for love it's just this burnin Got me reelin Call the law and hold the applause Call the law and hold the applause [Big Boi] Oh baby its mo baby its workin on the 6 We was only in our teens I dreamed for simplistic Jumped the broom but it seems I tripped I must have slipped After exchanging of the rings these things you give me lip But not the kissing of the bride the dipping of the groom The shit that make a nigga up and leave up out a room More like "boohoo" then "boo" "fuck who" and "fuck you too" (Fuckin bitch) Kids cover them ears It appears that ya mama want drama we need a comma Or some space between words for better or for worse This is not what I deserve the worse that I can take Actually I want the cake and eat it too and plus yo plate But wait now.. Don't you get the house kids cars Everything we built together was ours now it's all yours Thats hard... It's all yours... Good God! [Chrous - Janelle Monae] If you don't think I mean it Then you'll feel it when I'm gone I said I'm done enough of your love I said I'm done enough of your love I'm up til 3 o'clock in the morning While you party up til the dawning I said I'm done enough of your love I said I'm done enough of your love Darlin' ain't no feelin left it's just the killin Oh... just grab my gun and lets go out Just grab my gun and let's go out It ain't no room for love it's just this burnin Got me reelin Call the law and hold the applause Call the law and hold the applause [Janelle Monae & (Big Boi)] You comin home (Zora) But the birds are gone (Zora is that a pistol?) With they sad songs (What you fin' to do wit that?) They showin off (C'mon baby put the gun down) But they might be wrong (Shittin me!) I really wish you could change baby (well if my best ain't good enough I don't know what to tell ya) Reclaim your throne (I'm the king of this castle) Down here in the darkness (c'mon baby hold up!) [Chrous - Janelle Monae] If you don't think I mean it Then you'll feel it when I'm gone I said I'm done enough of your love I said I'm done enough of your love I'm up til 3 o'clock in the morning While you party up til the dawning I said I'm done enough of your love I said I'm done enough of your love Darlin' ain't no feelin left it's just the killin Oh... just grab my gun and lets go out Just grab my gun and let's go out It ain't no room for love it's just this burnin Got me reelin Call the law and hold the applause Call the law and hold the applause |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
Yo, this is my story, this is my song
And to them rudypoots don't attempt to try this at home It's just a poem until y'all learn right from wrong Know when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome But it's back on, another stormy night in Atlanta, Georgia Overcast, but on behalf of Outkast, I cordially Invite you to an emotion filled theater Bring your umbrella cause young fella it gets no weirder [Chorus] We reign, reign supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n'roll indubitably, piper pied Now hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride You are now about entering the fifth dimension of ascension Our only intention is to take you high High, yeah, yeah my lord [Big Boi] To make one bob they head would be the track job Tour job's to spit that fire Some of y'all MC's take this rhyming for granted I won't comply With that slacking, popping and cracking 4th ward way we snapping They won't that hardness that oddness that gets a nigga to start this What's happening, see if do what yo won't do today boy Will I live tomorrow like you can't even live cause you strayed Motivational skills lacking, when I see you nigga packing Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car do' But you still stay with mom though playing the King like Don doe You chocked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be locked up Makin them thick Hip Hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain't scared And if I see you in the streets I'd dap you down like you was Greg [Chorus] |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
Yo, this is my story, this is my song
And to them rudypoots don't attempt to try this at home It's just a poem until y'all learn right from wrong Know when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome But it's back on, another stormy night in Atlanta, Georgia Overcast, but on behalf of Outkast, I cordially Invite you to an emotion filled theater Bring your umbrella cause young fella it gets no weirder [Chorus] We reign, reign supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n'roll indubitably, piper pied Now hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride You are now about entering the fifth dimension of ascension Our only intention is to take you high High, yeah, yeah my lord [Big Boi] To make one bob they head would be the track job Tour job's to spit that fire Some of y'all MC's take this rhyming for granted I won't comply With that slacking, popping and cracking 4th ward way we snapping They won't that hardness that oddness that gets a nigga to start this What's happening, see if do what yo won't do today boy Will I live tomorrow like you can't even live cause you strayed Motivational skills lacking, when I see you nigga packing Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car do' But you still stay with mom though playing the King like Don doe You chocked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be locked up Makin them thick Hip Hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain't scared And if I see you in the streets I'd dap you down like you was Greg [Chorus] |
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from Outkast - Idlewild (2005)
Chronomentrophobia
the fear of clocks The fear of time How's the cost of living I take what I have been givin' Has to say be strooong I aint' got tiiiime Leave me aloone Aint' got much time left I've got to funk you now Chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia Lord please have mercy on my soul I have the impression that my life goin' to be a bowl with cherries but it's going to be very hard for me to cope tired of being broke this ATLian aint' got no time to sit and mope made up my mind while yall made up yo beds on a cold wooden floor is where I lie my head born in 1975 Never thought I would make it this far I'm still battilin' this racial war tryin' to find solutions of the situation I face the only thing that is free is my flow that yall be chasin' lettin' my niggas know before I go I drop that knowledge like dropping books lets stop the crooks from robbing you from your reins and such using wellfare as a cruch im in it for good you into my hood you wont be findin' much hope that when im gone yall remember this what we stood for fuck that fame make that glits it's begening to look a lot like the ending got to be more careful know what corners you be benden revalations is getting impatient now i'm dead remember what I said i'm gone bow yo heads |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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) |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
[Big Boi]
Well it is I, the pimp playing nigga that you heard about Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses I got the hookers on the go and player rhymes that I fuck with I buy amps that pops my trunk swift I've been a player since the age of two That's when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk Do how them hoe sellers do See born and raised as a pimp, that's what I claim to be Always claiming true to what I do and then fuck what I see I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up And make my money 'cause my daddy never showed up But fuck it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone And nothing wrong, you don't belong, you left me standing alone Yeah, I'm the nigga with the feather in my hat Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that But you ain't know I'm the one dipping and dodging bullets The price you pay when you behind it steady trying to pull it So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore They were my idols when I was a kid From nappy head, greasy face, eating watermelon To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon [Chorus: x2] I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be So all the real niggas step up like the players that's in back of me [Dre] All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watching over me Growin up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow to be A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like coming harder Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten This ain't no secret garden, so you fly when niggas flee If it is one of my own, I'm letting the trigger be 'cause I got love for any nigga who got love for me And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slanging quarter keys Just trying to make it, then of age, come through, take it I ain't forgot about y'all women who be working niggas butt naked At Magic City, shaking titties just to pay the rent Lord, trying to hustle must be something that was heaven sent But I ain't got no sense, that's what I got them thinking I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin' 'cause I be taking the rough side of the mountain If you cross my path, I'll leave you draining like a fountain Yes it's been like that since way back, in 1975 Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive So little botty bwoy better say your prayers You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya [Chorus: x4] |
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from Dungeon Family - Even In Darkness (2001)
Make ya,and shake yo shit (woo lord)
