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And the peaches and the mangos That you could sell for me What do you think my brain is made for Is it just a container for the mind? This great grey matter Sensei replied, What is your woman? Is she just a container for the child? That soft pink matter Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ohh Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you My God, shes giving me pleasure What if the sky and the stars are for show And the aliens are watching live From the purple matter? Sensei went quiet then violent And we sparred until we both grew tired Nothing mattered Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh, oh Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you My God, giving me pleasure Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure Pleasure over matter Hey, hey Since you been gone, I been having withdrawals You were such a habit to call I aint myself at all, had to tell myself, Naw She better with some fella with a regular job I didnt wanna get her involved By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe Hopped into my car; drove far Fars too close and I remember my memorys no sharp Butter knife, what a life, anyway Im building yall a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway? She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate Any of em that were un-southern, not me, cousin If models are made for modelin Thick girls are made for cuddlin Switch worlds and we can huddle then Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand Youd need no other man, wed flee to other lands Grey matter Blue used to be my favorite color Now I aint got no choice Blue matter Youre good at being bad, youre bad at being good For heavens sakes, go to hell, nah, knock on wood, hey Youre good at being bad For heavens sakes, go to hell For heavens sakes, go to hell Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood Well, frankly, when that ocean so mufucking good Make her swab the mufucking wood Make her walk the mufucking plank Make her rob a mufucking bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver

One, two, three, uh! My baby dont mess around Because she loves me so, and this I know for sure But does she really wanna But cant stand to see me walk out the door? Dont try to fight the feeling Cause the thought alone is killing me right now Thank God for Mom and Dad For sticking two together cause we dont know how Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! You think youve got it, oh, you think youve got it But got it just dont get it till theres nothing at all We get together, oh, we get together But separates always better when theres feelings involved If what they say is, Nothing is forever Then what makes, then what makes, then what makes Then what makes, what makes, what makes love the exception? So why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh Are we so in denial when we know were not happy here? Yall dont wanna hear me, you just wanna dance Hey ya! Hey ya! Dont want to meet your daddy Hey ya! Just want you in my Caddy Hey ya! Dont want to meet your mama Hey ya! Just want to make you cum-a Hey ya! Im, Im, Im, Im just being honest Hey ya! Im just being honest Hey, all right now, all right now, fellas Now, whats cooler than being cool? I cant hear ya I say whats, whats cooler than being cool? All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right Okay now, ladies Now, we gon break this thing down in just a few seconds Now, dont have me break this thing down for nothing Now, I want to see yall on your baddest behavior Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor Ah, here we go! Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, sh-shake it Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, shake it, sh-shake it Shake it like a Polaroid picture, hey ya! Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, sh-shake it Shake it, shake it , shake it, sugar Shake it like a Polaroid picture Now, all the Beyoncés and Lucy Lius And baby dolls, get on the floor You know what to do, oh, you know what to do You know what to do Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya!

People around you should really have nothing to say Me, Im just proud of the fact that youve done it your way And the weekends here, started it right Even if you only get part of it right Live for today, plan for tomorrow Party tonight, party tonight Dying to meet your girlfriends that you said you might bring If theyre the ones that tell you that you do the right thing, ooh Houston girls, love the way it goes down Atlanta girls love the way it goes down Vegas girls love the way it goes down But I gotta say, Oh, baby, oh baby, why is this so familiar? Just met her, already feel like I know the real her You must of done this before, this cant be your first time We must of been here before, its still fresh on my mind You got that shit that somebody would look for but wont find You must of done this before, this cant be your first time They keep telling me dont save you If I ignore all that advice, then something isnt right Then who will I complain to? But the weekends here, started it right Even if I only get part of it right Live for today, plan for tomorrow Party tonight, party tonight You got your guards up, I do too Theres things we might discover Cause you got a past and I do too Were perfect for each other Houston girls love the way it goes down Atlanta girls love the way it goes down Vegas girls love the way it goes down But I gotta say, Oh, baby, oh baby, why is this so familiar? Just met her, already feel like I know the real her You must of done this before, this cant be your first time We must of been here before, its still fresh on my mind You got that shit that somebody would look for but wont find You must of done this before, this cant be your first time Cause to her Im just a rapper and soon shell have met another So if tonights an accident, tomorrow well recover And I know Im not supposed to judge a book by its cover I dont wanna be in the blind but sometimes I Stevie Wonder About her, and she with it If Im with it, and Im with it I know what makes her smile but I wan know what makes her different Or should I just be realistic? Lipstick on the glass I know this aint your first but its better than your last; Tunechi You must of done this before, this cant be your first time We must of been here before, its still fresh on my mind You got that shit that somebody would look for but wont find You must of done this before, this cant be your first time Shower her with dollar tips, shawty went and bought a whip Guarantee the city remember your whole name You throw the ho a scholarship, all of them aint all equipped And this saddens me, I see the pecking order Quote on quote, bad bitches work the whole floor Those that get laughed at sit off in the corner Like a lab rat, nobody want her Niggas that are married dont wanna go home But we look up to them, they wish they were us They want some new trim, we lust for some trust Now the both of us are colorblind Cause the other side looks greener Which leaves your turf in the Boise state Cant see her play or the team, cause Everybody has an addiction; mine happens to be you And those who say they dont Souls will later on say to them, That aint true All of them will have an opinion But yall know what yall can do with them But if you unsure, Ill take you on tour To a place you can stick that in Well, sitting here sad as hell Listening to Adele, I feel you baby Someone Like You, more like someone unlike you Or something thats familiar maybe And I can tell that she wants a baby And I can yell, girl, that youre crazy Oh, what the hell? Nope, cant be lazy Please be careful, bitches got the rabies

Yeah, this one right here goes out To all the babys mamas mamas Mamas, mamas, baby mamas mamas Yeah, go like this Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times My babys drama mama dont like me She be doin things like havin them boys Come from her neighborhood to the studio, tryna fight me She needs to get a piece of the American pie and take her bite out Thats my house, Ill disconnect the cable and turn the lights out And let her know her grandchild is a baby and not a pay check Private school, daycare, shit, medical bills—I pay that I love your mom and everything But see, I aint the only one who laid down She wanna rib you up to start a custody war My lawyers stay down She never got a chance to hear my side of the story We was divided She had fish fries, cookouts for my childs birthday, I aint 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 Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Me and your daughter got a special thang goin on You say its puppy love; we say its full-grown Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever You can plan a pretty picnic but you cant predict the weather Ms. Jackson Ten times out of nine, now if Im lyin, find The quickest muzzle, throw it on my mouth and Ill 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 youre grown And notice that the day-by-day ruler cant be too wrong 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 Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me had I pray so much about it, need some knee pads It happened for a reason, one cant be mad So know this, know that everythings cool And yes, I will be present on the first day of school and graduation Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Look at the way he treats me Shit, look at the way you treat me You see, your little nosy-ass homegirls Done got your ass sent up the creek, G Without a paddle, you left to straddle and ride this thing on out Now you and your girl aint speakin no more Cause my dick all in her mouth Know what Im talkin about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy, cheating, beating In the year 2G, they be the same thing So who you placin the blame on? You keep on singin the same song; let bygones be bygones And you can go on and get the hell on, you and your mama Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times

I found the truth beneath your lies And true love never has to hide True love never has to hide Ill trade your broken wings for mine Trade your broken wings for mine Ive seen your scars and kissed your crime, oh Seen your scars and kissed your crime So many people that I know, theyre just tryna touch ya Kiss up and rub up and feel up Kiss up and rub up and feel up on you Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again Im gonna kiss up and rub up and feel up Kiss up and rub up and feel up on you All night long Love all night long Sweet love all night long Sweet love all night long All I wanna, aint no other We together, I remember Sweet love all night long Our love was stronger than your pride Beyond your darkness, Im your light, oh If you get deep, you touch my mind If you get deep, you touch my mind Baptize your tears and dry your eyes, oh Baptize your tears and dry your eyes So many people, I know that theyre just tryna touch ya Kiss up and rub up and feel up Kiss up and rub up and feel up on you Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again Im gonna kiss up and rub up and feel up Kiss up and rub up and feel up on you All night long Love all night long Sweet love all night long Sweet love all night long All I wanna, aint no other We together, I remember Sweet love all night long They say true loves the greatest weapon To win the war caused by pain, pain But every diamond has imperfections But my loves too pure to watch it chip away Boy, nothing real can be threatened True love breathes salvation back into me With every tear came redemption And my torturer became my remedy So many people, I know that theyre just tryna touch ya Kiss up and rub up and feel up Kiss up and rub up and feel up on you Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again Im gonna kiss up and rub up and feel up Kiss up and rub up and feel up on you All night long Love all night long Sweet love all night long Sweet love all night long All I wanna, aint no other We together, I remember Sweet love all night long How I missed you, my love

