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Aquemini
by Outkast
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Overall Rating:
3.3516
Avg. Critic Score:
3.5375
Aquemini Lyrics
Lyrics
Disc
Track
Title
- [Hook]
- Ah ha, hush that fuss
- Everybody move to the back of the bus
- Do you wanna bump and slump with us
- We the type of people make the club get crunk
- [Verse 1:(Big Boi)]
- Many a day has passed, the night has gone by
- But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
- Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
- We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family
- Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way
- We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave
- A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya
- Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas
- Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty
- Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties
- Damn we the committee gone burn it down
- But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now
- [Hook]
- I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game
- To stimulate then activate the left and right brain
- Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut
- You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what
- Thats one to live by or either that one to die to
- I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure
- Andre, got to her station here's my destination
- She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours
- Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin with it
- But I'm witcha you cause you probably goin through it anyway
- But anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought it
- Cause I thought it would be jammin but examine all the flawsky-wawsky
- Awfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote
- And I hope I never have to float in that boat
- Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote
- That I want to hear when I'm goin down when all's said and done
- And we got a new joe in town
- When the record player get to skippin and slowin down
- All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then...
- [Hook]
- [Harmonica Solo]
- [Hook til fade]
- (feat. Raekwon the Chef)
- [Intro/Chorus: OutKast]
- Old school players to new school fools
- 'Kast keep it jumpin like kangaroos
- but skew it on the bar-b we ain't tryin to lose
- Say 'I be got damnit they done changed the rules'
- [repeat 2X]
- [Verse One: Andre Benjamin]
- The common denominator, the nigga numerator
- Never know who the hater, niggaz cater to your ego
- I'm sorry like Atari whose the cousin to Coleco.. Vision
- caught a Rico, back on the street like Chico.. DeBarge
- he large and got a 'Llac in the garage
- Few parts here and there, I declare hard, my lawd
- One at Clark, one at Spelman
- Both know each other and it's cool, you can tell when
- he step off in the party women jump for joy
- But all the wild niggaz scheamin they gon' jump the boy
- for spittin all that bourgeoise, my watch, my car
- I'm a star -- I'd rather be a comet by far -- rrrahhh!
- [Chorus]
- [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]
- Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso
- Grow hydro, then bag it up yo
- Price that longevity, suggest make moves
- slow take time grow eight, react nine blow
- Hydro slide raw like fuck Renaldo
- Fly ride though, shit lookin wild dope
- then glide yo, flippin the page, I go
- Watch five-oh, jump on my meat, ride slow
- Watch those, undercovers, cop those, rock those
- Glocks blows leave em baggy and collect spot grows
- Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht and wash clothes
- Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block plot grows, what?
- [Chorus]
- [Verse Three: Big Boi]
- Boi, I bust raps like D-boys bust gats, shit
- We the type of people that don't bury the axe
- or the hatchet, everytime we see your link we snatch it
- Ridin round our hood talkin that dumb shit, your cabbage
- is cracked, like plumber's ass, and summer's grass
- I been in the game for a minute, seen some suckaz like y'all passin
- thinkin you're light skinned, aight then, lil' boy why you frightened?
- The Dungeon Family gon' be here nigga so keep writing
- I gotta hit The Source, I need my other half a mic
- because that _Southerplayalisticadillacmuzik_ was a classic, right!
- College Park, East Pointe and Decatur they got my back, so
- We gon' keep on jammin and stabbin off in the track, ahh
- Think it's time to bungee but buddy we will be back
- and I'm fin' to put some D's on the 'Llac, know dat!
- [Chorus]
- [Hook]
- 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
- [Big Boi]
- 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
- [Hook]
- [Dre]
- 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 grill
- 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
- [Hook]
- [Big Boi]
- 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 pro-black 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
- Yea yea yea yea
- [Dre]
- 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
- [Hook]
- (feat. George Clinton)
- [Intro: Andre Benjamin and George Clinton (singing)]
- Everybody's got opinions
- on the way you're living
- But see they can't fill your shoes
- Life is made of half illusion (illusion)
- Forty percent confusion (confusion)
- Whatever's left I'm using to keep myself from losing, yea
- You don't know what I've been through (oooh)
- Hell I might go through you (ghetto boy that, won't eat, tonight)
- Uh-oh, oh no-oahohh (that little boy just wanna eat tonight)
- Hey hey (he scuffles with her booty and her face) hey hey
- And mm-mmmmmm (mom I'm seekin that sir tea and some soup yea)
- All in all it's all in my head
- [Verse One: Big Boi]
- You know it's that high guy, from East P.I.
- Spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me
- boi how you gonna handle me?
- You want me to lolligag and talk that bullshit?
- I refuse to play so I'm gon' speak that Southern good shit
- That harder than yo' hood shit, lil' shit
- that make y'all niggaz think about the trigger
- before you pull it, on liquor stores and banks
- Them folks got more than enough bullets to put that ass
- off in the slang, don't claim no gang, we the niggaz
- that did that "Ain't No Thang But a Chicken Wang"
- But still though, how you gonna play a nigga like dildo
- We OutKast til it's over, barbeque and never mildo
- For real bro
- has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far?
- Einstein or Frankenstein?
- Dr. Scholl's, or Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?
- Are we digging into new ground,
- or digging our own graves? Story at 11"
- [Verse Two: George Clinton]
- Valley girls are horny tonight (synthesizer)
- Fuzzy logic, their pubic virginity (synthesizer)
- Ooooh oooh ooh .. (synthesizer)
- Ooooh oooh ooh .. (synthesizer)
- Conceived under the influence of toxic wasted doctors
- Computer buggin debuggin device-a and vice versa
- and various viruses
- Performing with laser light precision and verbal incision
- For a lingustic ballistic lobotomy
- Mind-fuckin you, a psycho-sodomy
- of the medula oblongata
- Accept your mind down your spine and out your behind
- Fuck you
- [Verse Three: Andre Benjamin]
- Synthesizer, microwave me
- Give me a drug so I can make seven babies
- Pump my breasts up, can you suck the fat up
- Please make my life appear
- like ain't no such thing as bad luck
- My, nose ain't right
- Like I need a new one
- Just take your pick, a yellow red
- A black or a blue one
- Virtual reality, virtual, BULLSHIT
- Synthesizer preachers can reach you
- up in the pulpit
- Who a bitch?
- Give me my gat so I can smoke this nigga
- Tell his mamma not to cry
- because they can clone him quicker
- than it took his daddy to make him
- Niggaz bitin verbatim
- Thought provokin records radio never played dem
- Instant, quick grits, new, improved
- Hurry hurry, rush rush, world on the move
- Marijuana illegal but ciggarettes cool
- I might LOOK kinda funny but I ain't no fool
- Now if you wanna synthesize I emp-athize
- Now if you wanna synthesize I emp-athize
- But if you synthesize I will understand
- your synthesizer man
- [Verse Four: George Clinton]
- Ghetto boy horny tonight
- SCSI with a booty in a cage
- Problem sinkin down and stretchin out
- so sleepy, playing safe in cyberspace
- (synthesizer)
- Cybersexy Wendy (synthesizer)
- Web walkin in the nude
- Digital good time, digital good time
- Said she'd lapdance on your laptop
- while your laptop's in your lap
- Digital good time, digital good time
- Cybersexy Wendy
- Web walkin in the nude
- Digital good time, digital good time
- Said she'd tapdance on your laptop
- while your laptop's in your lap
- Digital good time, digital good time
- Digital good time, digital good time
- Cybersexy Wendy
- Web walkin in the nude
- Digital good time, digital good time
- Digital good time, digital good time
- Fuzzy logic, it's groovy..
- (feat. Backbone, Cool Breeze)
- [Backbone]
- From front to back street, listen, we on a mission
- to get right, workin street corner in the midnight
- Picture the scene, these fiends with fire
- Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
- I'm wit whateva like Wheatstraw
- Stuck servin my cocaine raw
- Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back
- Twenty over now that's mo' money to get
- Slick, we fin' to LICK on this corner without gettin caught
- But time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short
- Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him)
- That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin
- But I make moves -- shake them tricks up out they shoestrings
- Be more precise when we do things
- Cause life like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
- like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay
- [Chorus: repeat 2X]
- I'm strickly dressin dirty dirty
- Gone represent it to the t-top
- Born and bred up on the street top
- Get to the money and the sweet spot
- and forever hollerin
- [Big Boi]
- Sheyit
- Cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them dollars and cents
- They get in a slump like baseball players
- when they short on they rent
- Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU spent
- But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
- who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed
- and ALL the chicken
- Feedin everybody, smokin em out
- When you was broke though they was missin
- Now you ridin bout fo' deep, startin to tear up YO' suspension
- And your baby mamma on child support
- My fault, forget to mention
- You don't even have a checkin account
- Wasn't thinkin about no pension
- I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
- Had determination and graduated
- Now I got the whole rap world fascinated
- I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it
- Continue to sell dope, it's payin the bills so you gon' do it
- But legislation got this new policy
- Three strikes and you're ruined.. now where your crew at?