I am puttin' poetry into motion my addiction is overdosing from a natural high Supplyin' the soul with that unmistakable mystical magical feelin' that your money can't buy Becomin' a slave to the rhythm there's no way that you could stop me now I'd like to see you try Because I'm already long gone don't be scared for me baby just blow me a kiss good bye I can't believe you'd rather stay behind then go beyond talk to me baby tell me why Society won't set ya free now follow me programmin' your fear to fly Best believe I'm a breathe and break ground before I die I know it's live and let live but my love won't let me lie Make me want to do the And we don't speak proper English when we walk we strut our stuff We act like life is gravy even though it's oh so rough My doctor diagnosed me and he said now here's the deal You're coming down with a bad case of The crooked booty (come on, everybody) The crooked booty (i can't hear why'all) Now everybody do the crooked booty, Come on, I say the crooked booty (come on) Come on everybody I say the crooked booty Yeah, the crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty Yeah, come on, the crooked booty Oh doctor doctor help me please I got this problem come over me And I just can't shake it (i just can't seem To shake this thing off up me, now help me) At first I was just fine Didn't really play it no mind Until it hit another time (another time) Cause my chest popped out (my chest popped out) And my back went in (i said my back went in) Started movin' my body Like I had a nervous itch (ooow) So the doctor gave me (say what?) This remedy (what'd he say?) He said, "pop it to boy" And feel the beat It's the brand new craze And it's comin' your way It was started in the slums By the dungeon family It's not very hard it's kinda easy to do All you got to be is poor and broke and have no loot It's called the crooked booty when it's only a test It's like tryin' to stop the IRS from takin' your checks It's like tryin' to soak your cheese and took all the rap It's like tryin' to stop a nigga from crackin' your back on this track It's like tryin' to tell your daughter you can't chase the cake It's like tryin' to stop a boss jack from swangin' his set You just go like that (it don't matter) You can be four hundred pounds or be as tall as shaq (come on) Pimp get out your llac And do the crooked booty And do the crooked booty Do the crooked booty do the crooked booty Do the crooked booty (aaaaaaaaaaah) Now everybody do the crooked booty (everybody, come on) The crooked booty (i can't hear why'all) Now everybody do the crooked booty (a little louder) Come on, I say the crooked booty (people in the back) Come on everybody I say the crooked booty (people on the side) Yeah, the crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty (yeah, why'all got it) Yeah, come on, the crooked booty (a little louder why'all) I ain't got no paper I can't wipe my ass But give me one lil' dollar I'll show you how to make it last I ain't got no paper I can't wipe my ass But give me one lil' dollar I'll show you how to make it last (I'll show you how to) And we don't speak proper English when we walk we strut our stuff We act like life is gravy even though it's oh so rough My doctor diagnosed me and he said now here's the deal You're coming down with a bad case of the The crooked booty The crooked booty (a little louder now) Now everybody do the crooked booty (do it like you can't do it no more) Come on, I say the crooked booty Come on, I say the crooked booty Yeah, everybody do the crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty The crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty (yeah, everybody) The crooked booty (come on) Now everybody do the crooked booty (I can't hear why'all) I say the crooked booty Now everybody say the crooked booty The crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty The crooked booty (yeah, why'all got it) |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
[Chorus: x2]
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P. I'll take ya D.E.E.P. You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep Deeper than the page of a book let me look You let me hit the stage that's when I got my folks hooked like [Dre] Deeper than deep dish hammers and vogues Deeper fish in the ocean I got my gun I'll stamp out like Coast Guards You boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like herb, word (hey man) You heard it here first with your master plan in reverse I ain't the one with the curse, so disperse, yes, catching blades Niggas catching AIDS, niggas getting sprayed, niggason they way To a dead end, you won't catch me spreading no white thighs I only see Afro bitches up in my eyes I don't eat no beef and surely not no pork I used to drink that 8, but now I shove it down your throat Quote, 'If they kill they own folks, what you think they gonna do to you?' I'm Outkasted and claiming true Aiming two at your motherfucking spine No, I make that three cause I don't wanna hear you whine Swine, got my folks blind, like Stevie Me be, wondering when I'm gonna see the end Andre 'gain slamming backs like King acts Over Organized tracks full of facts So you know that it's D.E.E.P. [Chorus: x2] [Big Boi] Well, you want me to get D.E.E.P., well then, I will What? What will happen if you shoot that nigga and don't kill He will come back and return like Lalah Hathaway Aiming for your skull, yeah I'm flexing on you that a way So if you pulling a tool, nigga you better use it Cause if you're threatening my life, better believe I'll be a fool with it I don't take no shit from nobody, I got's the Goodie Mo crew right beside of me Damn, no pain, no gain, some I'ma hurt you Breaking knees and elbows like I used to break my curfew My mama used to tell me if a nigga ever hit me Just to pick up the closest thing and knock the living shit out of he So if you run up, you get done up, I'ma end it Throw the gun up out the window, see the corner that I bent it It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P. Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like [Chorus: x2] [Dre] No, I ain't never been pimped by the system That's because I ain't no slave Don't be trying to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave Bloody old chap and in this head of mine is full of naps And the only thing I know is how to fuck and how to rap Y'all think I'm stupid cause I shoots 'em up like cupid And if you gave me a basketball, I'll show you how to shoot it My head's polluted cause I'm truly bobbin to the bottom If a pair of Jordan's came out, y'all figure that I got 'em But no I don't because I don't be having fun The gold that I am wearing is really made out of bronze It weighs a ton and making my neck turn green And I got a criminal record that will never come clean Oh, and it seems that I make babies like a rabbit And then never taking care of them has just become a habit I grab my tablet and get busy with the pen Y'all could not be just like me if y'all was my twin So you get mad and try to make me inferior You pissing me off, I'm in that ass like interior Oh, step in my Cadillac, let's ride through the hood Eh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real good And take a look at all the pimps and all the pushers and the players That's living on a whim, thin ice and a prayer Oh and mayor, can I get a little backup Please don't let them pussy motherfuckers put that flag up But let me shut up cause they say we need dough Whenever the fuck out record comes out in 1994 Yeah, yes sir, it's like that Gonna take y'all deep, so go back [Chorus: x2] [Big Boi] I'm getting D.E.E.P. like a prostitute's vagina And pimping way mo' hoes than there's peoples out in China I roll that black Lac with the crust velvet interior Niggas try to bite their shit, but their shit is inferior We rolling thick like the Pillsbury Dough boy And I don't give a damn, motherfucker cause you know why The Caucus Mountains and the mutant gene You try to wipe a nigga like me slam up off the scene You hear me bastard, work a little bit faster Because of the shit that I done been through, I shall never call you master You D-E-V-I-L, the cave is where you dwell So stay up out the rain, it's beginning to smell like dog, yeah I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes You'd probably shit your tightest draws cause I got a solid fuse So what do you really wanna do when I get militant Thought I was a pimp, flip the script if you can' get with this They call me Big Boi, I be capping with a big gun Run up on it if you want it, then you bite the big one, yeah Uh huh, can you deal with it, D-E-V-I-L [Chorus: x2] |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
<i>[Andre Benjamin]</i>
Yea yea yea yeah yah yo Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate, to residue Silly mortals haven't a clue as to what the fuck is goin on I'm on the telephone, dialin the Dungeon "Hello?" This Dre, bring the MP and the SP Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully Baby grab the baby cause baby it ain't much time Mamma Earth is tossin and turnin and that's our sign Omega Nigga IFO's are landin in Decatur Hope I'm not over your head but if so you will catch on later Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo' Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so' from niggaz constantly fuckin her never lovin her never showin appreciation bustin nuts in her face when they done <i>[Big Boi]</i> The sky is fallin nobody ballin they done gave back they guns for some tickets to the playoffs but the Hornets they won Nigga we SLUM, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family I drove the biggest thing at the house cause I knew they'd try to ram me, but I'm stabbing Makin a path on expressways, the best way I know how Up in the sky, East-West, no clouds Him comin now, fuck that money now, I ask my honey how she feeling and is Jordan okay, yeah yeah she's chillin We should be in the Dungeon shortly Ain't nobody on they porch see Approachin the final exit I'm thinkin I see four horsies but I don't though Nigga you WON'T know, until it's on ya I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California All the weed smell like ammonia but at the Dungeon I know they smokin Writin the raps and doin the beats to make this last recording Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distor-TION <i>[echoes]</i> <i>[sung in a low voice over and over]</i> All's well, nothing's well |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
<i>[Andre Benjamin]</i>
Yea yea yea yeah yah yo Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate, to residue Silly mortals haven't a clue as to what the fuck is goin on I'm on the telephone, dialin the Dungeon "Hello?" This Dre, bring the MP and the SP Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully Baby grab the baby cause baby it ain't much time Mamma Earth is tossin and turnin and that's our sign Omega Nigga IFO's are landin in Decatur Hope I'm not over your head but if so you will catch on later Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo' Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so' from niggaz constantly fuckin her never lovin her never showin appreciation bustin nuts in her face when they done <i>[Big Boi]</i> The sky is fallin nobody ballin they done gave back they guns for some tickets to the playoffs but the Hornets they won Nigga we SLUM, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family I drove the biggest thing at the house cause I knew they'd try to ram me, but I'm stabbing Makin a path on expressways, the best way I know how Up in the sky, East-West, no clouds Him comin now, fuck that money now, I ask my honey how she feeling and is Jordan okay, yeah yeah she's chillin We should be in the Dungeon shortly Ain't nobody on they porch see Approachin the final exit I'm thinkin I see four horsies but I don't though Nigga you WON'T know, until it's on ya I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California All the weed smell like ammonia but at the Dungeon I know they smokin Writin the raps and doin the beats to make this last recording Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distor-TION <i>[echoes]</i> <i>[sung in a low voice over and over]</i> All's well, nothing's well |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Verse One: Cool Breeze