Baby lion goes Where the islands go You say you never saw this comin, well, youre not alone Million dollar renovations to a happy home My ex says she gave me the best years of her life I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right I wake up, assessin the damages Checkin MediaTakeOut Pictures of me drunk walkin out with a bitch But its blurry enough to get the fake out I wake up, all veggies no eggs I hit the gym, all chest no legs Yep, then I made myself a smoothie Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago Ándale, ándale E.I, E.I, uh-oh You had me drivin far enough to switch the time zone You was the best of all time at the time though Yeah, you wasnt mine though But I still drove thirty hours And I, I still drove thirty hours to you, yeah I remember rappin for Jay and Cam Young producer just trying to get his flows off I remember being nervous to do Victorias Secret Til I pictured everybody with they clothes off Expedition was Eddie Bauer edition Im drivin with no winter tires in December Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, like a private school for women Then I get there and all the Popeyes is finished, girl You dont love me, you just pretendin I need a happy beginnin, middle and endin Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago Its gettin hot in here, thats all that I know Got a hotel room, three stars for you You call down for an omelet, girl, its 5 in the morning You realize we at the DoubleTree, not the Aria Only thing open is Waffle House, girl, dont start with me I used the Western Union for you like its no prob Cause you was in college complainin bout its no jobs But you were suckin a nigga dick the whole time Well, I guess a blowjobs better than no job And I drove back thirty hours Where the main ties onto the sail Better on sighting For astern, oh 3 Stacks, can you help me out? Thirty hours Yeah, this type of shit you just ride out to Thirty hours Thirty hours I just be like, it was my idea to have an open relationship Now a nigga mad Now Im bout to drive ninety miles like Matt Barnes to kill Thirty hours Just to kill Just to Just to Im about to drive ninety Ninety miles like Matt Barnes just to whoop a nigga ass It was my idea and now a nigga Now a nigga mad, now a nigga, uh A stunna Whoop him after school just to show I got class Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh-duh with you, yeah You know what Im sayin? Drop some shit like that Ayy, ayy whoop him after school just to Thirty hours Whoop him after school just to show I got class Uh, 3 Stacks Thirty hours Just ride out to that Check it out: this the bonus track, this the bonus Thirty hours My favorite albums used to have like bonus joints like this Thats why they kick it off like this Yeah, just did that Madison Square Garden Thirty hours Had to put the flyest nigga on this shit, ayy, ayy The pyramids shall rise Thirty hours Look at these ultralight beams flowin For all the moms, the dads, the kids, the families that shared this moment with us Lets rock out for bout Thirty hours You know, ayy, you know Ayy, you know, ayy, you know Thirty hours Whole design team, Yeezy team, music team Remember when the whole blockd get shout out? This my version of a shout-out track Thirty hours Let that mothafucka rock, let that, let that, yeah To my brother Yasiin, holding it down in Africa Thirty hours To my family: thank you for holding me down The media be acting like Thirty hours Thats Gabe calling Yo Gabe Im just doing a— Im just doing an adlib track right now Whats up? Thirty hours Thirty hours

I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me Things I dont understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it but today Im yelling Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe Look inside of my soul And you can find gold and maybe get rich Hol up Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks But now my album platinum and shit, so what? Yall keep the numbers Im more than another statistic, my nigga This courtesy of Compton Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker Love me on the East like Im Chuck D Dominicans wish that I was born there Im lookin to be the god MC You look at my hat and see thorns there I look at the game and see porn there Im fuckin this industry hard Im bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey You thought I was fresh out the yard Dont cry to me dummy, youre a lightweight They tell me you nice and Im like wait Go get me a knife, youre looking like steak And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days And when the water reside, youre Bobby Boucher But we aint thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga I got a P89 in a suitcase I know you heard me, nigga, this is a burpee, nigga Lyrical exercise, right now, homie, Im in the extra vibe Pipe down, on the curb, when you heard that I got these words To the upper echelon, thats excellent I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me Things I dont understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it but today Im yelling Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe Up in the clouds, me and my spouse Rumors on the ground gettin too loud Please turn them shits down, cant hear myself think Turbulence, shit, almost spilled my drink In the White House with a mink Running through that bitch like its my house All up in the hall like a mall Told you motherfuckers, all I do is ball No, I dont member you, I dont intend to Empty my memory bank Its a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank Sittin next to Hillary smellin like dank Presidential pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him Ill wait Ive been in my wave like 20 years straight Ive been on my vibe like 20 years straight Dont fuck up my high, fuck up my high Nights like this, I could fuck up a pie An still be straight Fall back, bitch, I got a lot on my plate Dont waste my breath I dont know how many moons a nigga got left Back to this joint, smokin this shit like Im tryna prove a point Im the highest, the highest title, numero uno Kill my vibe, thats your motherfuckin funeral Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, niggas pissed off I ministered this generation by far Leader of the new school On my toes like a ballerina, who knew Id be Black Swan? World in my palms, ironically I am the Globetrotters best cause I didnt drop the ball Told niggas when I was 16 That Id write a 16 to put a nigga right on the big screen In the paddy wagon with six teens Should have been in the pen But now my pen write with morphine I heal niggas, touch down with more fiends I kill niggas, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket Cardio lap, was running for dear life But now Im running the map, bitch, Im here nigga Picture lil ole me giving a fuck for what a fuck nigga gotta say Nigga, you never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre You aint get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban Nigga, Puff Daddy wasnt your favorite So many washed up with detergent But I dont dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose Like blah, Mini-14 like blah Empty out another magazine like blah Let a young nigga get by I kill em all when they try to kill my vibe I am the bad, the good god, the last the hood got The last that would try to pass a good job If Shawns a black Beatle then I need a 10 second drum solo Bitch see you at Woodstock, ah!

Caroline , see, Caroline All the guys would say shes 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, now dig this, now even though Youd need a golden calculator to divide The time it took to look inside and realize That real guys go for real down to Mars girls, haha, yeah I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Caroline, , see Shes the reason for the word bitch I hope shes speedin on the way to the club Tryna hurry up to get to a baller or singer or somebody like that And try to put on her make up in the mirror and crash, crash Crash into a ditch She needs a golden calculator to divide The time it takes to look inside and realize That real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Well, shes got a hotties 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 balling? I said Darling, you sound like a prostitute pausing Oh, so youre one them freaks Get geeked at the sight of an ATM receipt But game been peeped, droppin names, shes weak Trickin off this bitch is lost, must take me for a geek A quick way to eat, a neat place to 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 dont 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 youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, I I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Better come back down to Mars Girl, quit chasing cars What happens when the dough gets low Bitch, you aint that fine, no way, no way, no way Better come back down to Mars Girl, quit chasing cars What happens when the dough gets low Bitch, you aint that fine, no way, no way, no way Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be And I apologize if this message gets you down Then I CCed every girl that Id see-see round town And hate to see yall frown but Id rather see her smilin Wetness all around me, true, but Im no island Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense, I know crazy Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap, no looking back Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped Im so like a pimp, Im glad its night So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon, high jump the broom Like a preemie out the womb, my partner yelling, Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider, read some liter- Ature on the subject; you sure? Fuck it You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic If that bitch do you dirty, well wipe her ass out as in detergent Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar I know you aint a pimp, but pimp, remember what I taught ya: Keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart Ayy, keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks, these girls is smart Play your part, play your part My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover Money on the dresser, drive a Kompressor Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser Trash like to fuck with forty dollars in the club Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love She be cross country, givin all that she got A thousand a pop, Im pullin Bentleys off the lot I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red Every time we hit the parkin lot we turn heads Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary Your bitch chose me, you aint a pimp, you a fairy Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah Baby, you been rollin solo, time to get down with the team The grass is greener on that other side if you know what I mean Ill show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl When I say my girl, I dont mean my woman, that aint my style Need a real street stalker to walk a green mile We piling up the paper on the dining room table Cause you able to realize Im the truth and not a fable We rocking Russian sable, keep that chilla on the rack What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back? Im a million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitch Put my pimpin in your life, watch ya daddy get rich Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3 Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N B Cause whats a ho with no pimp, and whats a pimp with no hoes? Dont be a lame, you know the game and how it goes We tryna get chose Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah Eeny meeny decisions, with precision I pick, or Make my selection on who I choose to be wit, girl Dont touch my protection, I know you want it to slip But slippin is somethin I dont do, tippin for life Thats like makin it rain every month on schedule Let me tell you, get your parasol umbrella Cause its gonna get wetter, better prepare ya for the C support She supposed to spend it on that baby, but we see she dont Ask-ask Paul McCartney, the lawyers couldnt stop it Slaughter-slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket Send her in to outer space, I know he wish he could Cause he payin 20K a day, that bitch is eating good Like an infant on a double D titty, just getting plump Cause you miscalculated the next to the-the last pump Dump-dump in the gut, raw from the giddy up Better choose that right one or pick-pick the kiddies up Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah Ahh, I choose you baby...