- Yeah..
- [Chorus]
- [Cool Breeze]
- Ay
- Me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs
- We better watch what we doin, and look out for Joe Nab
- And quit re'in-up and standin on this same old block
- before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot
- Niggaz talkin cause they makin some flow
- But still ain't did nuttin that ain't been done befo'
- You can't be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot
- And improvise and work with that little you got
- So I think when I finish sellin my last sack
- I'ma take some of this money, go and give some back
- Cause people won't forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
- And start thinkin bout a path to pave
- [Chorus]
- [Big Boi]
- February 1st, 1975 it happened
- Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin
- My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen
- My daddy was sellin that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
- Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at work
- and she couldn't watch my every move so shit I started servin
- Around Frazier Home, down in the West Side projects
- Changin over foodstamps, and hittin a lick was next see
- I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
- I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed East
- So flyin, or floatin, a Brougham is what I'm sportin
- Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin in slow motion boi
- So meet me deep in the streets that's where I learned the capers
- Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers
- I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket
- But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me
- They wanna be me and my family too
- Because the money that I make be puttin cable off in every room
- So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies
- It's everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me
- But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch
- Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this shit
- And if you comin with eight dollars, you shit out of luck
- Because the West Side ain't takin no shorts on the dime
- So fire it up
- [Chorus:]
- Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
- Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm!
- (like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
- Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch
- Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm!
- (and it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)
- See, niggaz in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains
- Been doin it for years, so these niggaz ain't gone change
- They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul
- Been wearin furry Kangol's, so that shit is old
- You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent
- Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent
- You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk
- as long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
- I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang
- Cause the niggaz in the Pointe ain't changed, main
- You might call us country, but we's only Southern
- And I don't give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another
- [Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end)]
- [Big Boi]
- Yea..
- Somebody hit me the other day, for a rendezvous
- Was it the bitch that fucked the Goodie, and the Dungeon Crew
- Let's say her name was Suzy Skrew, cause she SCREWED a lot
- Makin a nigga hit that chonk, at legitimate spots
- Not no parks, backseats, or things of that nature
- Had to hate ya playa, I'm dickin the hoe down never said I paid her
- Straight laid her, slayed the bitch like Darth Daver, made her
- From College Park and Fayette, all the way down to Decatur
- Like Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty, that was shorty
- Safe as a snake on eggs in a Beamer eight-hundred-forty
- It's foggy, I went to the crib to call her but she lost me
- My baby mamma beeped seven o'clock it's gonna cost me
- but I still wanna cut her though, maybe she had to work
- I caught her in the mall, wearin a real tight skirt
- She was, fine as FUCK, I wanted to sex the hoe up
- She said, "Let's hit the parking lot so I can sick your duck"
- I said, "Cool, I really wanted to cut you but this'll do.
- I gotta pick up my daughter plus my baby mamma beeped me too."
- She said she understood then everything was kosher
- I gave her a Lil' Will CD, and a fuckin poster
- It's like that now
- It's like that now, you better go on
- and get, the hump, up out your back now
- It's about four, or five, cats
- off in my 'Llac now
- We just, shoot, game in the
- form of story rap now (yeah)
- It's like that now, it's like that now
- [Andre Benjamin]
- Now Suzy Skrew had a partna named Sasha (Sasha), Thumper (Thumper)
- I remember her number like the summer
- when her and Suzy yeah they threw a slumber - - party
- but you can not call it that cause it was slummer
- Well it was more like spend the night
- Three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights
- We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right
- in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
- all of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above
- (aww man) Talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up
- I said what you wanna be, she said, "Alive" (hmm)
- It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes
- I coulda died, time went on, I got grown
- Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back home
- to find lil Sasha was gone
- Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin her wrong
- I kept on singin my song and hopin at a show
- that I would one day see her standin in the front row
- But two weeks later she got found in the back of a school
- With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper
- It's like that now, you better go on
- and get, the hump, up out your back now
- It's about four, or five, cats
- off in my 'Llac now
- We just, shoot, game in the
- form of story rap now (yeah)
- It's like that now, it's like that now
- It's like that now, you better go on
- and get, the hump, up out your back now
- It's about four, or five, cats
- off in my 'Llac now
- We just, shoot, game in the
- form of story rap now (yeah)
- It's like that now, it's like that now
- [Andre Benjamin]
- 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
- 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
- [Big Boi]
- 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[echoes]
- [sung in a low voice over and over]
- All's well, nothing's well
- (feat. Masada, WitchDoctor)
- [Masada]
- Mahogany team queens up on the rise
- Be careful, watch your back, blackbirds don't wear disguise
- How we comin, comin hard.. camels too slow
- Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what?)