I call da crib they say "Breeze you ain't know?" I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!" I said "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus I'm bout to dump this nigga's shit in New Dimensions Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up And tell em da money man done slipped and got his throat cut And everything that we took from the warehouse I heard somebody talkin 'bout it at the White House Man I thought you said that this job was for me and you I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too You tell his folks that I'm sorry bout that Lexus I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister up in... naaah! Can't even tell you where I put my extra playa card Cause them Red Dog police know we homeboys Just tell everybody who us a dime It's the Great Hoe Round Up Yo' Money time I got to HAVE MINE, then I'm OUTTA HERE Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Grier Ain't got to worry bout yo' potnah gettin caught like a lame It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang" (It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang! East Pointe police don't know a damn thang...) Verse Two: Big Boi Yeah, it won't be over Check this out Can you see what I be hearin talkin to spirits when I sleep Peep this out real quick Slick, we gets on this beat and speak about that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit Lookin up in your face I see a coward and a dimwit Lookin to run up in my private home just like you was the folks Servin a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote? On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slippin Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicion Penny pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-six Buyin another Fleetwood, Diamond took it, so know we's in the mix I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off Cause them niggaz at the corner sto' been lookin at me for too long Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones Don't be biased, but I know it has to come So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm babysittin Y'all don't know nothin bout Big Boi cause that nigga steady dippin It ain't over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth up and sang... Verse Three: Big Gipp Took me a long time to get here Long time man I'm talkin about, years, and years Riding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers If you don't educate yourself Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you posed to get paid? Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass ways Fuck a fade, let my hair drag Back and forth like a see-saw Jumpin Lily, to lilypad dad Lookin to get my Goodie feel I'm broke in like some old men Who'd stop dem or would stop I'm droppin lines for the big plot Sixteen is when I started to dream It's ninety-six I'm in your face Can you hear that bitch scream? (It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang...) |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
(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" |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
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 |
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from Outkast - Idlewild (2005)
[Andre 3000]
My suit is dark my clouds are gray And all things around me pass away Well what if I leave Yeah thats what I'll do I'll leave Cause 88 keys is all I got to lose That ain't much you can have those shoes I'm dyin to love dyin to play Dyin to get out of here I'm dyin to live (female singers) Percival (ohhh) Says goodbye (ohhh) An angel dies |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Big Boi:
Peep what I say Everyday--the sun sets just like clockwork Put the glock to work And puttin the body to standstlls Man it kills me Taking that life is like taking a shit Hit or miss--niggas are playing God Trying to rob and steal That's why ya gotta guard ya grill Like a barbecue--cause them harming you Are just like honeybees swarming you Vocally arming you was my responsibility It's killing me--thinking that all these niggas See they fly shit--thinking they steven segall an Balling--falling to the wayside when ya try to call I've fallen--when we was little nappy headed niggas in the projects But now they carjacks, wait on income tax and unsafe sex They get the tecs to flex--like solo for tha lo-lo Smoke same thing no-no--not this time Niggas around my way can rhyme So fuck that country shit--we done a bunch of shit And yes ya heard of this--out of this world like E.T. Coming across ya T.V. Extraterrestrial--straight from ATL. (Know what I'm saying--Like that--Yeah) Chorus: Out of this world Are you alien? (repeat 3x) Out of this world....... Andre: Right now I'm smiling Taking advantage of this moment Cause there might not be another soon Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker--But to you I may appear to be your average joe But little do you know that even joe got problems that he gots to joust with Floating in this game of life Despite how out of place you may feel In this race oh you just can't quit Ain't that a bitch--that being heat I'm on the beat like cops Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box Why?--Cause in a sense See we all be kind of fly Just can't be scared to spread your wings Head to better things Maybe the mockingbird and nightengale they want to sing--keeping this thing alive To the table's what we bring We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring Extraterrestrial (Out of this world--Things like that--Yo) Chorus |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Verse One: Andre
One for the money yes uhh two for the show A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of somethin good Where me and my nigga rodes the MARTA, through the hood Just tryin ta find that hookup Now everyday we look up at the ceiling Watchin ceiling fans go around tryin ta catch that feelin off instrumental, had my pencil, and plus my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur Writing rhymes tryin ta find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, known that we could rock Doin the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop Like freeze, we makin the crowd move but we not makin no G's And that's a nono Verse Two: Big Boi Yeah, uhh, check it Ahh one two, ahh one two doe, niggaz in the Cadillac they call us went from Player's Ball to ballers Puttin the South up on the map was like Little Rock to bangin Niggaz say motherfuck that playin, they payin We stay in layin vo-cals, locals done made it with them big boys up in dis industry, Outkast yea dem niggaz they makin big noise Over a million sold to this day, niggaz they take it lightly Ninety-six gon be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me ...around this bitch Chorus: repeat 2X Me and you, your momma and your cousin too Rollin down the strip on vogues Comin up slammin Cadillac doz (doors) Verse Three: Big Boi Back in the day when I was younger, hunger Lookin to fill me belly with that Rally's, bullshit, pull shit off like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick I was, stoned like white boys Smokin them white golds before them blunts got krunk, chunky asses passes gettin thrown like Hail Mary's and they lookin like Halle Berry So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin wine We's just chillin, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high Smokin freely, me Lil B, Greet, Mon and Shug And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood where I live at, them rats know, mama I want to sing but Mama I want to trick, and mama I'm suckin dick, now We movin on up in da world like elevators Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two Me and you like Tony Toni Tone Like this Eastpointe and we gone Chorus Verse Four: Andre Got stopped at the mall the other day Heard a call from the other way that I just came from, some nigga was sayin somethin talkin bout "Hey man, you remember me from school?" smoke some Naw not really but he kept smilin like a clown facial expression lookin silly And he kept askin me, what kind of car you drive, I know you paid I know y'all got buku of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made And I replied that I had been goin through tha same thing that he had True I got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me to the end of the week, I live by the beat like you live check to check If you don't move yo' foot then I don't eat, so we like neck to neck Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes from Virginia, this ain't gon stop so we just gonna continue Chorus |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Verse One: Andre
One for the money yes uhh two for the show A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of somethin good Where me and my nigga rodes the MARTA, through the hood Just tryin ta find that hookup Now everyday we look up at the ceiling Watchin ceiling fans go around tryin ta catch that feelin off instrumental, had my pencil, and plus my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur Writing rhymes tryin ta find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, known that we could rock Doin the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop Like freeze, we makin the crowd move but we not makin no G's And that's a nono Verse Two: Big Boi Yeah, uhh, check it Ahh one two, ahh one two doe, niggaz in the Cadillac they call us went from Player's Ball to ballers Puttin the South up on the map was like Little Rock to bangin Niggaz say motherfuck that playin, they payin We stay in layin vo-cals, locals done made it with them big boys up in dis industry, Outkast yea dem niggaz they makin big noise Over a million sold to this day, niggaz they take it lightly Ninety-six gon be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me ...around this bitch Chorus: repeat 2X Me and you, your momma and your cousin too Rollin down the strip on vogues Comin up slammin Cadillac doz (doors) Verse Three: Big Boi Back in the day when I was younger, hunger Lookin to fill me belly with that Rally's, bullshit, pull shit off like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick I was, stoned like white boys Smokin them white golds before them blunts got krunk, chunky asses passes gettin thrown like Hail Mary's and they lookin like Halle Berry So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin wine We's just chillin, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high Smokin freely, me Lil B, Greet, Mon and Shug And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood where I live at, them rats know, mama I want to sing but Mama I want to trick, and mama I'm suckin dick, now We movin on up in da world like elevators Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two Me and you like Tony Toni Tone Like this Eastpointe and we gone Chorus Verse Four: Andre Got stopped at the mall the other day Heard a call from the other way that I just came from, some nigga was sayin somethin talkin bout "Hey man, you remember me from school?" smoke some Naw not really but he kept smilin like a clown facial expression lookin silly And he kept askin me, what kind of car you drive, I know you paid I know y'all got buku of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made And I replied that I had been goin through tha same thing that he had True I got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me to the end of the week, I live by the beat like you live check to check If you don't move yo' foot then I don't eat, so we like neck to neck Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes from Virginia, this ain't gon stop so we just gonna continue Chorus |
