Outkast - Ms. Jackson Lyrics

Outkast - Ms. Jackson Video

Andre:

Yeah, this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas' mamas...

Mamas' mamas, baby mamas' mamas

Yeah, go like this

 

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)

I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)

I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

 

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)

I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)

I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

 

Big Boi:

My baby's drama mama's mama, don't like me

She doing things like havin' her boys come from her neighborhood

To the studio tryin' to fight me

She need to get a, piece of the American pie and take her bite out

That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out

And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck

Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I pay that

I love your mom and everything, see I ain't no one to lay down

She wanna rip you up start a custody war, my lawyer stay down

She never had a chance to hear my side of the story, we was divided

She had fish fries, cookouts, on my child's birthday I ain't invited

Despite it, I show her the utmost respect when I fall through

All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

 

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)

I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)

I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

 

Andre:

Me and yo daughter

Got a special thing going on

You say it's puppy love

We say it's full grown

Hope that we feel this

Feel this way forever

You can plan a pretty picnic

But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson

Ten times out of nine, and if I'm lyin' find

The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline

King meets queen, then the puppy love theme, together dream

Bout that crib with the goodyear swing

On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever

Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever

Forever never seems that long until your grown

And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long

Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could

Become a magician to abracadabra all the sadder

Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he

Askin' what happened to the feelin' that her and me

Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads

It happened for a reason one can't be, mad

So know this, know that everything is cool

And yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation

 

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)

I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)

I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

 

Big Boi:

Uh, uh, yeah Look at the way he treats me, shit,

Look at the way you treat me

See you and your lil' nosey ass homegirls got ya ass sent up the creek, G

Without a paddle, you left the straddlin', ride this thing on out

And you and your girl ain't speakin' no more 'Cause my dick all in her mouth

Know what I'm talking about, jealousy, infidelity, envy

Cheating, beating, and to the D and the G they be the same thing

So who you placing the blame on, you keep on singing that same song

Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on

You and your mama

 

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)

I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)

I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

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Outkast - In Due Time Lyrics

Outkast - In Due Time Video

Chorus

 

You just keep your faith in me

Don't act impatiently

You'll get where you need to be

In due time

Even when things go slow

Hold on and don't let go

I'll give you what I owe

In due time

 

Verse one:

 

When that * be thinkin of cruisin'

The braves cap is to the side

Thinkin' the police gon' pull me over

With this * off in my ride

So I hide the brick of weed

Under the arm rest, under the leather

Thinkin' of startin ways

To make my life a little better

Then the dope peddler

Never pay no * taxes

Takin a chunk up out my check

And makin my rhymes just look like practice

Buyin' clothing, range roving

With my folks

Don't speak about the dirty south

My crew ain't bout no jokes

I know some people don't like the way we flow

Because they envy

They talkin bout they * my *

And that they could have been me

You lookin to be that butterfly

Without the caterpillar

Take your time and do it right

Cause you gon make it

I swear my

Or collapse 1

Falling a victim to your greed boy

Your looking to be big willie

But ou're still a seed boy

The information in my skull

Be pokin' some of y'all on the shoulder

But on the other side of the fence

 

They got * breakin' boulders

For quick money

 

Bridge

 

Struggle is just a part of my day

Many obstachave been placed in my way

I know the only reason that I make it through

Is because I never stop believing in you

Some people wonder why we're here in the 1st place

They can't believe because they ain't never seen your face

But even when you pray, the next day you gotta try

Can it wait 4 nobody 2 come down out the sky

You've got to realize that the world's a test

You can only do your best and let him do the rest

You've got your life, you've got your health

So quit procrastinating and push it yourself

You've got to realize that the world's a test

You can only do your best and let him do the rest

You've got your life, you've got your health

So quit procrastinating

 

Verse 2:

 

Who said good folks is not supposed to die

The same * that said * is not supposed to cry

United states giving out milk and cheese to pacify

I'm sure they got a cure 4 a.i.d.s., but yet it's classified

You wonder why I spit the truth and not 2 make no dough

To make a differencefo' this * up and blow

In piece, I could thinkof many reasons

Only when * is going bad you want to holla jesus

I pledge allegiance, they got my knuckles bleeding

From crawling, got these * thinkin they ballin'