- The game is hot you could never be a winner
- Just begun a game so considered a beginner
- Masada for real, this shorty here is here to say
- Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay
- I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, offa loud gun shot licks
- Fuck stones and sticks, loudmouths get nicks
- This life is plus I be the bill-be-board, Scarface want
- italiano, I'm the real McCoy, nigga what?
- Can't be a joke I've been through too many games
- Niggaz laugh, but my expression wasn't hardly the same
- Show me respect cause it's due, you keep the fear
- cause I'll get over and believe I'll come back at you
- Mamacita, papadonna[4X]
- [Andre Benjamin]
- Yo, now
- You and your nigga shit shaky
- And at the time your heart feel down and broke like Achy Breaky
- Lump in your throat, feel like a trachea, oh dummy
- The pain that's in your chest done made it's way
- down to your tummy, you wide open, you start smokin wit ya girl
- She nigga bashin sayin you don't need em in your world
- Niggaz all dogs? If niggaz all dogs, then what you call broads?
- Felines in heat, meowin for some yawn balls
- Now you and hear done got to drankin
- Oh now it's really crunk, cause y'all silly drink
- and your girl done got to thinkin
- She talkin bout, "Girl you look so beautiful"
- You say thank you bein nice you try to change the subject
- Want some beans and rice? But she's back at you like a pit
- mixed with a chihuahua how much meaner can you get?
- Don't let her have her way with you she's gonna have a fit
- You're the candy apple of her eye and bout to get bit
- here's what you do -- you
- grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall
- Say, "Bitch don't ever disrespect me never not at all"
- These simple words can put a pause to half of the applause
- Them black ball laws of balance at all cost
- Mamacita, papadonna[4X]
- [WitchDoctor]
- Que pasa, que pasa? Check this out
- Quiet nights like this, might twist one for the moda
- on the balcony, I got a sofa
- Nights like this is perfect, for this Spanish Fly
- Can you come over, somethin, I wanna show ya
- Told ya once we was gon' take a trip, touch you
- with my lips where you like it, it's time, don't fight it
- Piggy-back ride to the sofa, in the microwave
- I got your favorite Stouffer's, lasagna, that's how much
- I want ya, fuck flowers
- The ceremony starts from the shower with the water
- I got somebody's daughter in the Doctor headquarters, chillin
- Prepare for this sex drillin, she said somethin in Spanish
- Got me feelin mannish, me and you fin' ta vanish
- real quick, feel this shit, got cheese, tryin to make cheese
- to get you pregnant overseas
- Maybe make sho' that's my seed
- Quiet nights like this, bachelor like me is single
- Talkin to you Miss Bilingual
- Let's mingle in the crowd, watch them show, pop some Moet
- Tryin to get you so wet, never been to Spain
- Never been a lame, horny, ever since I been a tiny
- Fuckin with niggaz with ageless bodies
- Talkin to me, while I squeeze it bare
- Let me talk to you while I run my fingers through your hair
- Mamacita, papadonna[4X]
- [Big Boi]
- Friday night boi, breakin the old school out, boi we cruisin
- Bout fo' niggaz and fo' hoes, it ain't gon be nobody losin
- but they choosin
- Better get in where you fit in cause it's crucial
- I'm tryin to cut bout two of them girls
- cause that just what I'm used to
- I mean that, the first that look my way
- just gon' get splack packed
- To the front to the back there's Cognac
- Got my throat, burnin like burlap
- Everybody cheezin, knowin these hoes gon' cut like pleasers
- These hookers they praisin my crew
- like Reverend Hodo be praisin Jesus
- The easiest was the meanest, but the skeezer was a beanie
- she thought we was some motherfuckin genies
- So I checked her, like the king I am, no disrespect intended
- Told her, and her silly friends,
- To the Laquinta we went, layin them hoes down
- on the freestyle tip, geyeah!