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from Dungeon Family - Even In Darkness (2001)
[siren]
[talking] Save the Atlanta sound? Oh we don't represent Atlanta? We ain't put the A-Town on the map? Okay... Here we come! "In the even of an emergency You'd have 5 seconds to get to the Dungeon" Aww yeah we crunk, we crunk, we crunk... [Big Gipp] Gipp economy is strange in the meaning, lookin street Even (?) for no team, I swing dissipainted lines Stroke after them, apple martinis I live kosher, I'm the most-a like the art Took my moves from Billy Whiteshoes Fight back like Geronimo, crack comma Ustafa Who said, "Like the sky, like a hot fire" Dorcey put a hit up on that man, control red Some watchin liberation, abberation house down ya throat Tapdance on ya kidneys, come around that ass like measles The first and the second shots ain't nuttin but teasers Set your body afire like Watson Travel through yo' team like hydrotoxins Premium dutch, blood shift you closer to the edge Project push, A-T-L - you get yo' water out the faucet, We get our water out the well We win the war with Miami boys over these streets to eat Channel 5 got the story of the day Old church burnin, Emma got hung And the student caught with a gun, Wayne Williams interviews Remote controlled cars for teachers In Zone 1, Zone 2, Zone 3, Zone 4, Zone 5 Whattcha gon' do, who ya gon' call? The (?) gun show? Now nigga come on! [Hook] Awww yeah! We crunk now (We crunk, we crunk, we crunk) Awww yeah! We crunk now (We crunk, we crunk, we crunk) Awww yeah! We crunk now (We crunk, we crunk, we crunk) We crunk now, we crunk now! (We crunk, we crunk, we crunk) [Mello-Capone] Capone got that Southside pimp creep, College Park out the door Die-hard, booze chillin, nan nigga wanna start Niggaz round the A-Town, salty cuz they gameplan Breakin they neck tryna run, but Dungeon niggaz done been ran Y'all was out for grannin and pussy pursuin We slum deeper studio-type, breakin great entrepreneurs Alert, it's a all out emergency homes Hit up, slick Ricky Wade on my cellular phone Man my group done broke up, just starters claimin we rock It's my destiny to make it, I'm a fuckin survivor This might be one again, oh hailin in the blaze that we brought (?) then waited (?) but my stomach was growlin Dungeon Family [Hook x2] [BackBone] Yes y'all, all the time, it's goin down Whattchu say shawty? Look here you betta believe it Oooooh, call the po-lice *sirens* I will verbally murder one of these sucka emcees I talk that - know they act if they ain't understandin me How they gon' handle me, this Dungeon Family I spit this shit randomly (Brrroaw!) From point-blank range, blow out they brains Leave all thoughts dang-a-ling - shhhhhh, nobody say nothin Facin charges on account of the attempt and assault with a weapon Know what it is, you done seen this here befo' Come through ya front do' and letcha know fa sho' You hear them automatics spittin Leave ya whole coalition in critical condition When we speak, we recieve ovations from nations Why that 2nd Generation strapped in attack formation Shook up the world but it wattn't pretty I conversate strictly for the nitty-gritty We crunk now! [Hook x4] "I repeat - this is not a test... this is not a test..." This is not a test..." "In the event of an actual emergency, you'd have 5 seconds..." "I repeat - in the even of an actual emergency You'd have 5 seconds" [woman's computer voice] "We're settin the stage very possibly for World War III" |
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from Nothing To Lose (낫씽 투 루즈) by Robert Folk [ost] (1997)
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 |
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from Dungeon Family - Even In Darkness (2001)
(Big Rube)
Ask not what the Family can do for you Ask only what you can do for the Family (Big Gipp) This is my pledge This is my pledge to we, and all those that come after Let's talk about it, 'posed to assimilate insincupate Euphoric you raw superstations, appear with information Hesitation, metaphoric in a solid state of logic Focusin on, me and the Family, gawkin Parallel parkin was an artform Atilla the Hun, school that I wrote to write Spoke for some to speak, provided copperstone Stole to steal parone, cut the heart up out of Caesar I protect the Black Madonna shrine from seizures I survived the 80's child killings Excruciating pain like a root canal without a filling Forever we, pillars in this stature In this ASCAP rapture Wordplay that will snatch ya, mangle ya mind Signed upper bull pull, I relinquish To become forever more excaliber To become forever more excaliber (Big Rube) Caliber unknown - infinite in stature Indiscriminate fracture - sindicated rapture Indicated capture - sincupated nature Defeated we raise the wager No secret, I hate the majors But they major players - so I'm a gladiatin Not so glad we waitin - niggaz is graduatin Fuck what flag we wavin - kids is misbehavin Parents is worse than Satan - apparently church is pagan Sworn away my freedom, through words that sing my freedom Rebirth the world of the Earth in intent to spin my freedom Prepared to defend the next-us Didn't get in for no Lexus Didn't get on through connections or to get off my erection Fuck the soft and the wetness Luck is lost in election Bucket that caused the detection Sent to impossible rections Still to much to achieve - we build to much to believe Fear to much to recieve - appear before you achieve (Hook - 2X) We are the few We are the strong We are the proud holders of the ex-caliber! We are the few We are the strong We are the proud holders of the ex-caliber! (Cee-Lo) Guess I was (?) sworn Promise to make it show that, the legend of Dungeon live on Even knowledge I known and heights I flown I alone can't snatch the sword up out the stone The charged chasities here, have to cock outta fear Matter of fact, I (?) Lyric far, witness to suck the star May the force be with us, for we are! (Hook - 2X) (Khujo) Eyes'll have you so puffed up Until you eventually flow up and bust on their or buck to their (?) Drag the slayer, oh we ain't forgot about you playa You still don't weigh enough I gotcha beat off the rip From the jump, keep it still to relapse on that junk Pump fake, off ya feet -- Fall on this sword ya beat with eggs on ya face Amazing Grace, how sweet it is The shit we spit, thicker still Niggaz don't deserve to live It's gettin so goosy, where a girl can kill her baby the next day by takin a pill Breakin off beat, when they blow the horns They open up the rest of them seals Out wit yo' head, for not keepin the ears real Walkin through the valley of the drop Bone! Lookin for my damn drone! Where ya at? I see ya! I see ya! Come on let's get 'em dawg come on! (talking) If I got one my nigga you got one He got one - they got one Them motherfuckers gon' make them a damn gun (Hook - 2X) |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[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] |
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from Dungeon Family - Even In Darkness (2001)
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You don't use our music to get high Then use our music to get by [click] Break!! [Chorus] Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh Ohh, ba-doo-do-doo-doo-doo Follow the lights, they Lead to something... Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh Ohh, ba-doo-do-doo-doo-doo Follow the lights, they Lead to something... Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh Ohh, ba-doo-do-doo-doo-doo Follow the lights, they Lead to something... The time we're face-in, uhh Get off your feet 'cause time is wast-in, uh Must be strong in this situatio-in, well So raise your hand and let's start takin, let's start takin Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go [Big Boi] Even In Darkness Darker than the Lochness monster's dwelling It don't scare me, that's fairy telling But what about Hell and Heaven? Nothin is that ir-rel-ev-ent, you must find yourself, your intent Don't commit thyself, 'cause another nigga done did it In and outta style like leather African pennants Say that your with the spirit, follow the Ten Commandments Mad Mixmaster said, "Now can ya spin it?" Say NOW!! [Chorus] [Big Gipp] Gipp the epiphany I want to be remembered in infamy Composer and producer of the symphony I done had struggles in my life, so I know that it was meant for me You was sent for me Showed me light through the power of chi and your intent to see You teach for He, discretely Givin them a piece of me -- the peace was free, gone What I need, what I want, what I see Is two different things, two different... [Chorus] [Cee-Lo] It was so elequent-aly, I emerged from the sorta verse Origin purpose be partially profound of the very power that's in me When God said he so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son I thought he meant me Jesus is my older brother evidently, experiment in me Let the complexity collapse the pocket quickly Life is but a dream, ya row ya boat gently It's cool to have a Bentley, I want a Bentley Yet I ponder why, I smoke my presence prominently? If you want your mind blow, look we're all alone... Follow the light [Chorus to fade] |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
[Chorus]
Let me take you on a funky ride All around the world And, if you let me get inside your mind Feel your spirits fly [Society of Soul] Oh baby, would you like to take a little ride with me Unleash your sexual fantasies It would be so nice relax your body next to me As I sing this OutKast melody On this funky ride So just relax baby [Chorus] [Society of Soul] Now baby, now the smoke is in the air Martell and Coke has got me there And we wonder why you're high? Well baby, it's nothing but that Sess in your chest that got you feeling kinda crazy So let your spirits fly and enjoy the ride Oh yeah baby [Chorus: x5] |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
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 |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
