Альбом Outkast

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[introduction by Andre]
Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name of Andre3000 alright?
And we come from a little place called like Stankonia, Georgia right?
You know right now everybody wants to be from space
And folks like to be from the country and everything like that
You know, like really like the South is like cool to be from the South right
about now
Girls listen up

[Andre]
Torn between Saturday night and early Sunday mornin'
I don't know, I'm so unstruct in between-tween
I'm out here knowin' hip-hop is dead; The average nigga on my corner yellin'
what the fuck you mean-mean
See we ain't even sing the mouth to chop counter-clock wise goes the
neighborhood
Hand me down some canned-goods, wont cut the Grei-pupon
We got the layer-on, back to the drawing board can't afford to lose journey
beyond
One, slash one slash ninety-one, my teacher six foot incher man said sit down
son
And let me tell you like I heard it when I don't desert it
It wadn't no other way to word it got my feelings scurred and
By the, bullet of bad, the singer of sad, songs to make you long for your mom
and your dad
Plaid class with poke-a-dots, I hope you ain't mad
Back up little mama I'm about to react

[Chorus]
Yup, we ain't just funky but wild, ah-ah
No, you don't want to see me clown, ah-ah
No, tomorrow sounds like right now, ah-ah

[Bridge]
People have ya party, but please dont be late
Its to bounce rock roller-skate, bounce rock roller-skate
Hey sexy mama, there's no time to waste
Its to bounce rock roller-skate, bounce rock roller-skate
At the party, fool around, ah baby
People have ya party, dont be late
Its to bounce rock roller-skate, bounce rock roller-skate

[Big Boi]
While Scotty is beaming LaPookie is skeeming
Wait to you still live in my name-go, while you snoozing I'm dreaming
I'm Tylenol PM, you mouth to the same thing everyday like Perdium
Never try to be nothing but that what you're being, one nation under the cool
should be the rule
Wether young man or young lady begins or starts grade school
Silence before violence, nine times out of ten times the quietest is the loudest
Bumplin' through your privates, Daddy Fat Sacks can I have your back, Naw
Ooh!, you're Such a playa, Ohh! your Southern ball
Got me scrawled out, in ya black book my name was crossed out
Went from starting the second string now in the dog house *WROOF*
Remenicing, the party was missing, instead of arguements you think about the
hugs and kisses
If this is, something, hard for you to think, you better bounce, rock,
roller-skate

[Chorus]

[Repeat first line of Chorus]

[Dre] 
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 

Chorus(2X) 
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang 
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane 
It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point) 
It's all about that ses in yo chest (It's the joint) 

[Big Boi] 
Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits 
It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits 
I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the 
Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch 
I used to sell dope, but in 1994 
I'm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik 
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin 
About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens 
She had me makin better grades to make a better life 
But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright 
I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit 
I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah 
It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now 
I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now 
I call the wild because it's time to take the streets 
So if you ain't got the burner, bring your big enough nuts (retreat) 
I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal 
Just an international playa, comin through your stereo 

Chorus(2X): 

[Dre] 
3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead 
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 

Chorus(2X): 

[Big Boi] 
It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin 
No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac 
I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun 
And got my pump under my seat, in case these yougstas wanna have some fun 
I'd do it if I have to, bustin caps with this a heat and load it clip up 
after clip 
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 

Chorus(2X) 

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 

Chorus: 
Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean 
(So fresh and so clean clean) 
Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses 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) 

(Big Boi) 
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 Ralo 
So follow it's your time 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 do hey you And might do some cake too 
But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make 
Cause 

Chorus 

(Andre 3000) 
Canary yellow seven house of business on display 
My nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims today 
So a nigga can ride out to the colorful hideout 
I'ma show you how to wild out like Jack Trippa 
Let me be bambino on your snippas 
YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard 
When I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold ya 
Like Noah I get crews to choose and you get pretty deep 
But i'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be there for me 
Cause 

Chorus 

(Andre 3000) 
??? baby aight that 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 your so damn frank 
Let's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks 
With change 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 

(And we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet 
(In my mind...) let's count this ballin ain't no need to plan it 
(But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic 
(Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic 
(repeat) 

(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) 

(feat. Killer Mike)

{*breathing hard*}
Okay, here we go

[Andre 3000 - singing]
Yeah I'm afraid, like I'm scared as a dog
But I've got a new song, and I want y'all to sang alooooooong
Sang aloooooooooong..
See this is the way that we walk on a sunny, day
when it's rainin inside and you're, all alooooooooone
All aloooooooooone - yeah!