When they isn't, don't take my word,

There's * off in prison

That will tell yo, that's locked up 4 a long time and won't sell you

No flex, so congregation will turn you text,

To the book of outkast, chapter 2, verse 1

The 1st 1, that make me jump up and make a joyful noise

You'se outkasted, meaning you now have a choice like that

 

Chrous

(repeat 2x)

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Outkast - Chonkyfire Lyrics

Outkast - Chonkyfire Video

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

Tour job's to spit that fire

Some of y'all MC's take this rhymin 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 happenin, 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 lackin, 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 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

 

Refrain

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Outkast - Funky Ride Lyrics

Outkast - Funky Ride Video

Intro/Chorus:

 

Let me take you on a funky ride

All around the world

And ahh, if you let me give inside your mind

Feel your spirits fly

 

Verse 1: Society of Soul

 

Oh baby, would you like to take a little ride with me

Unleash your sexual fantasies

It would be so nice

Ahh, relax your body next to me

As I sing this OutKast melody

On this funky ride

So just relax baby

 

Chorus

 

Verse 2: 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 umm, it's nothin but that

SESS in your CHEST that got you feelin kinda crazy

So let your spirits fly

Uhh and enjoy the ride

Oh yeah baby

 

Chorus

 

Interlude of guitar

 

Chorus x 4

 

(Debra Killings 'climaxing' to fade)

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Outkast - Bowtie (Featuring Sleepy Brown) Lyrics

Outkast - Bowtie (Featuring Sleepy Brown) Video

Girl you cut up! (oww!)

Girl you know you cut up!

 

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me gangsta mack

In the Cadillac!! Yeah!!!

 

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me gangsta mack

In the Cadillac!! Yeah!!!

 

(Big Boi): Nasty Noompsy Knightingale

Fresh in that tuxedo

Cumberbun with no suspenders

My torpedo, your 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 it's...

 

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me gangsta mack

In the Cadillac!! Yeah!!!

 

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me gangsta mack

In the Cadillac!! Yeah!!!

 

(Big Boi): Oh, lord! How can it be so hard??

To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or a 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 perseverance and experience to get the 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

'Cause we super fly

 

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me gangsta mack

In the Cadillac!! Yeah!!!

 

Crocodile on my feet

Fox fur on my back

Bowtie 'round my neck

That's why they call me gangsta mack

In the Cadillac!!

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Outkast - Elevators (Me & You) Lyrics

Outkast - Elevators (Me & You) Video

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

 

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 no no

 

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 beaucoup 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' feet 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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Outkast - 13th Floor/Growing Old Lyrics

Outkast - 13th Floor/Growing Old Video

Big Rube (Spoken):

Conceive true deception, and multiply it a million fold.

Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense, that we get 'em confused.

The resident evil specialize in misconstruin'.

We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?

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 numbin' 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 beginnin'.

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, growin' 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, growin' 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 caught 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old

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Outkast - Player's Ball (Reprise) Lyrics

Outkast - Player's Ball (Reprise) Video

Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin

Gettin down for theirs

From East Pointe, College Park, Decatur, DeVries...

 

My man, the scene was so thick

Lowriders, Seventy-Seven Sevilles

El Do's, nuttin but them 'Llacs

All the players (DePorte in the house) all the hustlers

I'm talkin bout a black man heaven here

YouknowhatI'msayin? Yeah

 

*singing*

Cadillacs are comin, from everywhere (yeahhh)

Limbo boppin good cause love is in the air

To all you players and you pimps smoke out and have a ball

And if your hoe is actin crazy --

 

-- put her on the wall

Now now now everybody's dancin and just feelin right

I see all of you players got yourselves laid in on ice

I hope when all y'all dance is over, can I get onn, yeah

My kids'll have a story, that still be told, whoooa, about

 

All the players came, from far and wide

Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangster rides

Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day

When the player ball is happenin, all day eryday

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Outkast - B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad) Lyrics

Outkast - B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad) Video

Dre

1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!