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
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Whoo (Whoo)
Tie me up, don't tie me down Cut me up, don't let me down Find, find a way Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out You dig in, dig out, you get out Ghettomusick, ghettomusick Find a way to get in, to fit in the ghetto You get out, wit out a dime Ghettomusick, ghettomusick Climbing out this hole (climbin' out this hole) With a frown on my face In the place to be, (in the place to be) and not to be at the same time G-h-e-t-t-o-m-u-s-i-c-k stay down O-u-t-k-a-s-t (oooh yeah) just know that we won't play round If feet don't stank like they stank then they can't swallow dat down Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out You dig in, dig out, you get out Ghettomusick, ghettomusick Find a way to get in, the fit in the ghetto You get out, wit out a dime Ghettomusick, ghettomusick I just want you to know, how I feel Feeling good, feeling great Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? I just want you to know, how I feel Feeling good feeling great Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? Hot tub add to the bony of tony As my grandmama ettamay here and she show me How to be the smooth operator, dominator in the state of Georgia Hip hops there to destroy ya Leave a mother fucker open like a foyer He from the dirt now here come the paranoia Although you couldn't have jacked the disrespect The technique, sweat meet, wipe off the sweat Fight off the shit and flush the waste down The pipes of my life flow deep into the ground Why my purpose on the surface of this earth is Plan it, standards, trust and the purpose Campaign in vein for the same lame fame, peo |
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from Outkast - Prototype / Ghetto Musick (2004)
Whoo (Whoo)
Tie me up, don't tie me down Cut me up, don't let me down Find, find a way Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out You dig in, dig out, you get out Ghettomusick, ghettomusick Find a way to get in, to fit in the ghetto You get out, wit out a dime Ghettomusick, ghettomusick Climbing out this hole (climbin' out this hole) With a frown on my face In the place to be, (in the place to be) and not to be at the same time G-h-e-t-t-o-m-u-s-i-c-k stay down O-u-t-k-a-s-t (oooh yeah) just know that we won't play round If feet don't stank like they stank then they can't swallow dat down Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out You dig in, dig out, you get out Ghettomusick, ghettomusick Find a way to get in, the fit in the ghetto You get out, wit out a dime Ghettomusick, ghettomusick I just want you to know, how I feel Feeling good, feeling great Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? I just want you to know, how I feel Feeling good feeling great Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? Hot tub add to the bony of tony As my grandmama ettamay here and she show me How to be the smooth operator, dominator in the state of Georgia Hip hops there to destroy ya Leave a mother fucker open like a foyer He from the dirt now here come the paranoia Although you couldn't have jacked the disrespect The technique, sweat meet, wipe off the sweat Fight off the shit and flush the waste down The pipes of my life flow deep into the ground Why my purpose on the surface of this earth is Plan it, standards, trust and the purpose Campaign in vein for the same lame fame, peo |
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from Outkast - Prototype / Ghetto Musick (2004)
Whoo (Whoo)
Tie me up, don't tie me down Cut me up, don't let me down Find, find a way Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out You dig in, dig out, you get out Ghettomusick, ghettomusick Find a way to get in, to fit in the ghetto You get out, wit out a dime Ghettomusick, ghettomusick Climbing out this hole (climbin' out this hole) With a frown on my face In the place to be, (in the place to be) and not to be at the same time G-h-e-t-t-o-m-u-s-i-c-k stay down O-u-t-k-a-s-t (oooh yeah) just know that we won't play round If feet don't stank like they stank then they can't swallow dat down Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out You dig in, dig out, you get out Ghettomusick, ghettomusick Find a way to get in, the fit in the ghetto You get out, wit out a dime Ghettomusick, ghettomusick I just want you to know, how I feel Feeling good, feeling great Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? I just want you to know, how I feel Feeling good feeling great Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? Hot tub add to the bony of tony As my grandmama ettamay here and she show me How to be the smooth operator, dominator in the state of Georgia Hip hops there to destroy ya Leave a mother fucker open like a foyer He from the dirt now here come the paranoia Although you couldn't have jacked the disrespect The technique, sweat meet, wipe off the sweat Fight off the shit and flush the waste down The pipes of my life flow deep into the ground Why my purpose on the surface of this earth is Plan it, standards, trust and the purpose Campaign in vein for the same lame fame, peo |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
[Chorus]
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something Don't let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Don't spend all your time trying to get high You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try You need to git up, git out and git something Cause you and I got to do for you and I [Cee-Lo] I don't recall, ever graduating at all Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found Always asked to give me some living life like a bum Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own Nigga, you supposed to be grown I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be But negativity is all you seem to ever see I admit, I've done some dumb shit And I'm probably gon do some mo' You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?) Why not? My music's all that I got But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested I know you know but I'm goin' say this to you I, Get high but I don't get too high So what's the limit 'posed to be? That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without And what up with all these questions? As act as though you know something I don't. Do you have any suggestions? Cause every job I get is cruel and demeaning Sick of taking trash out and toilet bowl cleaning But I'm also sick and tired of struggling I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smuggling No, that ain't what I'm about Cee-lo will just continue traveling this route Without any doubt or fear I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here Did I make myself clear? [Chorus] [Big Boi] Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what's said, you dickhead See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fucking Pro Keds My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking Starters In the middle school, I was a bigger fool I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles They taught me how to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbers So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em See all the players came and all the players went A player ain't a gangsta but a player can handle his shit bitch You need to git up, git out, git something Smoke out, 'cause it's all about money, money, money Yeah I said it, a nigga sporting plats and a Braves hat I hang with Rico Wade 'cause the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy I'm true to Organized, 'cause they raised me I'm also down with LaFace 'cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And it's cool Yeah, it's real cool, getting paid fat pockets And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha [Chorus] [Big Gipp] A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred Like a piece of wood and them spirits got the mutant's mind I'm getting paranoid and steady looking for the time It's eight in the morning and ain't nobody up yet I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride I'm digging through the ash tray, hoping to have a good day I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head (You got to git up, git out and git something) Now I know it's on, my day is finally started Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick '84 Se-dan DeVille, steady bouncing, Out the Pointe to Cambelton Road The valley of the Southside flow Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so Keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit Cause they known for jumpinf out of black Chevy trucks and through the fog Here come the Red Dogs, I'm bustinf out around the corner in my hog Dippin from the area, I'm scared So one of these bitches might wind up dead 'cause I have no time for bail. Fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin Bail And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country Thinkin that my city is the big lick for 96 94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past Hootie hoo, my white owls are burning kinda slow [Chorus] [Dre] Y'all telling me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why? Ain't nobody black running but crackers, so, why I got to register? I thinking of better shit to do with my time Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes So let me take ya way, back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta, Y'all could not tell me nothing, thought I hit that bottom rock At age 13, start working at the loading dock They laying my mama off of work, General Motors tripping But I come home Bank like Hank, from licking and dipping Doing dumb shit, not knowing what a nigga know now Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down I dips, over to East Point, still acting a fool Wasting my time in the school, I'd rather be shooting pool Cool is how I played the tenth grade I thought it was all about macking hoes and wearing pimp fade Instead of being in class, I'd rather be up in some ass Not, thinking about them six courses that I need to pass Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies Damn, that's fucked up. I should of listened when my mama told me That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later Figured she was talking yin-yang, so I payed her no attention And kept missing the point she tried to poke me with The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin broke and shit Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST So get up off your ass [Chorus: x4] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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 |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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 |
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from Outkast - Idlewild (2005)
How ya'll feelin' tonight?