[Chorus: OutKast - singing]
Cause the whole, world, loves it when you don't get down
(Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da)
And the whole, world, loves it when you make that sound
(Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da)
And the whole, world, loves it when you're in the news
(Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da)
And the whole, world, loves it when you sang the blues
(Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da)

[Andre 3000]
Take a little trip, hater pack 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 abbreviation, 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 up, throw a shell in it
Whatever floats your boat, or finds your lost remote
And this for dem niggaz workin at the airpo't
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] (overlaps Andre's last line)

[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 course, course
Make that track a corpse, corpse
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 doable
The only liable limitation is yourself
Dre set it on the right and I'll set it on the left, cause

[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 

[Dre] 
1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah! 
Inter-national, underground 
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!) 
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans 
You can't stop a train 
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared 
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, soaken' wet 
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat 
Hits somersaults without the net 
But this'll be the year that we won't forget 
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be 
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses 
Too hot, I'm jumpin' jail 
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell 
HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sell 
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail 
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma 
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of question with no answers 
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS 
Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for days 
Get back home, things are wrong 
We're not really able to spend all alone 
before he left, (?), to a ball of power 
Thousands of thousands miles per hour 
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breath, 
believe there's always more 
Ahhhhh! 

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 

[Big Boi] 
Uno, dos, tres, it's on 
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone? 
Like that there boy and will still stay street 
Big things happen every time we meet 
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek 
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street 
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep 
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat 
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club 
Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the 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 year, Jordan 
Never turn my back on my kids for them 
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top) 
Before you read up, get a laptop 
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals 
Make a fair dime out of dusty coal 
Record number four, but we on a roll 
Hold up, slow up, stop, control 
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is only 
A movin' like floor commin' straight to Florida 
Lock all your windows then block the quarters 
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in order 
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter 
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border 
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five 
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive 
When you come to A-town well you better not hide 
cause the Dungeon Family gonna 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 

(Big Boi) 
Well its the m i crooked letter coming around the south 
Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old southern slouch 
Please, ain't nothin but inscence in my atmosphere 
I'm bendin corners in my lac boi, cause that's how we be rollin here 
Deep, the slang is in effect because its Georgia 
Kickin they khakis and ... packin yo pieces cause you sposed to cousin 
Catfish and grits is how my flow flow 
Rollin steady in that caddy but them 50 bottles got to go 
See Juice and gin used to be my friend, from the begin 
And now i'm just a player sippin sauce, every now and then 
To catch a buzz like a bumble bee 
Niggaz who tried to fuck with me 
Get sprayed like raid cause it ain't nothin see 

(Andre) 
My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock 
No my heart don't pump no koolaid 
... and you'll get you spray 
Hooray yo block the one and only Outkast 
Many a nigga fallin fast and 
How you think you last-in 
Quickly, they ain't gone get me 
Got somethin fo'em 
The devil up in yo grill and you still don't even know'em 
Show'em, who's the ok 
Like collard greens and whole eggs 
I got soul, thats somethin that you ain't got 
That's why yo style is ro-ten, 
Stop in the land of ATL 
Where nothin but pimps, fully equiped 
Quick to make a sale, swell 
Rolling got my pocket fitness boomin light 
Rocket smoke tried to stop me but they know that its that... 

(Chorus) 
Its that southerplayalisticcaddilac funky music 
Now Players if you choose it 
You better make sure you don't abuse it 
We gonna get cha hiiiighh, hiiiighhh 

(Andre) 
Time to drop these bows, like dusty rhodes 
Then I yell ho 
We knockin em off they feet like a southern hustler supposed 
To do , I's in the house, house like 
A joint is lit fo my kin folks 
And all the niggas that was down, since we been broke 
Takin'em deeper than a submarine 
So scream when you hear the team of two 
My groove be thick as two fat hoes sittin off in a room 
I'm packin my tag backwards if you want to be actin wrong 
Word is bond like super glue 
Its funky like poopa scoop 
And every word I say you can true. 