- Mamacita, papadonna[8X]
- Permecito, senorita, mamacita
- Mira mira, what's your name? Maria
- Same as mi tia, de Colombia
- I don't, in Atlanta, Georgia
- And you don't think I got nuttin for ya?
- You must be crazy
- I'm out here tryin to feed my baby
- Lil Bre, can't you see? Sheeyit
- Do it one more time, sheeyit
- (feat. Goodie Mob)
- [T-Mo]
- Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
- Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
- If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
- Many a bitch, represents, and is led
- Whichever way no I'm not gay
- and really don't give a fuck bout what you doin
- Long as I pave the way
- for my SouthWest GA warriors
- To come in packs, to feed, takin what we need
- to succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road
- We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory
- Makin our life one big story to tell
- Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body
- I got proof, I'm not scared
- If you scared, say you scared
- [Gipp]
- Who's scared?
- In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant
- The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me?
- Now most be scully, went from clean to muddy
- Polished to shine, the season to rhyme
- Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground
- Been lookin for love, now I bubble like suds
- Others flew sky high, while others were duds
- Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods
- Situation they change, like faces and names
- Went from cool to plain, from lame to flame
- Man down or not, man plans or plots
- Give a FUCK what you think, we ain't movin out this spot
- And I'm out
- If you scared, say you scared
- [Andre Benjamin]
- Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense
- Niggaz on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint)
- At age fifteen they start smokin Billy Clint'
- Now he's twenty-one and wants to know where the time went
- Hey hey hey what's the haps? Well see your time elapsed
- Have you ever thought of the meaning of the word trapped
- Baboon on your back, but what's sad is that crack
- was introduced to hispanic communities and blacks
- But then it spread to white and got everyone's undivided attention
- Cause your daughter is on it and you can't hide it
- Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded
- You scared, she scared, they scared, I said
- they scared they scared to talk about it
- bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it[repeats and fades]
- If you scared, say you scared
- [Big Boi]
- February 1st, 1975's my birthdate
- The player the B-O-I, was brought onto this Earth on Thursday
- I think see, my cap I twist it back from all the dank
- But if you see me on the Ave, you betta believe I tote that shank
- So what y'all though bruh?
- I gotta protect my name and what we fought for
- Southernplayalistic ATLiens in your sock drawer
- No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings
- Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning
- The intro, the Goodie we kinfolk, nigga it's fin to jump off
- But now it's time I lay low
- cause I believe the track gon' cut off
- Psych, the track is bumpin like pussies on some dykes
- So if you scared say you scared cause everybody can die tonight
- Cause my heart don't pump no Slushee
- You touch my niggaz you touch me
- I blow up the micraphone like Marilyn Manson, you can't hush me
- Yeah
- [Khujo]
- Heat'll make anything move
- Even Tyson, can get laid down, with this tool
- Just cause the name say Goodie, you take us for fools
- out they rabbit ass mind, don't give me mine, I go off like mines
- blowin suckers to smithereens, we was never folks
- If we fell out over this lil' cream
- Or let some soft legs come in between our dreams
- We live like Kings, and die like fuckin men
- I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down
- Ain't no openin up shop, we already established
- You lap doggin, we boss hoggin
- Grown men, don't beg for attention
- Keep wishin, high heels clickin
- Paper champions, leavin with they feet behind
- Zap em for the pumpkin, at twelve
- on the bottom bunk, holla at me
- Six to the left, last one, can't turn over with dirt on ya
- Slain dead, devils, don't have enough to purchase my essence
- in da head, missin ounces, zip code, eight miles
- Suckas, think I got they package
- but they still eatin moo-moo, oink-oink
- and fowl-fowl-fowl-fowl..[repeats]
- The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it
- So remember that, OutKast, Goodie Mo.B.
- still standin for somethin while y'all fallin for nothin
- Stop dyin over this lil concrete and lil paper
- We get this shit together our power's enormous
- You can deny the lie but you can't deny the truth
- You scared, you scared, say you scared!