I don't give a damn <i>[Verse 1]</i> Mama i'm leavin' way from home to join the circus And papa i go into that place where them clowns get down (get down) Sister i know that there are lions tigers and bears I'll be safe and sure to call ya'll when i get there <i>[Chorus]</i> Nothing but the greatest show on earth (shut up while i'm singing) step right up step right up come one come all What u want what u need Wanna drank wanna chief I got it yeah i got it <i>[Verse 2]</i> Mama i'm moving up and i'll be selling cotton candy And papa next week they'll let me sit on the trapeze-eze whoo Uncle you should see all these dancing girls And every night i get to sleep under the big top <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Macy Gray ad libs]</i> Ain't nothing like...great It's the greatest show on earth Da da da da da da What u want what u need Wanna drank wanna chief I...i got it hey i got it <i>[Bridge]</i> Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh whoa Yeah yeah oh yeah Ooh ooh yeah yeah <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[ad libs]</i> Ok ok ok ok ok I got good love I got true love I got green love I got blue love I got dark love I got light love I got white love I got chinese love I got plaid love I got stripeded love What you clapping for i ain't done yet |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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] |
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from Outkast - The Way You Move / Hey Ya! (2003)
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three uh! My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for sho' But does she really want to But can't stand to see me Walk out the door Don't try to fight the feeling 'Cause the thought alone is Killing me right now Thank God for mom and dad For sticking two together Because we don't know how Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ You think you've got it Oh you think you've got it But got it just don't get it Until there's nothing at all We get together oh we get together But separate's always better When there's feelings involved If what they say is (nothing is forever) Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? (love the exception?) So why oh? why oh? why oh? why oh? Why oh? are we so in denial? When we know we're not happy here? Hey ya! hey ya! (don't want to Meet your daddy) hey ya~~~~~ (Just want you in my caddy) Hey ya~~~~~ (don't want to meet your mama) Hey ya~~~~~ (just want to make you cumma) Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya! alright now Alright now fellas (yeah) What's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold) I can't hear you? I say what's what's cooler Than being cool? (ice cold) Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright ladies! (yeah) We gon' break this thing down In just a few seconds now don't have me Break this thing down for nothing Now wanna see y'all on y'all Baddest behavior lend me some sugar I am your neighbor ah! here we go! Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya! shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Sugar shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~~~ |
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from Outkast - The Way You Move / Hey Ya! (2003)
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three uh! My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for sho' But does she really want to But can't stand to see me Walk out the door Don't try to fight the feeling 'Cause the thought alone is Killing me right now Thank God for mom and dad For sticking two together Because we don't know how Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ You think you've got it Oh you think you've got it But got it just don't get it Until there's nothing at all We get together oh we get together But separate's always better When there's feelings involved If what they say is (nothing is forever) Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? (love the exception?) So why oh? why oh? why oh? why oh? Why oh? are we so in denial? When we know we're not happy here? Hey ya! hey ya! (don't want to Meet your daddy) hey ya~~~~~ (Just want you in my caddy) Hey ya~~~~~ (don't want to meet your mama) Hey ya~~~~~ (just want to make you cumma) Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya! alright now Alright now fellas (yeah) What's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold) I can't hear you? I say what's what's cooler Than being cool? (ice cold) Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright ladies! (yeah) We gon' break this thing down In just a few seconds now don't have me Break this thing down for nothing Now wanna see y'all on y'all Baddest behavior lend me some sugar I am your neighbor ah! here we go! Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya! shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Sugar shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~~~ |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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three uh! My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for sho' But does she really want to But can't stand to see me Walk out the door Don't try to fight the feeling 'Cause the thought alone is Killing me right now Thank God for mom and dad For sticking two together Because we don't know how Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ You think you've got it Oh you think you've got it But got it just don't get it Until there's nothing at all We get together oh we get together But separate's always better When there's feelings involved If what they say is (nothing is forever) Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? (love the exception?) So why oh? why oh? why oh? why oh? Why oh? are we so in denial? When we know we're not happy here? Hey ya! hey ya! (don't want to Meet your daddy) hey ya~~~~~ (Just want you in my caddy) Hey ya~~~~~ (don't want to meet your mama) Hey ya~~~~~ (just want to make you cumma) Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya! alright now Alright now fellas (yeah) What's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold) I can't hear you? I say what's what's cooler Than being cool? (ice cold) Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright ladies! (yeah) We gon' break this thing down In just a few seconds now don't have me Break this thing down for nothing Now wanna see y'all on y'all Baddest behavior lend me some sugar I am your neighbor ah! here we go! Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya! shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Sugar shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~~~ |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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) |
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from HITS 2006 (2006)
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three uh! My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for sho' But does she really want to But can't stand to see me Walk out the door Don't try to fight the feeling 'Cause the thought alone is Killing me right now Thank God for mom and dad For sticking two together Because we don't know how Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ You think you've got it Oh you think you've got it But got it just don't get it Until there's nothing at all We get together oh we get together But separate's always better When there's feelings involved If what they say is (nothing is forever) Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? (love the exception?) So why oh? why oh? why oh? why oh? Why oh? are we so in denial? When we know we're not happy here? Hey ya! hey ya! (don't want to Meet your daddy) hey ya~~~~~ (Just want you in my caddy) Hey ya~~~~~ (don't want to meet your mama) Hey ya~~~~~ (just want to make you cumma) Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya! alright now Alright now fellas (yeah) What's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold) I can't hear you? I say what's what's cooler Than being cool? (ice cold) Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright ladies! (yeah) We gon' break this thing down In just a few seconds now don't have me Break this thing down for nothing Now wanna see y'all on y'all Baddest behavior lend me some sugar I am your neighbor ah! here we go! Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya! shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Sugar shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~~~ |
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from 힘내요, 사랑해요 - 마음 속 힘이 되는 앨범 (2009)
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three uh! My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for sho' But does she really want to But can't stand to see me Walk out the door Don't try to fight the feeling 'Cause the thought alone is Killing me right now Thank God for mom and dad For sticking two together Because we don't know how Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ You think you've got it Oh you think you've got it But got it just don't get it Until there's nothing at all We get together oh we get together But separate's always better When there's feelings involved If what they say is (nothing is forever) Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? (love the exception?) So why oh? why oh? why oh? why oh? Why oh? are we so in denial? When we know we're not happy here? Hey ya! hey ya! (don't want to Meet your daddy) hey ya~~~~~ (Just want you in my caddy) Hey ya~~~~~ (don't want to meet your mama) Hey ya~~~~~ (just want to make you cumma) Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya! alright now Alright now fellas (yeah) What's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold) I can't hear you? I say what's what's cooler Than being cool? (ice cold) Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright ladies! (yeah) We gon' break this thing down In just a few seconds now don't have me Break this thing down for nothing Now wanna see y'all on y'all Baddest behavior lend me some sugar I am your neighbor ah! here we go! Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya! shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Sugar shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~~~ |
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from 100 Party Hits (2009)