In-slum-national, underground

Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)

Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans

You can't stop a train

Who want some? Don't come un-prepared

I'll be there, but when I leave there

Better be a household name

Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain

So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soaking wet

In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat

Hit somersaults without the net

But this'll be the year that we won't forget

One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Anno Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be

Long as you know consequences are given for livin'

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 and Hammer, soul gold grill and some baby mama

Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers

Stack of question with no answers

Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS

Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days

Get back home, things are wrong

Well, not really, it was bad all along

Before you 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 more, ahhhhh!

 

Chorus: 2X

Dre Don't pull that thang out, unless you plan to bang

Choir Bombs over Baghdad!

Dre Yeah! Ha ha yeah!

Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something

Choir Bombs over Baghdad!

Dre Yeah! Uhh-huh

 

Big Boi

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, 'bout five nigga deep

Seventy-five MC's freestylin' to the beat

'Cause we get crunk, stay crunk, at the club

Should have bought an ounce, but you copped a dub

Should have held back, but you throwed the punch

'Spose 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, there for them

Should have hit it, quit it, rag top

Before you re-up, get a laptop

Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals

Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals

Record number four, but we on a roll

Hold up, slow up, stop, control

Like Janet, Planet Stankonia is on ya

Movin' like Floyd comin' straight to Florida

Lock all your windows then block the corridors

Pullin' off my belt 'Cause a whipping's in order

I like a three piece fish before I cut your daughter

Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border

Pity PAT rappers tryin' to get the five

I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive

When you come to ATL, boy, you better not hide

'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, hah!

 

Chorus: 2X

Dre Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

Choir Bombs over Baghdad!

Dre Yeah! Ha ha yeah!

Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something

Choir Bombs over Baghdad!

Dre Yeah! Uhh-huh

 

Choir

Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

 

Dre

B-I-G, B-O-I

An-An-Andre

To the T-O-P

 

Dre and Big Boi: 15X

Bob your head. Rag top.

 

(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

 

Choir: 23X

Power music. Electric revival.

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Outkast - ATLiens Lyrics

Outkast - ATLiens Video

Big Boi

Well it's the M I crooked letter, ain't no one better

And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater

Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails

Oh hell, there he go again talkin' that shit

Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve

And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve

I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent

Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent

You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried

Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry

So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles

It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles

Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I

It's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye

And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen

Givin' a shout out to my Uncle Donnell locked up in prison

 

Hook: Andre'

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Everybody let me hear you say O Yea-er

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Everybody let me hear you say O Yea-er

 

Andre'

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral stimulation

To the female gender, ain't nothin' better

Let me know when it's wet enough to enter

If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on

Therefore, if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome

Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skin tone

I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on

Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone

The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky

Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what I preach ain't no lie

I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie

Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?

Now everybody say...

 

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Everybody let me hear you say O Yea-er

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Everybody let me hear you say O Yea-er

 

Big Boi

Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school

Thinkin' about the second album at the Dungeon shootin' pool

Like E-S to the P-N, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)

Honey I'm home but I'm not married

Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated

And now I'm sittin' at the end of the month I just made it

Like you made the B team and like the daddy's wife you makin' the coffee

You heard the A-T-L-iens, so back the hell up off me...

 

Andre'

Softly as if I played piano in the dark

Found a way to channel my anger not to embark

The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part

God works in mysterious ways so when he starts

The job of speakin' through us we be so sincere with this here

No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day

Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon

That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay

 

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Everybody let me hear you say O Yea-er

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Everybody let me hear you say O Yea-er

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Outkast - So Fresh, So Clean Lyrics

Outkast - So Fresh, So Clean Video

Chorus:

Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean

(So fresh and so clean clean)

Know you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean

(So fresh and so clean clean)

Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean

(So fresh and so clean clean)

I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean

(So fresh and so clean clean)

 

Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlo's

And El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like Rollo

So follow it's Showtime at the Apollo

Minus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a leopard-print

Teddy Pender-grass cooler than Freddie Jackson

Sippin a milkshake in a snowstorm

Left my throat warm in the dorm room at the AU

We blew hey too, athletes might cake you

But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make

Cause

 

Chorus

 

Canary yellow seven-nine Seville is on display

My nigga Bongo hooked it up Omar gone dip my rims today

So a nigga can ride out to the honeycomb hideout

I'ma show you how to wild out like Jack Trippa

Let me be bambino on your snipples

YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard

When I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold ya

Like Noahs I get two's of you and you get pretty deep

But I'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be there for me

Cause

 

Chorus

 

Those huge baby eyes get to runnin off at they mouth

Tellin me everything that's on yo nasty mind

They say your malnutrition in need of vitamin D

And inviting me to that tingle in yo spine

I love who you are I love who ya ain't you so Anne Frank

Let's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks

Rick James and no chains and whips I do suck lips

Till hips jerk and double time the boy next door's a freak

Ha Ha

 

Chorus

 

(Ah we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet

(Ah my my...) the sky is fallin ain't no need to panic

(Ah ooh ooh ....) I got a stick and want yo automatic

(Ah ooh ooh...) Compatible created in the attic

(repeat)

 

Chorus 2x

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Outkast - Jazzy Belle Lyrics

Outkast - Jazzy Belle Video

Andre

Yeah

Oh yes I love her like Egyptian, want a description, my royal highness

So many plusses when I bust that there can't be no minus

Went from yellin' crickets and crows, bitches and hoes to queen things

Over the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen things

Like Kilroy, chill boi because them folks might think you soft

Talkin' like that, man fuck them niggaz I'm goin' off

And comin' right back, like boomerangs when you throw em

With these old ghetto poems, Bankhead is better for em

When they can let they throw em, down from hitchikin' and bitin' niggas

Until the temple they call the body, now everybody got it

Had it, talked about it amongst they friends

Comin' around my crew lookin Jazzy, wanna pretend

Like you Ms. Goodie, Four-Shoes, even Bo knew, that you got caught poked

Like accupuncture patients while our nation is a boat

Straight sinkin', I hate thinkin' that these the future mommas

Of our chillun, they fuckin' a different nigga every time

They get the feelin' to, I'm willin' to go the extra kilo-meter

Just to see my senorita get her pillow

On the side of my bed where no good ever stay

House and doctor was the games we used to play

But now it's real Jazzy Belle...

 

Big Boi

See what if you was a playa, real playa not no slouch

Havin' the very best of life lots of steak and Perignon

Smokin' an ounce of weed yeah every single day was personal FreakNik

Freakin' these hoes in Polo clothes life as you conceived it

But your conception, deception, lookin' into your eyes I see

Your weapon and it's depressin', they're diggin' up in your thighs

Leavin' deposits keepin your closets open knockin' your boots and jaws

Hopin' to get you sprung like bell-bottoms, steadily callin' me Antwan

Cause you thinkin' that you my lady bitch don't play me cause you're chanky

I wanted to hit that ass but me and the Goodie we got danky

So thank thee, you runnin' that Southerplayalistic game

You was the only one to blame, a nigga don't even know yo name

It's a shame, you crackin' em up and fuckin' a nigga like Tupac up

I'm leavin' these foes to be the flowers and wake don't get me see

I gotta be feedin' my daughter, teach her to be that Natural Woman

Cause you'll be Waiting to Exhale while you other hoes be

Dumb and Dumber, yeah you know what I'm sayin?