Ayy Ayy, so now Im So low that I can see under the skirt of an ant So low that I dont get high no more When I Geronimo, I just go, Heh Solo, my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend So low that I can admit When I hear that another kid is shot by the popo It aint an event no more So low that no more high horses, so hard to wear Polo When I do, I cut the pony off Now theres a hole where there once was a logo, how fitting So low that I can give a fuck about what is trending Tryna cut down on my spending Regardless of winning, instead of pretending And bending over backwards Over half of these hoes had work done Sayin they want something real from a man Just saying it, we being real persons I hate that its like this, I feel for you, ant I dont know what its like with a skirt on So pardon me if I am being insensitive But darling, this only worsens So low my halo stay way low, it feels like its bent So low that when they throw pussy or pesos Dont pay no attention to it So low that I am no rookie, but feel like a kid Lookin at the other kids With astonishment while Im on punishment Watchin the summer come close to an end After twenty years in, Im so naive I was under the im— Pression that everyone wrote they own verses Its comin back different and, yeah, that shit hurts me Im hummin and whistlin to those not deserving Ive stumbled and lived every word, was I working just way too hard?

2 AM, howlin outside Lookin, but I cannot find Dont you fall asleep this time I been on a long way drive Only you can stand my mind Only you can fix inside So if I make it out tonight Lets make it a badass time Okay, I got it, copy 20/20 but I cant see nobody One eye open, Illuminati This might be the verse that make em drop me Aint makin friends, we just makin hobbies No, that wasnt my girl, that was just a hobby Call up 50, tell em load up the lobby Elevator up, no need to find me, yeah, yeah X-ray vision, see through you niggas Newspaper stand, we press the issue We aint sendin shots, we launchin missiles Checkin Third Ward, Im goin mental Fuckin up my room, Ive been rackin up incidentals Cookin on a tune, Ive been cheffin up instrumentals Nothin else to do when youre ridin in the When you ridin in the, in the back of the back seat Driver run the miles up like Im runnin a track meet Gotta watch my back now, cause these niggas at me All black in a Benz when I pull up on ya They dont want to see me in the ends, in the ends Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah To them Im a big dick, a cheque and some laughter I guess its all survival but please be careful, uh I gave up on the Bible long time ago, uh Oh, I hope it aint give up on me, I dont know, ha I came up in the town, they were murderin kids, hmm And dumped em in the creek up from where I live Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around We runnin through the sprinkler lookin around Killer would show up with boxes of pizza, uh And said he had a label recruitin people Put that on my grandma and everything, yeah My homie said he told em his name was Wayne It couldve been me or couldve been you too But what a memory, it may need interludes Whats gon patch up my inner tube So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro now, yeah In the ends, Ima kick your door down, oh yeah We keep wildin out the Mo now, oh yeah Keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya

Yeah, I was born a misfit Grew up 10 miles from the town of Ipswich Wanted to make it big, I wished it to existence I never was a sick kid, always dismissed quick Stick to singing, stop rappin like its Christmas And if youre talkin money, then my conversations shiftin My dreams are bigger than just bein on the rich list Might be insanity, but people call it gifted My face is goin numb from the shit this stuff is mixed with Watch how the lyrics in the songs might get twisted My wife wears red, but looks better without the lipstick Im a private guy and you know nothin bout my business And if I had my 15 minutes, I must have missed em 20 years old is when I came in the game And now its eight years on and you remember the name And if you thought I was good, well, then Im better today But its ironic how you people thought Id never be great I like my shows open-air, Tokyo to Delaware Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked You know I want way more than I already got Give me a song with Eminem and 50 Cent in the club You know it aint my time to call it a day I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy I can still remember tryna shop a deal From Taco Bell to TRL I climbed the Billboard charts to the top until As fate would have it , became an addict Funny cause I had pop appeal But they said time would tell if Id prevail And all I did was put nine-inch nails In my eyelids now Im seein diamond sales like Im in Zales Without a doubt, by any means If rap was skinny jeans, I couldnt do anything in em Id be splitting seams of denim when Im spitting schemes Which really means, no if, ands, or buts are squeezin in between You sleep on me cause youre only fuckin with me in your dreams Not even when Im on my deathbed Man, I feel like Ed, it isnt time to drop the mic yet So why would I quit? The thought that I would stop when Im dead Just popped in my head I said it, then forgot what I said It isnt my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy Aint nobody cold as me, I dress so fresh, so clean You can find me in my whip, rockin my Fendi drip Man, you know just what I mean Shinin, wrist with the rocks on it, Buscemis with locks on it Everything my voice on, this shit knock, dont it? Balenciaga saga, Im in Bergdorf ballin Its just another episode, my hoes, I spoil em She like the fly shit and I like to buy shit Shit, Im gettin stupid money, what else we gon do with money? Bitch, we be ballin out, the king bring you 50 bottles Tonight, we gon blow a check, worry bout your shit tomorrow The turn up be so real, we bout to be super lit Boy, Im kickin straight facts, thats just how we do this shit Tomorrow, we hangin over til we start feelin sober Then its time to start it over, here we go again You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid And its about time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy

K-K-K-K-K-K-Mac All that bullshits for the birds, you aint nothing but a vulture Always hoping for the worst, waiting for me to fuck up Youll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah Who knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean when I tell her keep it drama free Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah Chu-chuckin up them deuces Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah Told you that Im leaving, deuces Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah I know youre mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck And now Im finna throw them deuces up What you mean I aint call you? I hit you when I landed Im waitin in my hotel room Seems like were arguin more and its gettin less romantic Yeah, I think shell be able to tell soon But Ill fuck you right, I will, I fuck you right, I will Ill fuck you like no one has ever, ever made you feel I mean, this part of our relationships amazin still I might just put up with the arguin and stay, for real You lookin bad, girl, for goodness sakes You with all those curves, and me without no brakes, ooh Im willin to work it out however long it takes you You feel like you miss those happy days Well, girl, that makes two of us, our timing is wrong Your friends always tyin up every line on your phone Yeah, but tell them bitches that youll always be my missus And the hardest part about the fuckin business Is mindin your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off We just yell until we tired, then I break you off Its useless, all this fightin, lets get past it now Even when I throw them deuces, you just send it back around Your wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan Ayy, look at what we livin in, here we go with this again I just keep on talkin, but I guess that you aint listenin Rather run around with them nothin-ass bitches then Go on, got me hot, smokin like a chimney We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemies Deep inside it’s killin me, but soon its gon be killin you To see her in that two-seater, know thats gon hurt your feelings, boo Ah ha, didn’t you think you would be over me by now? So you go sleepin with them clowns, they are no relief She spoke her piece, I know, capisce So love must be let go, released, into the wind Again, again, and deuces I must throw ya, peace You know what, yo? You a bitch You should have a travel agent, ‘cause you a trip You should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit But all you got is some fuckin issues, you fuckin bitch I hate niggas, but I love your mom Give her a kiss for me, her second son Get your mind right, baby, or get your shit together You gonna be hot a little while, Ima be rich forever Girl seducers, they come in deuces But when I cut em off they always become a nuisance Niggas take my old flows and they take my old swag He just took my old bitch and turned it to his new bitch Im stupid, but I wont get my drama on What Im dealin with is too real for me to comment on Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth So when you talk bout “you know who” I dont know who you talkin bout According to my old bish, I be on some new ish She was on some oldish, now I got a new bish Think I give two-ish? You aint gonna do ish Meet my two fingers, intro-deuces If you knew better, youd do better Wanna get the middle finger, but I got two better So you gonna diss me Even though you know it’s wrong Know you gon miss me a little when I’m gone Drizzy voice Now Im ghost, baby, four-door Rizzy Royce Tryna work it out might be a bad business choice Im bout my business, boys, plus I make paper Come on, thats old news, yesterdays paper Oh, you talkin, what about? If it aint how I kept you studded out You might as well shut your mouth Youll never score another me, Ill shut it out Act like theres gum in your hair, girl, cut it out! Got a pocket full of hundreds, she the only one thats missin Got a bucket full of ice, and a watch to go with it Got a racin Lamborghini, have my homies scared to drive Haters better put their head down, they know that boy be fly All the charter planes, now I’m talkin ballers slang R.O.Z.A.Y. on that wall in that Hall of Fame I let my denim sag, red Louis belt How can you love me, baby? First, you gotta love yourself The farewell email from a female But I’m a playa, aint gonna tell you all the details What it entails is hard to say, like sellin seashells By the seashore, but she’s not a bore But neither a whore who needs to know more The kind you can’t ignore but want to open the door for Or run in your favorite store, and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it aint yours I did things for her; aint rich, aint poor I wanted to do more, but hell, I just aint know her Well enough to know if this is all she came for But enough to know tonight excited she came four Times to my cousin house to see if I was there Get your minds out the gutter, man We out here tryna have a good time And here I am, all heavy with the words where Somebody thats a nerd, likely fast forward But, shit, they asked for it It’s hard to throw up them deuces ‘Cause when you know it’s juicy You start to sound like Confucius when makin up excuses Chase Cabooses until the track gone I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin sad songs Im on some new shit Im chucking my deuces up to her Im moving on to something better, better, better No more tryna make it work You made me wanna say bye bye Say bye bye, say bye bye to her You made me wanna say bye bye Say bye bye, say bye bye to her

Yuh Uh-huh 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 Its him and I: Aquemini Yeah Now is the time to get on—like Spike Lee said, Get on the Bus Go get your work and keep your beeper chirping—its a must Is you on that dust or corn starch? Familiar with that smack, man? The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack-man Pacman, how in the fuck you think we gon do that, man? Riding round Old National on eighteens without no gat, man Im strapped, man, and ready 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, swung hard when it was fitting But now, we tapping the brakes from all them corners that we be bending In Volkswagens and Bonnevilles, Chevrolets and Coupe de Villes If you aint got no rims, nigga, dont get no wood-grain steering wheel, for real You can go on and chill out and still build Let your paper stack stead of going into overkill And pay your fuckin beeper bill, bitch Yeah Yuh, yuh Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes, Y Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain And nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain Its him and I: Aquemini Twice upon a time, there was a boy who died Lived happily ever after, but thats another chapter Live from home of the brave, with dirty dollars Beauty parlors, baby ballers, bowling-ball Impalas Street scholars, 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 you selling, what you bought, so cut that big talk Lets walk to the bridge—meet me halfway Now you may see some children dead off in the pathway Its them poor babies walking slowly to the candy lady Its looking bad— Need some hope like the words maybe, if, or probably More than a hobby When my turntables get wobbly, they dont fall Im sorry, yall, I often drift—Im talking gift So when it comes, you never look the horse inside its grill Of course, you know I feel like the bearer of bad news Dont want to be it, but its needed, so what have you? Now, question: Is every nigga with dreads for the cause? Is every nigga with golds for the fall? Naww, so dont get caught up in appearance Its OutKast, Aquemini: another Black experience Okay 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 Its him and I: Aquemini The name is Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax, the nigga that like them Cadillacs I stay down with these streets cause these streets is where my folks at Better know that, some say we pro-Black, but we professional We missed a lot of church, so the music is our confessional Get off the testicles and the nutsacks, you bust round, we bust back G—Get back for real niggas thats out here tryna spit facts You ear that? You cant come near that, maybe you need to quit Because Aquemini is Aquarius and the Gemini running shit Like this, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My mind warps and bends, floats the wind, count to ten Meet the twin, André Ben, welcome to the lions den Original skin, many men comprehend I extend myself, so you go out and tell a friend Sin all depends on what you believing in Faith is what you make it—thats the hardest shit since MC Ren Alien can blend right on in with your kin Look again, cause I swear, I spot one every now and then Its happening again, wish I could tell you when André, this is André, yall are just gon have to make amends Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes, Y Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain And nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain Its him and I: Aquemini Master: Finally, Igor! Weve done it, weve done it! Igor: Yes, master! Yes, master! Master: Igor, weve done it! Both: Uh-oh

Check it Well its the M-I-crooked letter, aint no one better And when Im on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Cause Im cooler than a polar bears toenails Oh hell, there he go again talking that shit Bend corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve I heard its not where youre from but where you pay rent Then I heard its not what you make but how much you spent You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but Im not worried Cause when we step up in the party; like a mouse, you scurry So go get your fucking shine box and your sack of nickels It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles Daddy Fat Sax, B-I-G B-O-I Its that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you dont listen Giving the shout-out to my Uncle Darnell locked up in prison Now throw your hands in the air And wave em like you just dont care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, O-Yea-yer Now throw your hands in the air And wave em like you just dont care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, O-Yea-yer Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral stimulation To the female gender, aint nothing better Let me know when its wet enough to enter If not Ill wait, because the future of the world depends on If or if not the child we raise gon have that nigga syndrome Or will it know to beat the odds regardless of the skin tone? Or will it 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? They alienate-us cause we different keep your hands to the sky Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what I preach aint no lie Ill 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 dont care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, O-Yea-yer Now throw your hands in the air And wave em like you just dont care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, O-Yea-yer Every day I sit while my nigga be in school Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone Honey, Im home but Im not married Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated And now Im sitting at the end of the month I just made it Like you made the B team, and like your daddys wife you making that coffee You heard the ATLiens, so back the hell up off me Softly as if I played piano in the dark Found a way to channel my anger now to embark The worlds a stage and everybody gots to play their part God works in mysterious ways, so when he starts The job of speaking 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 Im ready for war, okay Now throw your hands in the air And wave em like you just dont care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, O-Yea-yer Now throw your hands in the air And wave em like you just dont care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, O-Yea-yer