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three uh! My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for sho' But does she really want to But can't stand to see me Walk out the door Don't try to fight the feeling 'Cause the thought alone is Killing me right now Thank God for mom and dad For sticking two together Because we don't know how Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ You think you've got it Oh you think you've got it But got it just don't get it Until there's nothing at all We get together oh we get together But separate's always better When there's feelings involved If what they say is (nothing is forever) Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? (love the exception?) So why oh? why oh? why oh? why oh? Why oh? are we so in denial? When we know we're not happy here? Hey ya! hey ya! (don't want to Meet your daddy) hey ya~~~~~ (Just want you in my caddy) Hey ya~~~~~ (don't want to meet your mama) Hey ya~~~~~ (just want to make you cumma) Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya! alright now Alright now fellas (yeah) What's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold) I can't hear you? I say what's what's cooler Than being cool? (ice cold) Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright ladies! (yeah) We gon' break this thing down In just a few seconds now don't have me Break this thing down for nothing Now wanna see y'all on y'all Baddest behavior lend me some sugar I am your neighbor ah! here we go! Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya! shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Sugar shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~~~ |
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from 50 Great Songs (2010)
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three uh! My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for sho' But does she really want to But can't stand to see me Walk out the door Don't try to fight the feeling 'Cause the thought alone is Killing me right now Thank God for mom and dad For sticking two together Because we don't know how Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ You think you've got it Oh you think you've got it But got it just don't get it Until there's nothing at all We get together oh we get together But separate's always better When there's feelings involved If what they say is (nothing is forever) Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? (love the exception?) So why oh? why oh? why oh? why oh? Why oh? are we so in denial? When we know we're not happy here? Hey ya! hey ya! (don't want to Meet your daddy) hey ya~~~~~ (Just want you in my caddy) Hey ya~~~~~ (don't want to meet your mama) Hey ya~~~~~ (just want to make you cumma) Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya! alright now Alright now fellas (yeah) What's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold) I can't hear you? I say what's what's cooler Than being cool? (ice cold) Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright ladies! (yeah) We gon' break this thing down In just a few seconds now don't have me Break this thing down for nothing Now wanna see y'all on y'all Baddest behavior lend me some sugar I am your neighbor ah! here we go! Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya! shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Sugar shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~~~ |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
hold on , be strong
take off your thong cmon this is how we sing the song sing along I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm And smelling like Boone Farm Hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief it to steal from his own mom Kuniving Kon Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screaming "Let's get it on" A lust that love the drank Drunk driving a tank Rolling over a bank Cops see my and faint It's drastic And I'm passed my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slitting your throat Push a baby carriage into the street Till it's minced meat Your men's been beat The minute I step foot on your street This is fight music hold on , be strong take off your thong cmon this is how we sing the song sing along 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 hold on , be strong take off your thong cmon this is how we sing the song sing along (reapert3x) |
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from Outkast - Idlewild (2005)
Starts off like a
small town marriage Lovely wife in life baby carriage Now all the stars have cars success of course but it ends in Hollywood divorce Hollywood divorce And I'm gon' start Yea and I don't have to go to Hollywood cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on I really think they're stealin from us like a sample song I really wish one day we'd take it back like The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home and all I got in return was a dern country song This whole country wrong What would you write if you just put a little ice on and cut your mic on but you don't even write your songs but Hollywood make you spit like a python I meant Cobra I'm so not sober I'm high like a Hollywood You can call me a roller Your grill's glistenin' Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different what's the real sense of it Uhhh Bling bling I know and did you know I'm the creator of the term I just straightened the perm and let it sit too long they just makin it burn Make a movie of our lifestyle But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece That's why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease and I be's the little nigga cooler than anti freeze defrost on your window pane Lil Wayne but in Hollywood it's Little Wayne don't make me not so that's why I got a prenup I do Starts off like a small town marriage Lovely wife in life baby carriage Now all the stars have cars success of course but it ends in Hollywood divorce Hollywood divorce Yeah Yeah A is for Atomsville Be is for going home C if I give a fuck if you like me you know I don't If she ain't got a good head on her leave that ho alone If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song D is for what I serve I don't be on no curb She ain't no junkie neither I ain't no dope dealer But she keep comin back 3stacks must be some crack Put that pipe in her lap she ain't know how to act Now that I've got your undivided attention I'm gonna say this and run under condition one Promise me you gon' stack promise me you gon' ball Promise me you'll invest three fourths of it all For what So your kids kids kids can have some cheese Can't get with it Get get get get get on your knees Cause wealth is the word Rich is round the corner from the curb Don't like what I write Shoot me a bird Tenth grade the way was paid for me and Dre to pregate Like Dr Frankenstein the arts and crafts now could we make a difference Antoine Patton and Andre Benjamin been jammin for you rap niggas and journalists that's quick to misprint public and private business then retract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed Part two the sequel all new cast just ain't the same gang of nerds slanndering your name behind that screen name they're lame and their life is pretty plain M&M's with no nuts won't show up face to face straight bitch made like puppies on the nipples of a mutt Address it on a case by case basis like the judge What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin to plot or these niggas on the block who want the queen Nigga please but even she can walk we'll miss her we ain't gon' fake it but God don't make mistakes must be something bigger Starts off like a small town marriage Lovely wife in life baby carriage Now all the stars have cars success of course but it ends in Hollywood divorce Hollywood divorce I do love you but you hate me at the same time lights camera action it's game time do you take this here as your lovely wife to love her and cherish her for all your life I solemnly swear to share take you there and me and you together baby we a lucky pair it's been a long time we walked a thin line of the I gotcha but you been mine as I sit back and watch all them cat fights domestic violence is that right but you love the dogg gave me the spotlight and now I'm growin up showin up blowin up I never ever thought that we would separate at all but you played me like a game of football used to feed me need me dress me now it's so messy straight cut out and left me Hollywood divorce all the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing look at blues rock jazz rap Not even talkin about music everything else too by the time it reach Hollywood it's over but it's cool we just keep it goin and make new shit Take our game take our name give us a little fame and then they kick us to the curb that's a cold thang |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
[Big Boi]
Hootie Hoo Follow the funk from the skunk And the dank that is crunk in the Dungeon It goes on and on and on, like that Going out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'llac Ah Suki, Suki All day and day, any day, every damn day I be thinking about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws I'm after I'm just a Southernplayalistic pimp I used to sling a fat rock, but now I'm serving hemp I never even smoked a gram of crack, but yo I'm dope Mo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky cause it's on So each one, teach one, I be claiming true To East Point and College Park and the things I used to do Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers Club niggas, Magic City and them Southern players I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya So Hallelujah, Hallelujah One for the players at the crib, drinking drinks And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I make [Chorus] Hootie Hoo Tight like hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo) Yeah, Hootie Hoo Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) [Andre Benjamin] Now playing these bitches is my favorite sport But ain't no game when they be calling your name in the court Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight That it's busting out the seams, yes sir, I'm set Oh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jet Hops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light (Hootie Hoo) Communication device dun went off twice Should I answer the call, yes, I'm macking 'em all We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's Ball Well, it's Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll call you Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through Now later on done got here I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here? Draws, falling down like niggas in a drive-by I got up in them draws and I told her bye bye About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit Talking 'bout her period late, guess what I did Click No, it couldn't be me. Not me [Chorus: x2] [Big Boi] Uh, well you know we getting blizzard cause we got that chicken gizzard In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggas can't cope with it So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park So god almighty no, it's Outkast for the 94 era You heard the player's call, we taking it to another level So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martel And you may go to hell [Andre Benjamin] Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is It's that Southern ses in your chest that is One mo' gen for my friend who don't take No bullshit from no bitch who is stank I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will make you Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you Down like some bo-los, you can throw those Head, til I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit But if you fall in this category, then you'se a bitch [Chorus: x4] |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