(Big Boi) 
Well okey dokey kastout 
I swear to God I got the highest boomin cadillac 
The expialalistic coupe de ville 
Can you handle that you rat 
I take my time cruisin round the city malls 
And under my seat for you suckers its your final curtain call 
The one two to the guage p-u-m-p. 
You want to do a jack I heat the barrel till this hippi get me 
See i get friendly gettin in where i fit 
Organized is on the track with the southernplayalistic shit 
So copy my slang and bite my shit 
But don't try heckelin me 
Cause sleepin you'll get served with some southern hospitality 

(Chorus) 

(Big Boi) 

Well southernplayalisticadillac music has been layed 
I may wait for all the ... be rolling like that today hoes 
So back up off get up on it if you want it cha'll 
Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on player's ball yup 
So now I step, rather walk with the pimp 
Lit by, my niggaz are at east point 
With that college park hemp smoke style 
Is how I wanna end it on this track so I pass it to my partner 
And step back up in my cadillac 

(Andre) 
Step into my shoes, you crews sittin on truths 
And those for the hoes only when we rollin through 
Atlanta skies be blue 
The sun is beamin it seemin 
That i glisten, rather gleaming 
20/20 got me leaning to the side 
Feel the pride, now ain't that somethin 
I'm dippin into your hood 
This ain't braile, but i'm bumpin 
Thumpin out the roaches 
Dungeon if ya'll missed it 
Big Gimp, Goodie MOb, PA, Outkast 
Southernplaylistic 

Verse One: Andre 
Yessuh 
Let me dig into your brain, folks fallin like rain 
Property got me sellin thangs, guess I'm gon' explain 
Jane is rolled up, no gangs be throwed up 
But still Andre got action, they Sweat like Keith, all on my teeth 
I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinkin that you 
gots ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this 
I'm crumblin', no time for fumblin sellin my sacks watchin my back 
Wettin em up like splish, leavin em in a splash 
of blood, the clock is tickin niggaz from my block is missin 
I'm puttin it down like it be hot before we all get shot 
Got, only so much time in this bastard 
Bitter be claimin broke but I be sayin they pro-cras-ti-natin 
Settlin for less, bet' be ready 
when they roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and 
youse gone, up outta here for good 
Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood 
Yeah, whassup 

Chorus: 
There's only so much time left in this crazy world 
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb 
Niggaz can't let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan) 
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb 

Verse Two: Big Boi 
So check me out, see 
Once in a while when niggaz be tryin to test me I gets frisky 
Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huh 
I'm gettin nice with them thangs, because I do like that 
You heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to dat 
I run my lyrics the way y'all wanna hear em 
And shoot my dice like it's the brick the way that wall done flicks em 
Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin 
But I'm runnin niggaz over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it 
Ten millimeters count em nigga fuckin high 
See I added a millimeter for y'all niggaz doin crimes and drivebys 
Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers 
I flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckers 
Be boppin shots, like them hoes be poppin coochies 
and I still be spreadin bullets like them freaks be spreadin cooties 
So look here niggaz, I'm Huntin Red October 
I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over 

Chorus 

Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre 
Wooo! Big Boi 
Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it's empty 
That's where the erb be droppin, it's simply marvelous time is tickin 
But some of that time when I be layin vocals in the Dungeon 
Sugar Bear and Mon be smokin ounces like it ain't nuttin 
It ain't shit, to take another hit so hit it 
of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shit 
It's all day any til they label me deceased 
so fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world peace 

We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out 
like some merry men, cowards I be buryin 
Comin around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothin 
just like DJ do the cuttin I be havin your posse duckin nothin but 
King Shit, I am askin, sucka can you hand 
That player with the pepper throwin salt off in your game 
Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker don't be cryin on me 
That stuff the sess be in my chest until I'm chillin in peace, yeah 

Chorus 

Outro: Big Boi 

Ahhhh shit now 
Comin in like two fat hoes sittin off on Corn Flakes 
Droppin these thangs like french fries in hot grease 
Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, P.A., OutKast 
The J-O-I, just to let y'all niggaz know 
Forever pimpin never slippin that's how it is 
That how it's gon' be, that's how it was in the past 
that's how it's gon' be in the futures nigga 
It's all day eryday, so whatchu wanna do with it? 
Bring that shit on, knowhatI'msayin? Yeah 

[Andre 3000]
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas...
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

CHORUS: Andre 3000
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]
A baby drama mama, don't like me
She doing things like havin her boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio tryin to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I'll pay that
I love your mom and everything, see I aint the one who laid down
She wanna rip you up started cussin you all, my lawyer stay down
She never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fifths out, cookouts, on my child's birthday I aint invited
Despite it, show her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

CHORUS:
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 3000]
Me and your daughter
Got a special thang goin on
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
Hope that we feel this
Feel this way forever
You could plan a pretty picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson

Ten times out of nine, now if I'm blind fine
The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream
Bout that crib with the goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever?
Forever never seems that long until you're grown
And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abacadabra off to Sata
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he
Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one can't be, mad
So know just know that everything is cool
Yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation

CHORUS:
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 your lil nose ass homegirls got they ass up in the creek G
Without a pad on, you left the straddlin, ride this thing on out
And the union girl aint speakin no more cuz my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm talkin about, jealousy, and fidelity, envy
Cheating, beating, and to the G's they be the same thing
So who you placin the blame on, you keep on singin the same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your mama

CHORUS:
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

Intro: 
Scene was so thick, low rides, seventy-seven Sevilles 
El Dawgs, nuttin but them 'llacs 
All the players, all the hustlers, i'm talking about 
Black man heaven, yah know what i'm saying? Peace 

Verse One: 
it's beginnin to look a lot like what? 
follow my every step take notes 
on how i creep I's bout ta go in deep 
this is the way i creep my season 
here's my ghetto rep i kept to say 
the least no no it can't cease so i 
begin to piece my two and two together 
gots no snowy weather have to 
find something to do better bet! 
i said subtract so shut up that 
nonsense about some solid nine i got say 
crock if it ain't real it 
ain't right i'm like no matter what the season 
forever chill with spin i get my fin i chill with less 
and got my reasons so tell me what did you expect? 
you thought i'd break my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh 
now i got nuther means of celebratin i'm gettin biz to that ho-jo i 
gots the hoochie waitin i made it through 
to another year cain't ask fo much mo it's Outkast 
for the boots i thought you knew so now you know 
let's go 

Chorus 

all the players came from far and wide 
wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride 
now i'm here to tell yah there's a better day 
when the player ball is happenin on christmas day 

Verse Two 

hallelujah hallelujah yah know i do some things more different than i 
used ta coz i'm a player doing what the players do the package store is 
closed okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus i'm gettin serious i'm 
gettin curious coz the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this 
vicious i make no wishes coz the modern folk is in the back gettin tipsy 
off the nog-en and i's in a hellova contact smoke they havin a smoke out 
in my back seat they passing herb reminding verses coz it's in the air i 
hit the parks hit the cuts i'm makin switches clicking the switches side 
ta side lookin for bitches watchin for snitches i'm wide open on the 
freeway my pager broke my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three sixty 
five it's just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me 
grab my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me coz 
it's like that, yeah 

clever pimpin, never slipin, that's how it is [check it!] 

Verse Three 

ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so i won't be hangin my socks on no 
tip how far does it tick fix me a drink i got the remedy so bring in 
that ham [not!] don't need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like i'm smokin 
rocks i got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you 
know coz in ninety three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check my 
king ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on 

it goes hit me ten and i'll serve you then now we in the corner in my 
cadillac my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat i'm leaning back my 
elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the party 
we rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around i split my 
game while waiting count down a five fo a three two here comes the one a 
do yah have me copy folks spark another one 

here's a little something for all the players out there hustling, gettin 
down for theirs, from east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you 

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 

featuring Patrick Brown 

[Hook] 
Damn damn damn James 

[Patrick Brown] 
Dickie shorts & Lincoln's clean 
leanin' checking out the scene 
Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit 
Nigga where you wanna go? 
You know the club don't close 'til four 
let's party 'til we can't no more 
Watch out here come the folks 

[Dre] 
As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens 
Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-tech 
nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA 
via Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot where 
young men & young women go to experience 
they first li'l taste of the nightlife 
Me? Well I've never been there, well perhaps once 
But I was so engulfed in the Old "E" 
I never made it to the door you speak of hard core 
while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems 
and the troubles of the day 
While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors 
lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear 
competing with "Set it Off," in the right 
But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it 
"Hey hey look baby they playin' our song" 
And the crowd goes wild as if 
Holyfield has just won the fight 
But in actuality it's only about 3 A.M. 
and three niggas just don' got hauled 
off in the ambulance [sliced up] 
two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham] 
and one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout 
"Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?" 
It's just my interpretation of the situation 

[Hook] 