 

Andre, Big Boi

One two, yessss, ummkay, check this out right here now

See me ain't no good, in the black on black 'Llac no star

Windows are tinted so that no one knows who us are

Talk bad about her nigga guaranteed to snap like bra

Strap stickin' together like grandma and grandpa-pa

In this dog eat dog world, kitty cats be scratchin' on my

Furry coat to curl, up with me and my bowl of kibbles and bits

I want to earl, cause most of the girls that we was likin'

In high school, now they dykein' *laughin*

 

Havin' no mercy for the disrespect-ful ones, some

Be hangin' around the crew lookin' for funds, dumb

Deaf and fine, they be, askin' me all about mine

How she doin' how she be, I know she's sippin' that wine

Behind my back they skwak like vultures

Off and On like Trendz of Cultures baby

Hey he, fakin' it like these sculptured, nails

But they can go to hell and lay with Lucifer

Cause they burnin' anyway, Big Boi user and abuser

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Outkast - Da Art Of Storytellin' (Part 1) Lyrics

Outkast - Da Art Of Storytellin' (Part 1) Video

Yea

Somebody hit me the other day for a rendezvous

Was it the bitch that fucked to Goodie and the Dungen Crew

Lets say her name was suzy screw cuz she SCREWED alot

Makin a nigga hit that chonk, at ligitimate spots

Not no parks, backseats, or things of that nature

Had to hate ya playa, im dickin the hoe down never said i paid her

Straight laid her, slayed the bitch like Darth Vader, made her

From College Park and Fayetter, 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 840

Its foggy, i went to the crib to call her but she lost me

My baby mamma beeped 7 o'clock its gonna cost me

But i still wanna cut her tho, maybe she had to work

Caught her at the mall, wearin a real tight skirt

She was fine as FUCK i wanted to sex the hoe up

She said lets hit the parkin 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 cuz my baby mamma beeped me too

She said she understood then everythin was kosher

I gave her a lil will CD and a fuckin poster

Its like that now

 

Its like that now

You better go get the hump up out your back now

Its about 4 5 cats off in my 'Lac now

We just shoot game in the form of story rap now

* (yeah)*

Its like that now, its like that now

 

(andre)

Now suzy skrew had a parna named sasha * (sasha)* thumper * (thumper)*

I remember her # like the summer

When her and suzy yea they threw a slumber---party

But you can not call it that cuz it was slummer

Well it was more like spend the night

3 in the mornin yawnin dancin under street lights

We chillin like a villian 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

* (awww 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

I would one day see her standin in the front row

But 2 weeks later she got found in the back of a school

With a needle in her arm, baby 2 months due, Sasha Thumper

 

Its like that now

You better go get the hump up out your back now

Its about 4 5 cats off in my 'Lac now

We just shoot game in the form of story rap now

* (yeah)*

Its like that now, its like that now

 

Its like that now

You better go get the hump up out your back now

Its about 4 5 cats off in my 'Lac now

We just shoot game in the form of story rap now

* (yeah)*

Its like that now, its like that now

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Outkast - I'll Call Before I Come Lyrics

Outkast - I'll Call Before I Come Video

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

No after u

 

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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Outkast - Roses Lyrics

Outkast - Roses Video

Caroline!

(Caroline!)

See, Caroline, all the guys would say she's mighty fine

(mighty fine)

But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time

And the other half either got you cussed out, or coming up short

Yeah, dig this now, even though

(even though)

You'd need a golden calculator to divide

(to divide)

The time it took to look inside and realize that

Real guys go for real down-to-Mars girls, yeah

 

I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank

But lean a little bit closer

See roses really smell like ooo poo poo

Yeah, roses really smell like ooo poo poo

I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank

But lean a little bit closer

See roses really smell like ooo poo poo

Yeah, roses really smell like ooo poo poo

 

Caroline!

(Caroline!)

I said see she's the reason for the word bitch

(bitch)

I hope she's speeding on the way to the club

Trying to hurry up to get to some

Baller or singer or somebody like that

And try to put on her makeup in the mirror

And crash, crash, crash... into a ditch

(Just playing)

She needs a golden calculator to divide

(to divide)

The time it took to look inside and realize that

Real guys go for real down-to-Mars girls, yeah

 

I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank

But lean a little bit closer

See roses really smell like ooo poo poo

Yeah, roses really smell like ooo poo poo

I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank

But lean a little bit closer

See roses really smell like ooo poo poo

Yeah, roses really smell like ooo poo poo

 

Well she's got a hottie's body, but her attitude is potty

When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty

I said, Shorty would you call me?