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 |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
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 |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
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. |
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from Outkast - Idlewild (2005)
People Don't 'Chu
Worry 'Bout Me Evil Gone Get Worried 'Bout Me Well I'm Gonna Teach Ya How To Diss The Town And Soon As I Do It I'mma Get Down Come On Ah Ah Ah Come On Mama Don't 'Chu Worry 'Bout Me Papa Don't 'Chu Worry 'Bout Me Well I Live A Life But It Just Aint Mine I Know I'm Your Son Won't 'Cha Let Me Shine Come On Ah Ah Ah Come On Sally Don't 'Chu Worry 'Bout Me Don't 'Chu Worry Wooah Sally Don't 'Chu Worry 'Bout Me Don't 'Chu Worry About Me Don't Worry 'Bout Me I'll Be Fine Well That's What I Tell 'Em Baby But I'm Liein' Come On Ah People Come On Y'all Know 'Bout The Blue Don't 'Cha Everybody Gets The Blues Even Babies Get The Blues Some Call It Baby Blue Some Call It Midnight Blue Some Call It Baby Blue Whatever You Do Is What We Gonna Do We Gone Play Until You Feel Happy 'Til There Ain't No More Blues |
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from Outkast - Idlewild (2005)
[Chorus]
We spent summer dreaming, when we could be leaving, I get wild and don't give a fuck, see you when the sun come up I guess I'll get you in your dreams I guess I'll get you in your dreams I get wild and don't give a fuck, see you when the sun come up I guess I'll get you in your dreams The moon's around my sun, and my nights around my days Nocturnal creature by habit Bruce Wayne know what I mean I mean I'm in between sunset and sunrise As its on type of nigga for the home invasion surprise Mother fucker pow-pow lay the fuck down now Now no, don't try to talk your way out Because I'm usually non violent, positively vibing But every now and then you got a nigga wanna try you, Why? I don't know, I don't even understand it But it's simply overstood how you really suppose to handle it, Pardon me one moment I just went off on a tangent [Chorus] Typical day off in the A, aye But nicks up the Chevrolet, aye Nigga wanna rob okay, okay Where he stand is where he lay, aye Keep looking at me with a gangsta grill, I'm gonna give your ass a gangsta's pill, That's a little piece of lead, taken to the head That nigga ain't live, that nigga there dead Taken dirt naps, sleeping with the fishes, Done like dishes, this a wrap like Christmas Big Boi, you say the word I'll make these niggas dreams a nightmare I will bust there motherfucking head, ha ha ha ha ha ha [Chorus] Your ridin', killin', feelin', straight chillin', I feel wild and don't give a fuck, see you when the sun come up We roastin', boastin', flowin', straight coastin' I feel wild and don't give a fuck, see you when the sun come up That's the way a Keep spinnin', we grillin', bendin', straight pimpin' I feel wild and don't give a fuck, see you when the sun come up (yeah) Now we know when, (know when), holding, (holding) showing, controlling, I feel wild and don't give a fuck, see you when the sun come up (oh) [Chorus] I guess I'll get you in your dreams I guess I'll get you in your dreams [ |
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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
So I typed a text to a
girl I used to see Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be And I apologize if this message gets you down Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling Wetness all around me true but I'm no island Peninsula maybe makes no sense I know crazy Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors They dip as quick as they can The atmosphere is now ripped Im so like a Pip Im glad its night So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon high jump the broom Like a premie out the womb My partner yellin Too soon Dont do it Reconsider Read some litera ture on the subject You sure Fuck it You know we got your back like chiroprac tic If that bitch do you dirty we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent Now hurry hurry go on to the altar I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya Keep your heart 3 stacks keep your heart Aye keep your heart 3 stacks keep your heart Man these girls is smart 3 stacks these girls is smart Play your part Play your part Sweet jones By bitch a choosey lover never fuck without a rubber Never in the sheets like it on top of the cover Money on the dresser drive a compressor Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser trash like the fuck for 40 dollars in the club fucking up the game bitch you gets no love She be cross country givin all that she got A thousand a pop Im pullin Bentleys off the lot I smashed up the grey one bought me a red Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary Your bitch chose me you aint a pimp you a fairy I choose you girl Baby you been rollin solo time to get down with the team Because its greener on that other side if you know what I mean I'll show you shit you've never seen The 7 wonders of the world And I can make you the 8th if you wanna be my girl When I say my girl I don't mean my woman that aint my style Need a real streets stalker to walk a green mile We burnin up the paper on the dining room table Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable We rockin precious sable keep that chilla on the rack What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back Im a million dollar mack need a billion dollar bitch Put my pimpin in your life watch your daddy get rich Easy as A B C simple as 1 2 3 Get down with UGK Pimp C B U N B Cause whats a hoe with no pimp and whats a pimp with no hoes Dont be a lame you know the game and how it goes We tryin to get jones I choose you girl Eni mini decisions with precision I pick Or make my selection on who I choose to be with Girl dont touch my protection I know you want it to slip But slippin is something I dont do tippin for life Thats like makin it rain Every month on schedule Let me tell you Get your parasol umbrella cause its gonna get wetter Better prepare you for the see pole She supposed to spend it on that baby but we see she dont Ask ask Paul McCartney the lawyers gettin sloppy Slaughter slaughter of them pockets had to tie her to a rocket Send her into outer space I know he wish he could Cause he payin 20K a day that bitch is eating good Like an infant on a double D bitch is getting plump Cause he miscalculated the next to the last bump Dump dump in the gut walk it off from the giddy up Better chose the right one or pick pick the kitties up I chose you girl I chose you baby |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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... |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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... |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
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- |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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-" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
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- |
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from Outkast - Idlewild (2005)
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- |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Uhh
As I sit in my b-boy stance With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants We finna enhance your brain, check it out Once upon a time not long ago When the playa from the Pointe didn't have no flow A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin to the sto' Caught a nigga slippin, but now I lay it to the flo' just like carbon, cuz I got the heat in my rhythm Momma nay not, never braggin just to stay knot Even when I was a younger lad I learned my lesson Never talked to strangers in the trap and answered questions The Pope and his folks got us under a scope But for unknown reasons cuz we don't sell dope That you distribute, we don't contribute, to your clandestine activity, my soliloquoy, may be hard for some to swallow But so is cod liver oil You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil Boa constricted, on my soul that they call *Touched by the wheelz of steel... Now show me how you feel... Touched by the wheelz of steel... Now show me how you feel... It took your momma nine months to make it But it only took a nigga thirty minutes to take it Cut that kronk clean up I did, but I did so not safely Don't want no AIDS, *clapping* no claps, or no rabies Yo, we take no shit, like ummm, stopped up commodes Gotta collect call, they done locked up my folks Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle We won't be able to ride out till two thousand fo' But not for long cuz we got a better sack to serve Tryin to take you other people for your rims at the curb Fore you swerve and bust ya forehead, go head, go head More head for me, while you ride to the beat Drop, like Tears, like For Fears, you know Shout Shout let it all out, just for my peers And pupils who feel like it's time to unwind Like December 31st, on nineteen-ninety-nine *Repeat Okay, like this, yeah yeah One time for my boy doing King shit Two times for Legit and it don't quit Three times for my folks in the drop top Four times OutKast and it don't stop One time for my cuz doing Queen thangs Dead fresh to the teeth eatin chicken wings Three times for my guhls in the beauty shop Four times OutKast and it don't stop *Repeat |
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