J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League Huh! This is special Extremely special When sixteen aint enough When sixteen aint enough Ooh, yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah When sixteen aint enough When sixteen aint enough Ooh, yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah Its funny because, its been on my mind lately Having a dope beat, a dope idea Sixteen bars aint enough! How the fuck, can I squeeze my whole life into a sixteen-bar verse? You know, so many different levels, to living your life and Depicting, with your wordplay Exactly what life means to you, and sixteen aint enough I know yall gonna feel me on this one You gotta feel me on this one, huh! Its funny how things change, funny how time fly More than my feet travel, the more that I feel fly More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account Eisenhower status, Etta James on the dash Smooth as John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac Seville, feel my life on the real We the Last Poets so this is a world premiere Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton And all I wanted was one, sixteen aint enough Talking that fast money, fifteen every month When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more Everything I ever wore was once worn before Roll with the punches now its box office numbers Dressed like Sammy Davis, steaming my marijuana Double M Gs, double M fees We in every hood, nigga: government cheese Yacht to Yachtmasters, Ol Dirty Bastard Floor seat for the Heat, paper that Im stackin Better put away a penny for the rainy days Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away Living like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles Started off with a scribble, now Im flowing a river She say my heart cold, Im naming my son December Whitney died night before the Grammys – damn, what a memory Trump Tower and I started with a 10 speed Born broke, had to use a niggas instincts Now I get a hundred racks for the sixteen Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen Niggas hating, Im just watching on the big screen Three Stacks on the beat and the kicks mean When sixteen aint enough When sixteen aint enough Ooh, yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah When sixteen aint enough When sixteen aint enough Ooh, yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah You know how sometimes you got so much to say but They on-, they only give you sixteen? Hehehe Man its like, I mean, I got so much to say The world has said so much to me And I just wanna give right back to em But, I only get sixteen, thats like a cage, you know? I really cant say what I wanna say, you know? Its just a glimpse, thats all Just one uh, one little single glimpse, just a page But I guess Im defeating the purpose of doing all this talking Aight Summer 88, or was it 89? Or was it wintertime? Aw never mind Im in my room, booming Drawin LL Cool J album covers with Crayolas on construction paper Im tryna fuck my neighbor, Im tryna hook my waves up Im tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups Before lil Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup Before my voice would break up, before wed tour them shake clubs Before my mama wake up, before my crumbs would cake up Before they tell me they love me and well never break up Before the time she makes love to someone that I thought was my homeboy But boy, was I wrong now I dont budge, dont want much, just a roof and a porch And a Porsche, and a horse and unfortunately but of course An assortment of torches that scorches the skin When they enter, intruders whose tutors did A lousy job, hows he God if he lets Lucifer let loose on us? That noose on us wont loosen up but loose enough to juice us up Make us think we do so much and do it big Like they dont let us win, I cant pretend But I do admit, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate Hence, why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches Then go grab the finest wine and drink it Like we know which grape and which region it came from As if we can name em; hint-hint—it aint, um, Welchs Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler Yall cant measure my worth But when you try, youll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods Because the odds have always been stacked against me when backs against the wall I feel right at home, yall sitting right at home All Kellygreen with envy while Im jelly beans descending Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smile With such a devilish grin, like Where the hell have you been? Shes yelling, Selling’s a sin, well, so is telling young men That selling is a sin if you don’t offer new ways to win A dolphin gon shake his fin, regardless if he gets in Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim And Flipper didn’t hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue? I miss the days of old when one could hold his gal on his arm And not set off these alarms, when camera’s snap-snap-snap Return fire, pap-pap-pap pap pap-pap pap pap They’ll learn why, mere privacy, so essential They wont make no laws, I break their laws til they see out our window I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle Forsake them all, I hate them all, don’t like em, don’t pretend to Yeah something tells me, we ain’t in Kansas anymore All that shit that used to be cool ain’t cool anymore All the women we were pursuing, now they want more And they deserve it all, don’t settle for what ain’t yours When sixteen aint enough When sixteen aint enough Ooh yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah When sixteen aint enough When sixteen aint enough Ooh, yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah Breakdown, breakdown Does your mama know you see me? Does she know youre freaky? Does she ever wonder if its bout ya I am speaking? Do you ever ponder where Im at when you get sleepy? How the hell Im gonna tell the youth dont be me? Yeah Hahahahah, hahahah, I love it Does your daddy think you perfect? Does he know for certain? Does he know how you act when you pull back all them curtains? Do he think Im 2Pac cause Im Black and put the words in? Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman? Yeah Hahahah, its funny because, we couldve short-changed you But because we love you, we go that extra mile Break it down for em, André, huh! Next level, amazing

One, two One, two, three, yeah! Inslumnational, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground Like a million elephants or silverback orangutan You cant stop the train Who want some dont come unprepared Ill be there, but when I leave there Bet Ill be a household name Weather man tellin us it aint gon rain So now we sittin in a drop-top, soakin wet In a silk suit, tryin not to sweat Hit somersaults without the net But thisll be the year that we wont forget 1-9-9-9 Anno Domini, anything goes Be what you wanna be as 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 & Hammer Soul-gold grill and a baby mama Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers Stack of questions 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 theres always more, ha! Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad! Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad! Uno, dos, tres, its 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 dying to geek OutKast bumpin up and down the street Slant back Cadillac, bout five niggas deep 75 MCs freestyling to the beat Cause we get crunk, stay drunk, at the club Shouldve bought an ounce, but you copped a dub Shouldve held back, but you throwed the punch Supposed to meet your girl but you packed a lunch No D to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl, four-year—Jordan Never turned my back on my kids, for them Shouldve 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 coal Record number four, but we on a roll Hold up, slow up, stop, Control Like Janet, Planet, Stankonias on ya Moving like Floyd, comin straight to Florida Lock all your windows, then block the corridors Pullin off my belt cause a whippings in order Like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border Pitty-pat rappers trying to get to five Im a microphone fiend tryin to stay alive When you come to ATL, boy, you better not hide Cause the Dungeon Family gon ride, ha! Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad! Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad! Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival

Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Dont you think Im so sexy? Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Sir Lucious gots gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlos And El Dorados; so Im waking up out of my slumber feeling like Rollo So follow, its Showtime at the Apollo minus the Kiki Shepards What about a ho in a leopard-print? Ah Teddy Pendergrass, cooler than Freddie Jackson Sipping a milkshake in a snowstorm Left her throat warm in the dorm room at the A.U We blew hay too, athletes might cake you But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make cause Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Dont you think Im so sexy? Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Canary yellow seven-nine Seville is on display My nigga Bongo hooked it up, Omar gon dip my rims today So a nigga can ride out to the Honeycomb Hideout Imma show you how to wild out like Jack Tripper Let me be bambino on your snipples YKK on your zipper, lick you like a lizard when Im slizzard Or sober, six million ways to fold ya Like Noahs, I get twos of youse and you get pretty D But Ill call yo ass round eight-ish, I know youll be there for me, girl Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Dont you think Im so sexy? Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Those huge baby eyes, get to runnin off at they mouth And tellin me everything thats on your nasty mind They say youre malnutritioned, in need of vitamin D And invitin me to that tingle in your spine I love who you are, I love who you aint — youre so Anne Frank Lets hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks Rick Jamesn, no chains and whips I do suck lips til hips jerk in double time The boy next doors a freak, ha-ha! Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Dont you think Im so sexy? Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean And we are... The coolest motherfunkers on the planet And my, my... The sky is fallin, aint no need to panic But ooh ooh... I got a stick and want yo automatic Ooh, ooh, ooh... Compatible, created in the attic And we are... The coolest motherfunkers on the planet And my my... The sky is fallin, aint no need to panic But ooh, ooh... I got a stick and want yo automatic Ooh, ooh, ooh... Compatible, created in the attic Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Dont you think Im so sexy? Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Dont you think Im so sexy? Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean

I said I see some ladies in here tonight I might marry Gone off the Belvey and ‘tron it’s too scary Baby you can have whatever you like, the tooth fairy I’ll do anything to leave here tonight with you, cherie I said I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said now what it is, what it do, homegirl aint got a clue If I get you open all the things that I would do to you Smack it up, flip it down, weigh it up, break it down Lean you to ya side yeah and ask ya who’s ya daddy now Aint even gotta open your eyes, know what your looking at And I aint even have to open my eyes when I was cooking that Guess it was love at first sight, eye contact Remember the night we first met, I caught a contact Now shes my ride or die, it’s us against the world You know we both hustlin’ so hustlin’ is our world Said I mustve had too much to drink I’m in my G-Mode So all the ladies repeat after me cause it’s the G-Code Promise if I get locked, you’ll come and pay my bond If you hear some niggas plotting on me, you’ll ring the alarm And everytime you give it to me it’s gon be the bomb And in these unlucky streets you’re gon’ be my lucky charm I said I see some ladies in here tonight I might marry Gone off the Belvey and ‘tron it’s too scary Baby you can have whatever you like, the tooth fairy I’ll do anything to leave here tonight with you, cherie I said I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I D-O, I D-O, I D-O oh oh I, Vito, promise to treat this game, i-de-al Honor the code, not bring drama to mama’s peephole Life’s a bitch but shes the only love that I know -ow -ow So la-a-dee, after the “I Do’s” lets do Mercedes Lets tie the knot, lets grab us a pot, lets make a baby Looking back, I don’t know who threw this bouquet to me But I walk down this aisle faithfully, cut that cake for me I, Jay-Z, take this unlawful lady to have and to hold And til the task force roll To hug her every corner til I get ash from the cold Or until I’ve amassed a fortune, too much cash for me to fold Fold under pressure I would never, ever, ever, ever Your secret’s I treasure, for better or worse You’ll always be my first love til death do us part Pull a hearse up, my verse up I said I see some ladies in here tonight I might marry Gone off the Belvey and ‘tron it’s too scary Baby you can have whatever you like, the tooth fairy I’ll do anything to leave here tonight with you, cherie I said I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do Nothings more attractive than a heavy praying woman To a him when those and them been defecating on me Her would sense the heaven, and him when Andre omen Baby I’m hell, save me, don’t bail Crazy I tell you all of this in the middle of a club Where words tend to get thrown around lightly like like, like-like, love Friend, rock star and So and so’s a genius So him vow to never utter him do unless him mean it Her proud like her mother and ooohh momma’s sweet So you just know that Juicy fruit aint gon’ fall too far from tree So if we ever woopty woop I want all that bleepty bleep On this nasty carpet Bixby fresh on one knee Say I do I do I do I do I do So we can float up outta here in this hot air balloon Lets put a baby butterfly up in your lil’ cocoon And maybe 2030 our baby, she’ll be nerdy make the whole club swoon Shell love books and cook and look just like you And when shes done being young, shell dress like you Well call her Love 22, shell tote a 22, the laser version