[Big Boi] 
When I first met my SpottieOttieDopalicious Angel 
I can remember that damn thing like yesterday 
The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion 
horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb 
on nappy ass hair 
I walked up on her & was almost paralyzed 
her neck was smelling sweeter 
than a plate of yams with extra syrup 
eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a nigga 
felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential 
My heart was beating so damn fast 
never knowing this moment would bring another 
life into this world 
Funny how shit come together sometimes [ya dig] 
One moment you frequent the booty clubs & 
the next four years you & somebody's daughter 
raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang 
that's if you're on top of your game 
and man enough to handle real life situations [that is] 
Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money 
might not always be sufficient but the 
United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office 
didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss 
So now you back in the trap just that, trapped 

featuring Goodie Mob 

Chorus:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin 
Don't let the days of your life pass by 
You need to git up, git out and git somethin 
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high 
You need git up, git out and git somethin 
How will you make it if you never even try 
You need to git up, git out and git somethin 
Cuz you and I got to do for you and I 

Cee-Lo: 
I don't recall, ever graduatin 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 livin 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 gon 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 somethin I don't. Do you have any suggestions? 
Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin 
Sick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleanin 
But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin 
I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin 
Naw, that ain't what I'm about 
Cee-Lo is just continue travelin his 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 fuckin broke Keds 
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart 
Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin 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 playas came and all the playas went 
A playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitch 
You need to git up, git out, git somethin 
Smoke out, cuz it's all about money, money, money 
Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat 
I hang with Rico Wade cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy 
I'm true to Organized, cuz they raised me 
I'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me 
And it's cool 
Yeah, real cool, get paid, fat pocks and all that other fat shit like 
that, ha-ha 

chorus 

Big Gipp: 
Alot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me 
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky in charge 
Like a piece of one of your spirits, got the mutants mind 
I'm gettin paranoid and steady lookin for the time 
It's eight in the mornin 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 diggin through the ash tray, hopin 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 somethin) 
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-dun-Deville, steady bouncin out the point to Camerton 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 
Cuz they know we're jumpin out a black Chevy truck and want trues to fall 
Here come the Red Dogs, I'm bustin out around the corner in my hog 
Dippin from the area, I'm scared 
So one of these bitches might wind up dead 
Cuz 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 burnin kinda slow 

chorus 

Dre: 
Y'all tellin me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why? 
Ain't nobody black runnin but crackers, so, why I got to register? 
I thinkin 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, 
A 
Y'all could not tell me nuthin, thought I hit that bottom rock 
At age 13, start workin at the loadin dock 
They layin my mama off of work, General Motors trippin 
But I come home bank like Hank, from hittin and dippin 
Doin dumb shit, not knowin what a nigga know now 
Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down 
I dips, over to East Point, still actin a fool 
Wastin my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin pool 
Cool is how I played the tenth grade 
I thought it was all about mackin hoes and wearin pimp fade 
Instead of bein in class, I'd rather be up in some ass 
Not, thinkin about them six courses that I need to pass 
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies 
Damn, that's fucked up. I shoulda listened when my mama told me 
That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later 
Figured she was talkin yin-yang, so I payed her no attention 
And kept missin 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: 

f/ Joi

[Joi]
Cool, moving cool, moving cool

[Andre 3000]
Cool, moving cool

[Andre 300 and Joi]
Movin cool, moving cool, yeah

[Andre 3000]
Hey, hey

[Joi]
Hey, hey

[Andre 3000 and Joi]
I can make a stone cold blind man see a better way
But when I'm around, you dont have to much to say
La, la, la, la, la, whoo, whoo

[Andre 3000]
You see there will always be someone, taller, darker
Maybe wit a little of cheese than I got
But really, shawty you dont need nobody else

[Hook: Andre 3000]
Cause baby I am (I am) the opening act (the opening act)
The headliner (the headliner) and the after party
after party, after party, after party, after party

[Joi]
I am all that you'll ever need
I trip on how everybody see's what I am but you
I thought you'd be brave enoguh to taste my bitch's brew
Well I thought I was dealing with a man, but you're a boy
You're a boy, you're a boy
I can give you everything you want, but I cant be your toy
Oh no, oh no!

[Hook: Andre 3000] - 2X

[Big Boi]
Hey shawty, look here for a minute, shawt, shawt
Oh, my bad, my bad execuse me
You corporate America, you corporate America
I meant to say lil' lady, you look so lovely lying in wait
Like a lemon licorice, lollypop
Waiting to be licked, we dont play
But you think the shit
Was that too harsh for you lobes
Too heavy for your mentrality I suppose
Got nerves like kryptonite
Superman couldnt bend those
Kindness kills callous
Like a D-Boy movin fifty p's of that work
From A-Town to Dallas movin cool

[Hook]

[Andre 3000]
Cause baby I am (I am) the opening act (the opening act)
The headliner (the headliner) {*fades away*}