- Shit man
- Nigga gotta go on the got down
- Get the shit straight when I got damn get out
- Well shit
- This what really goin down
- Whassup my nigga another day the same shit
- Punk-ass C.O.'s on a nigga dick
- Got me up at three o'clock cookin nappy grits
- I'm a G from C.P. I can't take the shit
- Tryin to hold a nigga down in this country ass town
- I'm used to smokin chronic movin pounds
- They got a nigga on some "Sir, yessir, left right left"
- Throw me in a hole if my ass outta step
- They treat you like a motherfuckin slave
- Dopefiends, cryin Jesus, swear they saved
- Niggaz better get they game tight
- Cause these crackers tryin to take a nigga life and they rights
- I'm surrounded by fake-ass crooks
- They swear they kingpins but don't have money on they books
- I hear so many lies it make me sick
- These niggaz called ballers sellin dimes and licks
- I can't wait til the day they let me go
- So I can eat some steak and shrimp
- grab a mic, and bust a flow
- I'm Audi 5 nigga lights out
- Hold it down on the streets until the day that I get out
- I'm out man
- (feat. Erykah Badu, Big Rube, Cee-Lo)
- And there's a, and there's a
- And there's a, and there's a, finnne.. linnne
- Too late to pray that I'm on it..
- Ya, yeah, yeahhhh
- [OutKast]
- Y'all, uh-huh, y'all
- [Andre Benjamin]
- And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
- Came way too late, but baby I'm on it..
- And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
- Came way too late, but baby I'm on it..
- Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see
- That's Liberation and baby I want it..
- Can't worry bout, what anotha nigga think
- Now that's Liberation and baby I want it..
- [Big Boi]
- (Let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those)
- How many times I, sit back and contemplate
- I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm tellin my story..
- My relationship, with my folks is give and take
- And I done took so much, not givin my glory
- Now have a choice to be who you wants to be
- It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did)
- I said I have a choice to be who you wants to be
- It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me
- [Cee-Lo]
- No, nooo, noooooooo
- I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly
- Seven and forty days.. heyyy
- Ohhhh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe
- To make you believe, I'd give my life awayyyy
- Oh lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired
- My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my owwwwn
- All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee..
- We alive or we ain't livin, that's why I'm givin until it's gone
- Cause I don't wanna be alone (I don't wanna be alone)
- I don't wanna be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee
- If there's anything I can say, to help you find your way
- Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I..
- There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
- that you die.. but I can feel it in the wind
- The beginning or the end
- But people keep your head to the skyyyyy
- [singers in background over interlude]
- Shake that load off, shake that load off[16X]
- [Erykah Badu]
- Folk in your face, you're a superstar
- Niggaz hang around cause of who you are
- You get a lot of love cause of what you got
- Say they happy for you but they really not
- Sell a lot of records and you rollin in
- Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends
- All you wanna do is give the world your heart
- but the label tried to make you compromise your art
- You make a million dollars, make a million mo'
- First class probably treat you like a nigga po'
- You wanna say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask
- as your world starts spinning and it's moving fast
- Try to stay sane, it's the price of fame
- Spending your life trying to numb the pain
- You shake that load off and sing a song
- Liberate the minds, then you go on home..
- [Big Rube]
- I must admit, they planted a lot of things
- in the brains and the veins of my strain
- Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine
- From them whores, from the flame
- From a post in the game
- Makes it hard to maintain focus
- They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries
- The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
- Cause it's a hard row to hoe
- if your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
- And the ground just dry
- But the roots are strong, so some survive
- So you're surprised, now I'm bustin cries
- You got more juice than Zeus
- Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten
- Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti
- But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
- Melanin silicon and collagen injected
- Dissectin my pride, fool I don't wanna get it started
- We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy
- It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it
- unless you lookin at the canvas of life
- and not through the peephole of mortality
- Single minded mentality
- Gettin over on loopholes
- Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities
- Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel
- Pack the steel
- Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe
- I don't we in Kansas no mo' though
- Midwest or Dirty South
- Clean dressed or dirty mouth
- Whether robbin preachers or killin Poor Righteous Teachers
- You a scared demon
- Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen
- And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble
- Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs
- Though the man on your head say the story
- As you downplay your glory
- Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen
- Just by rappin..
- LIBERTAD..
- [Thanks to mackmoney@cox.net, jeremymags2000@yahoo.com, boesen@ruc.dk for correcting these lyrics]
- 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
- Kwow 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
- [Refrain]
- 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 demension 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
- your job's to spit that fire
- Some of y'all MC's take this rhyming for granted I won't comply
- With that slackin, poppin and crackin 4th ward way we snappin
- 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 tommorrow like you can't even live cause you strayed
- Motivational skills lacking, when I see you nigga packin
- Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car do'
- But you still stay with mom though playin the king like Don doe
- You chocked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be locced up
- Makin them thick Hip Hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain't scarred
- And if I see you in the streets I'd dap you down like you was Greg
- [Refrain]
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