I love all your shit talkin, I love all your shit talkin’ You aint got nothin better to... do with yourself? I done proved to myself, back on that rulin’ myself I got new news to tell, act like you knew you done failed Only true know how I feel and only if you knew how I felt Sniffed a lil bootch off the nail Through with mixed messages, through with the mail Only a few in the field, little bit off for the real Its so many days I prayed to God All this pain, I couldnt seem to find a way On a mission livin, carry on Got my family, Im seein through better days Never late, pull up a seat and come grab a plate Check the date, let em hate This the type shit that they couldn’t make, watch the fakes Leave ’em buzzin, thought they wasn’t, huh? Tell all your kinfolk and cousins, huh? This is the package you ordered, huh? Beautiful madness On this road I find These scars I left behind Heaven lift me up Heaven lift me up On this road I find These scars I left behind Heaven lift me up Heaven lift me up

Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light Born from dusk to dawn, I am truly alive The satellite that sits in frame to illuminate this shaded place Hes a rose that dont belong, the music, the magic, take the lead Come on with it, mmm, come on Moments dont pass me up, no, no Cause I seize them in stride Tell them winnin never gave me in When I eternally have faith In the choices you made, its all by design Go with it, mmmm Come on, dont fuck up the feng shui Feng shui, feng shui, feng shui, feng shui I see everything with new beams, I do dream My eyes are glowing mood rings, youre boring Stop dueling with the true thing, I do think When you think too much youre removing whats moving Stuck inside a statue, look at you Go ahead and pogo, something gon catch you A petty logo, shed all my tattoos I read all the bad news that says Im too careful Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light The universe never steered me wrong The universe never lied Take me bound to the come me down The fantasy in this remedy Free from where you dont belong in the concept of time New levels, mmm, come on Moments dont pass me up, no, no Cause I seize them in stride Tell them winnin never gave me in When I eternally have faith In the choices you made, its all by design Go with it, mmmm Come on, dont fuck up the feng shui So twisted in emotional notions, oh yeah I savor your love, dont fuck up the feng shui I see every thing with new beams, I do dream My eyes are glowing mood rings, youre boring Stop dueling with the true thing, I do think When you think too much youre removing whats moving Stuck inside a statue, look at you Go ahead and pogo, something gon catch you A petty logo, shed all my tattoos I read all the bad news that says Im too careful Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light Feel Im being tested every minute Feel like yesterday I was blind, Ive been lost Seems like Ive stumbled on a path, no coincidence Truly in my essence, Ive arrived Who am I? Who am I? Dont remind me Too alive, too alive, new arriving You were right, I was left in it before To the light, to the light, I am Carol Anne Parallel to paradise I reach out for my lifeline The angels laugh in paradise They say I am my own lifeline, look in you To the night, to the night Im abandoned To deny, to deny, what a sandpit Couldnt I, couldnt I have an angel? To the light, to the light, I am Carol Anne So twisted in emotional notions, oh yeah I savor your love, dont fuck up the feng shui I see every thing with new beams, I do dream My eyes are glowing mood rings, youre boring Stop dueling with the true thing, I do think When you think too much youre removing whats moving Stuck inside a statue, look at you Go ahead and pogo, something gon catch you A petty logo, shed all my tattoos I read all the bad news that says Im too careful Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light

Lyrics from Drakes radio show on SiriusXM Its after hours at that glamorous blind spot Where theyre taking it easy, swapping personal experiences Lets listen in America Today Life of the party, mhm, til I almost cry, mhm Its the life of the party, to think I couldve almost died Lord, help us Hey, Miss Donda You run into my mama, please tell her I said, Say something Im startin to believe aint no such thing as heavens trumpets No after-over, this is it, done If theres a Heaven, you would think theyd let ya speak to your son Maybe she has in the form of a babys laugh I heard passing by in a stroller remindin me, Hey, keep rolling I dont know, maybe she has with a prick of a blade of grass Ive been layin on way too long, got me itchy Got up and roamed a lil more Miss Donda, you see my mama, tell her Im lost You see, shed always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough Exaggeratin a lil bit so she get the point Tryna get her to stop smokin, I would leave and fire up a joint Til I quit, started back up again, twenty years later All that time, yall thought a nigga was high, thought I was crazy My mom, she aint cut no corners Got me back on track, I dont miss her overstepping But do miss her showin Seven civilian life shit Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama whisper her this: The real reason I was geeked to go to church Must confess, when yall grown-ups would be in Bible study That girl helping me with my homework? Her and I were fuckin So pure and perverted, so spirit spinning and dirty So on, so on and so on, we hoped that no one heard us Sh-sh, ah, ah And to this day, I think her mama knew but let us explore Miss Donda, you see my father, please, ask him: Why he never married? Always smiled, but was he happy inside? Because I carried my mothers name, did he carry shame with him? Im sure she did it out of spite, it was her decision at birth Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby Two young people with different views, a lot for a young lady No coincidence, they both passed away from heart conditions Theres a dissidence at play, dad and mom do hard division Three Thou, poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers Im supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled Keeps me around, for what? I dont know But I do know that its crucial, that we do so, pronto I dont know how much long though Mama, your son in the red hat Had suffered set-backs, had, shouldnt-have-said-thats Had made everyone mad He made 808s so hes everyone dad, know he ever gets sad Hotel rooms by the shore, close my eyes, I can see more Nobody punkin me, nobody pressure me, nobody gangsta me Especially when the gangstas eat thanks to me And my favorite principal name was Mrs. Wooten She was strict, the perfect instructor for young Putin Vladimir, just so that is clear Whom should we fear when we know Dad is here? Daddys right here, Daddys right here I dont play, boy Over yall dead body fore my daughter pose in Playboy We dont condone over-sexualization of the kids in the home Battery in my back This house of pain wont ever last CyHi told me to my face that SICKO MODE was his biggest song Well gon cause Donda was the best ghostwriter I ever had South Park had jokes about fish sticks Til this day, the whole team can kiss this dick I put Virgil and Drake on the same text And it wasnt about the matching Arcteryx or Kid Cudi dress Just told these grown men, Stop it with the funny shit I might hire the whole team from ACG So dont text me like Im Juanita JCV Or more important, Monica Corgan, who was there for me Somebody really there for me was rare for me That was new air to breathe When I was underappreciated, undervaluated Stockholders told me, Board rooms will bore you Cant remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lords rules Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi Told Drake dont play with me on GD And he sent that message to everybody So if I hit you with a W-Y-D You better hit me with, Yes sir, Im writing everything you need I told you I was gonna take the summer back So any of the cap, wont take none of that Where my motherfuckin red hat? Security and the nannies be forever handling I cant stand it when theres talks about puttin the kids back in Sierra Canyon when daddy got his own school Trav, smile for these white people if you want While we build a team to get Hoover out the joint I do what I want, bro, in my life Serve and protect long as its my wife Screaming on M-A-Ns for trying to lower the percentage of SKIMS See, I was going in Back when they thought I was only making Ms, now its nine-billi You aint gotta like me, but you feel me Do yall feel me? Really? Get off Scott Free, Im talking Ridley Get off our knees, thats if youre with me Get off your knees, thats if youre with me Get off your knees and lets get free Get off your knees and lets get free Quickly, I mean really Really, I mean really I need release, I dont need police Im like, Nigga, please, yall cant hear me , for the real me For the real me, I mean For the real me , for the real me Alright, its gonna shoot us in the- woah, uh-oh, uh-oh Ready mama? Im so proud of you, yup, youre gonna have so much fun They gonna shoot us in the air, mama, okay? Cmon, P, I got you, its okay, mama Hold your head back, hold your head back Daddys here, daddys here, daddys right here Its okay, mama, daddys here, daddy here Help, help, daddys right here, Im scared Okay, okay, I got you, its okay Okay, we goin slow, we goin slow down Its okay, stop cryin, daddy got you, see, its over, you did it, P! You already did it! See? Its already over! Yay! You did it! Big Girl! Its already over! Its already over, its already over Daddy right here, daddy right here I told you Im not gon let you go Im not gon let you go, mama, okay? Daddy got you, daddy gon bring us all the way down, okay? How was it? You did a good job Good job!

Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Dickie shorts, Lincolns clean Leanin, checking out the scene Gangsta boys, Biggas lit Ridin out, talkin shit Nigga, where you wanna go? You know the club dont close til four Lets party til we cant no more Watch out, here come the folk—Damn Oh, Lord As the plot thickens, it gives me the dickens, reminiscent of Charles A lil discotheque nestled in the ghettos of Niggaville, USA Via Atlanta, Georgia A lil spot where young men and young women go to experience they first little taste of the night life Me? Well, Ive never been there Well, perhaps, once, but I was so engulfed in the Ol E, I never made it to the door You speak of hardcore While the DJ sweatin out all the problems and 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, if you 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, its only about 3 a.m., and three niggas just done got hauled off in the ambulance, sliced up Two niggas done started busting—Wham! Wham! And one nigga done took his shirt off, talking bout, Now, who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court? Its just my interpretation of the situation Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Yes! 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, you know? Smooth, like a hot comb on nappy-ass hair I walked up on her and 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, you dig? One moment, you frequent the booty clubs, and the next four years, you and somebodys daughter raisin yall own youngn Now, thats a beautiful thang Thats if youre on top of your game and man enough to handle real-life situations, that is Cant gamble feeding a baby on that dope money Might not always be sufficient But the United Parcel Service and the people at the post office didnt call you back because you had cloudy piss So now, you back in the trap Just that: trapped! Gon and marinate on that for a minute Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja

One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show A couple of years ago, on Headland and Delowe Was the start of something good Where me and my nigga rode the MARTA through the hood Just tryna find that hookup Now everyday we looked up at the ceiling Watching ceiling fans go round, tryna catch that feeling Off instrumentals, had my pencil, and plus, my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock Doing the hole-in-the-wall clubs, this shit here must stop Like Freeze! We making the crowd move But we not making no Gs and thats a no-no Check it, a-one-two, a-one Two dope niggas in the Cadillac, they call us Went from Players Ball to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging Niggas say motherfuck that playin, they payin, we stayin, layin vocals Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they making big noise Over a million sold to this day; niggas, they take it lightly 96 gon be that year that all yall playa haters can bite me Im out this bitch Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger Looking to fill me belly with that Rallys, bullshit Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys Smoking them White Golds before them blunts got crunk Chunky asses, passes getting thrown like Hail Marys And they looking like Halle Berrys So, so fine, intertwined, but we aint sipping wine Wes just chilling, Im the rabid villain, and Im so high Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood Where I live at, them rats know, Momma, I want to sing But, momma, I want to trick, and momma, Im sucking dicks, now We moving on up in the world like elevators Me and the crew, we pimps like 82 Me and you like Tony! Toni! Tone! Like this, East Point and we gone Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Got stopped at the mall the other day Heard a call from the other way that I just came from Some nigga was saying something, talking bout smoke something Hey, man, you remember me from school? No, not really But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly And he kept asking me, What kinda car you drive? I know you paid, I know yall got beaucoup hoes From all them songs that yall done made And I replied that I had been going through the same things that he had True, Ive 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 it dont move your feet, then, I dont eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes From Virginia, this aint gon stop, so we just gon continue Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you

Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Cut it up, oh, oh, oh! Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Uh-cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Uh-cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh 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 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 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 stabbin every city then we headed to that Bat cave ATL, Georgia, what do we do for ya? Bulldoggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy, you sounding silly, think my Brougham aint sittin pretty Doing doughnuts round you suckas like them circles around titties Damn, we, the committee, gon burn it down But us gon bust you in the mouth with the chorus now, say 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 Say, 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 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 assll be a has-what Thats one to live or either thats one to die to I try to just throw it at you, determine your own adventure André, got to her station, heres my destination she got off the bus The conversation lingered in my head for hours took a shower Kinda sour cause my favorite group aint comin wit it But Im witcha 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 sad and its costly, but thats all she Wrote and I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shits creek, Its weak is the last quote That I wanna hear when Im goin down When alls said and done and we got a new joe in town When the record player get to skippin and slowin down All yall can say is, Them niggas earned that crown, but until then 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 Say 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 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 Say 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 Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Say ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Its just major right here, you know what Im saying, yo son, my niggas, your niggas is on it man, straight up man Word man, glad we got together to do this, you know on time-outs, everybody North, South, East, West, you know what Im saying, we doing this thing right here straight up for hip-hop We handling the Earth right now you niggas dont even know For sure You know what I mean? If it wasnt for us tryna enlighten yall niggas with all types of flows and flavors, the game wouldnt be the same You gotta keep it innovative and new, creative. You know what Im sayin? Some people dont wanna hear the same old thing over and over No doubt, you gotta come provocative nigga, know what I mean? Shit gotta be spine-tingling with mad styles and crazy dangerous, I mean, bust-ya-shit-open beats, you know what I mean? Its like yo, niggas dont even know, son, yo we gon play some funky shit for ya Thats right Straight up, pay up, pay up nigga From East Point to Shaolin, yall better know that, yeah! Hit this Henny

Somebody hit me the other day for a rendezvous Was it the bitch that fucked the Goodie and the Dungeon Crew? Lets say her name was Suzy Skrew cause she screwed a lot Making a nigga hit that chonk at legitimate spots Not no parks, backseats, or things of that nature Had to hate you, playa Im dicking the ho down—never said I paid her Straight laid her, slayed the bitch like Darth Vader, made her From College Park and Fayette all the way down to Decatur Like Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty—that was shawty Safe as a snake on eggs in a Bimmer 840 Its foggy, I went to the crib to call her but she lost me My baby mama beeped me, seven oclock, its gonna cost me But I still wanna cut her, though—maybe she had to work? I caught her in the mall, wearing a real tight skirt She was fine as fuck; I wanted to sex the ho up She said, Lets hit the parking lot so I can sick your duck I said, Cool, I really wanted to cut you but thisll do I gotta pick up my daughter, plus my baby mama beeped me, too She said she understood and everything was kosher I gave her a Lil Wil CD and a fuckin poster Its like that, now Its like that, now You better go on and get the hump up out your back now Its about four or five cats off in my Lac now We just shoot game in the form of story raps now Its like that now, ts like that now Now Suzy Skrew had a partner named Sasha... Thumper I remember her number like the summer When her and Suzy, yeah, they threw a slumber Party, but you can not call it that cause it was slummer Well, it was more like spend the night Three in the morning, yawning, dancing under street lights We chilling like a villain, and a nigga feeling right In the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite of all the bullshit We on our back staring at the stars above Talking bout what we gonna be when we grow up I said, What you wanna be? She said, Alive 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 mama said she with a nigga that be treating her wrong I kept on singing my song and hoping at a show That I would one day see her standing in the front row But two weeks later, she got found in the back of a school With a needle in her arm, baby two months due Sasha Thumper Its like that now You better go on and get the hump up out your back now Its about four or five cats off in my Lac now We just shoot game in the form of story raps now Its like that now, its like that now Its like that now You better go on and get the hump up out your back now Its about four or five cats off in my Lac now We just shoot game in the form of story raps now Its like that now, its like that now Grandmama: Keisha, Keisha! Cut that loud mess off, you hear all that thunderin and lightnin, and get off that telephone! Keisha: Ugh, alright Child 1: Grandmama, what’s all that noise? Child 2: I’m scared Grandmama: Baby, don’t be scared. Its gonna be alright. It’s just the Lord doin His work, okay?