She said, Pardon me, are you ballin'?

I said Darling, you sound like like like a prostitute, pausing

Oh, so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receipt

But game been peeped, dropping names she's weak

Trickin' off this bitch is lost

Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat

A neat place sleep, a rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat

No-go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless

Regardless, we don't want to get involved with all them lawyers

And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom

I wanna see your support bra, not support you

 

I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank

But lean a little bit closer

See roses really smell like ooo poo poo

Yeah, roses really smell like ooo poo poo

 

I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank

But lean a little bit closer

See roses really smell like ooo poo poo

Yeah, roses really smell like ooo poo poo

 

I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank

But lean a little bit closer

See roses really smell like ooo poo poo

Yeah, roses really smell like ooo poo poo

 

I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank

But lean a little bit closer

See roses really smell like ooo poo poo

Yeah, roses really smell like ooo poo poo

 

Better come back down to Mars

Girl, quit chasin' cars

What happens when the dope gets low

Bitch, you ain't that fine

No way... no way... no way

Better come back down to Mars

Girl, quit chasin' cars

What happens when the dope gets low

Bitch, you ain't that fine

No way... no way... no way

 

Crazy bitch

Bitch, stupid ass bitch

Old punk ass bitch, old dumbass bitch

A bitch's bitch, just a bitch

Crazy bitch

Bitch, stupid ass bitch

Old punk ass bitch, old dumbass bitch

A bitch's bitch, just a bitch

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Outkast - The Whole World Lyrics

Outkast - The Whole World Video

breathing hard

Okay, here we go

 

Andre:

Yeah I'm afraid, like I'm scared as a dog

But I've got a new song, and I want y'all to sing along

Sing along..

See this is the way that ya walk on a sunny day

When it's rainin inside and you're, all alone

All alone yeah!

 

Chorus:

Cause the whole world, loves it when you don't get down

(Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da )

And the whole world, loves it when you make that sound

(Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da )

And the whole world, loves it when you're in the news

(Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da )

And the whole world, loves it when you sing the blues

(Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da )

 

Andre:

Take a little trip, hater back up yo' mind

Look forward not behind, then you'll see what you find

I caught a sucker dyin cause he thought could rhyme

Now if his momma is a quarter daughter must be a dime

I gotta meet her, don't take no shorts I don't use abbrevi-

-ation, I don't even play the radio neither

Only if I need to know the sports or the weather

I'm a cool type of brother but yep, your head I'll sever

From the neck see ain't nuttin changed, hit the stage

Set a date sucker, in battle we can engage

I'll slice you, wife you, marry you, divorce you

Throw the Porsche at you, is what I'm forced to do

With my back against the wall, crack his back y'all

Naw, it ain't went nowhere like havin hair with stylin gel in it

Throw a curl in it

Dread that nappy shit fuck, throw a shell in it

Whatever floats your boat, or finds your lost remote

And this for dem niggaz workin at the airport

Who got laid off, I take my shades off

If you look straight in my eyes, you still might see a disguise

Because the whole, whole, world, world

 

-Chorus-

 

Killer Mike:

Player I grind, my focus is crime

Raw with the rhyme, I'm slick with the slime

My words are diamonds dug out a mine

Spit 'em, polish, look how they shine

Glitter, glisten, gloss, floss

I catch a beat runnin like Randy Moss

Ride dat bitch off like a brand new horse

I'm rollin my stone, gatherin no moss

Mami I'm comin I hope you get off

Or rock your own boat like Aaliyah then talk

Back, back, forth, forth

Get that sailor on fourth fourth

Make that track a fourth fouth

Rap, roll, utterly rocked

With my mouth to the mic and my hand on my cock

Cadillac OutKast just won't stop

 

-Chorus-

 

Big Boi:

Turn on the TV and everything is lookin dismal

Went in the bathroom medicine cabinet Pepto-Bismal

Need it for my stomach cause my tummy kinda aches

Like a junkie on withdrawal, fresh up off the plate

Wait, back to the enemy of the state

Is the Republicans or Democratic candidate

Debate, now even the black box hold the fate

Clueless like Shaggy and Scooby befo' commercial break

Hate, extreme prejudice, let's dismiss this

If you want to you can dub it to your hit list

I know you gon' to, we in this to replenish yo' musical wish list

When it come to this music we stay relentless

Pursuing all that's pursuable

Doing God's willing all things that are do able

The only liable limitation is to self

Dre set it on the right and I set it on the left, cause

 

-Chorus-

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Outkast - Prototype Lyrics

Outkast - Prototype Video

I hope that you are the one

If not, you are the prototype

We'll tiptoe to the sun

And do things I know you like

 

I think I'm in love again

I think I'm in love again

 

Today, today must be my lucky day

Baby, you are the prototype

Do sumn' outta the ordinary

Like catch a matinee

Baby, you are the prototype

I think I'm...

 

I think I'm in love again

I think I'm in love again

 

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

 

I think I'm in love again

I think I'm in love again

 

Let's go, let's go to the movies

 

(And...action!)

 

I think I'm in love again...

 

Girl, right now I wanna say, I wanna say

I wanna say stank you (stank you) very much (very much)

For picking me up

And bringing me back to this world

 

I can't or not, I can't afford to not record

I think I wanna say

I think I wanna say stank you

Stank you smelly much

For picking me up and bringing me back to this world

 

Stank you very much...

 

Hey, hey John

Are we recording our ad libs?

Really, what we were recording just there?

Let me hear that that first one

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Outkast - Aquemini Lyrics

Outkast - Aquemini Video

Chorus

Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die

Horoscopes often lie and sometimes Y

Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain, nothing lasts forever

But until they close the curtain, it's him and 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 chirping is a must

Is you on the that dust or cornstarch familiar with that smack man

The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack man

Pacman how and the fuck you think we gon do that man

Riding around Old National on 18's without no gat man

Im strapped man and already to bust on any nigga like that man

Me and my nigga we roll together like Batman and Robin

We prayed together through hard times and swung hard when it was fittin

But now we tappin the breaks from all of them corners that we be headin in a

Volkswagen and Bonnevilles, Chevrolets and Coupe de Villes

If you ain't got no rims nigga don't go get wood grain steering wheel

For real you can gon chill out and still build

Let your paper stack instead of going into overkill

Pay ya fuckin beeper bill bitch

 

Chorus x2

 

Andre Benjamin

Twice upon a time there was a boy who died and

Lived happily ever after but that's anotha chapter live

From home of the brave with dirty dollas

And beauty parlors, and baby bottles and bowling ball impalas

And street scholars that majoring in culinary arts

You know how to work bread, cheese, and dough

From scratch but see the catch is you can get caught

Know what ya selling, what cha bought so cut that big talk

Lets walk to the bridge now meet me half way

Now you may see some children dead off in the pathway

Its them poor babies walkin slowly to the candy lady

It's lookin bad need some hope like the words maybe if or problay

More than a hobby when my turntables get wobbly they dont fall

I'm sorry y'all I often drift I'm talkin gift

So when it comes you never look the horse inside its grill

Of coarse you know I feel like a bearer of bad news

Don't want to be it but its needed so what have you

Now question is every nigga wit dreads for the cause?

Is every nigga with golds for the fall?..nah

So don't get caught in appearance

Its OutKast Aquemini another black experience

 

OKAY

 

Chorus x2

 

Big Boi

The name is Big Boi Daddy fat sax the nigga that like them Cadillacs

I stay down with these streets cause these strets is where my folks at

Betta 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 and the nut sacks you must bust a rhyme we must bust back

Get get back for reals niggas that's out here trying to spit facts

You here dat you cant come near dat maybe you need yo quit

Because Aquemini is Aquarius and Gemini runnin shit like this/(Yea Yea Yea)

 

Andre Benjamin

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 and then

It's happening again wish I could tell you when

Andre this is Andre y'all just gon have to make amends

 

Chrous x2

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