You a bad girl, and your friends bad too We got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu You a bad girl and your friends bad too You got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu I may be young, but Im ready To give you all my love I told my girls you can get it Dont slow it down, just let it go So in love, Ill give it all away Just dont tell nobody tomorrow So tonight, Ill do it every way Speakers knocking til the morning light Cause we like to party, hey! Hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! Cause we like to party, hey! Hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! Cause we like to party! Your touch is driving me crazy I cant explain the way I feel Top down, with the radio on and the night belongs to us Just hold me close, dont let me go So in love, I dont care what they say I dont care if theyre talking tomorrow Cause tonights the night, oh-oh-oh-oh That I give you everything Music knocking til the morning light Cause we like to party! Set the scene, 3000 degrees I aint worried about them, fuck niggas over there But they worry about me I got a homeboy named Butter And another homeboy there, nigga named Cheese Fuck with me, baby, I’ll make it milk till it drip down your knees Spit this shit for real-o, Brain Brillo Kiddo say he looks up to me, this just makes me feel old Never thought that we could become someone elses hero Man, we were just in the food court eating our gyros Yesterday, thats the way, every single morning I try to pray Grandmom and them they never forgot And nothing else really mean nothing to me I aint studying the beat Talking to me? Girl, why you fucking with me? Move on there aint nothing to see Pshh, always something to saw Im the raw, off the rip, cause of him All of them, will remem-ber the min- Nute they fell in love with rap, black like having your cousin back Blue like when that rent is due Cream like when Im loving you, yeah So in love, Ill give it all away Just dont tell nobody tomorrow Cause tonights the night, oh-oh-oh-oh That I give you everything Music knocking til the morning light Cause we like to party, hey! Hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! Cause we like to party, hey! Hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! Cause we like to party! You a bad girl, and your friends bad too We got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu You a bad girl and your friends bad too You got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu

My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hol up You bogus in the Lambo if you aint lifting the door up You bogus poppin pills if you aint pickin the ho up You bogus running out on your kids, my nigga, grow up For Gods sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake For large stakes, let the hammer bang, broad day Ayy, never mind what the blogs say This what my mind and my heart say My philosophy: profit off of my properties Get it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot Officially solid, all you wish you could get—I got it Unlimited titanium, nigga, whats in your wallet? Out of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude Where you clowns couldnt have got a cap and gown if you bought it I parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds Hustle January, July, fly to Dubai A broke nigga telling me bout how Im dividing the pies Like a blind nigga telling me its an eye for an eye Bullheaded and stubborn, Ill be that way til I die But find a nigga with more hustle than me—I dare you to try And according to the hand on my Audemars Its my time to shine, so fuck yall What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? The fact is you cant please everybody You cant please everybody What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker I guess thats why I dont trust a motherfucker Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at his brother Go to prison, in love with a bitch, and a nigga fuck her I seen real Gs destroyed by real suckers Innocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted Such a horrible truth, but you see it over and over Its nothing; you numb to it, and your heart grow colder Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover Fuck it; justify your action with stacking your dough up He show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda Just enough for me to blow up; nigga, hold up Switch the flow up, cause these niggas be snitching so much I promise all they missings a badge, coffee, and donut Go to jail—so what? Never see my integrity perish That aint the Harris way, study my pedigree Promise Im one of the only ones who keep it a hundred Prolly why I think they all out to get me, you cant convince me Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy To make my partners resent me enough to come and get me Catch me slipping and hit me just like they did 50 Cause Im in the position that he think he should be given Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is Im on a narrow path and we all cant travel What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? The fact is you cant please everybody You cant please everybody What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? What it aint? What it is? Even if you gotta live I learned that apartments way more exciting Than a big-ass house on a hill I used to be a way better writer and a rapper When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche Feeling like Im going off a course Cut these fuck niggas off Negative in my life, scream that til Im hoarse Duck these, get the fuck off me, projectiles Bitch, he aint really got a choice Im living my life live yours I dont even like rapping fast But thats how the world come to me Talk to me sideways, nigga, thats your ass Slow it down This that shit thatll make you call your mama Say, Hey, Im sorry for begging For all them clothes you couldnt afford And this the type of shit thatll make you call your rap partner And say, Im sorry Im awkward, my fault for fuckin up the tours I hated all the attention so I ran from it Fuck it if we did But I hope we aint lose no fans from it Im a grown-ass kid, you know I aint never cared about no damn money Why do we try so hard to be stars just to dodge comments? And this that shit thatll make you call your baby mama When you gone on half a pill Dont know why, but thats how it is Then you take a flight back to the crib Yall make love like college kids And you say all the shit you gon do better We can try this shit again Round the time the dope wear off You feel stupid, she feel lost Thats that dopamine, I mean dope— I mean, you think Cupid done worn off Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed Baby boy face full of applesauce Maybe should have stayed but it aint yo fault Too much pressure, I peel off, Im sorry Was young and had to choose between you And what the rest of the world might offer me Shit, what would you do? Well, Id probly do it differently if second the chance Only if some cool-ass older man Wouldve let me know in advance Theres this quarry that is dug so deep in a fathers chest When he feel that hes broken up his nest And he figures, shit—he was just doing the best that he could Which end up being the worst that he could And all some pussy nigga on the Internet can say Is, That verse aint good Its boring? Boring? Really? Hahahaha When Im disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and Told so many lies, I dont know what to believe I discussed it with this girl and this is what she said She said, Lay down, baby, baby, rest your weary head, ugh A lovely distraction, but my mind dont wanna rest But my body disagree, so I laid up on her breast, yes Ooooh, you so fucking fine, I Woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind Ooooh, who pulls your ponytail? Who knows your body well, huh? What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to?

I, I, I left no time to regret Kept my dick wet with that same old bet Oh, and you, you and your head high And your tears dry Get on without your guy And I, I, I went back to what I knew So far removed from all we been through Oh-oh, and you, and you, and you, you tread a troubled track Your odds are always stacked Youll go back to black We only said goodbye with words I know a hundred times I go back to her and you go back to You go back to I, I love you much Its not enough I love blowing, you love puff And life is like a pipe And Im a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her and I go back to We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her and I go back to I go back to black

These red roses damn near turn to ashes If I keep it real, you wont understand it These dirty blogs got your mind damaged Ill walk a million miles to see you happy I hope she dont think that I think that she some kinda ho I dont care, that just lets me know that She knows what she wants, yeah Baby, I wont judge Freak, freak, freak, freak Now Im sure that She knows what she wants, yeah Freak, freak, freak, freak I aint gonna hold you, baby, I like what I see That print in them sweatpants got me weak off in my knees Ive been thinking bout you since we met at No I.D.s If youre free tonight, I think that you should come see me Uh, oh Dont be scared of my aggression Oh Just dont get the wrong impression I hope she dont think that I think that she some kinda ho Freak, freak, freak, freak I dont care, that just lets me know that She knows what she wants, yeah Baby, I wont judge Freak, freak, freak, freak Now Im sure that she knows what she wants, yeah Freak, freak, freak, freak You like the way I wink at you? I cant never have a hater bone inside my body I just like it better when my girl do her pilates I wanna dress you up and have you fresher than a stylist Think about any drama when your body traumatizing You so caught up in the hype, you coulda easily been my wife I see the way your friends look, they already thinkin Im sheisty They misunderstood me when they say Im Jesus Christ I just want you to worship me, I like what I like Ill feed you to the wolves if you dont talk to me nice They gon try to crucify me They think we worship luminati I take my heart and I go hide it Oh-oh-oh-oh After all, I just hope you dont think that Im some kind of ho I dont know, he just makes me feel like He knows what he wants, yeah Freak, freak, freak, freak Baby, I wont judge Freak, freak, freak, freak Oh-oh-oh, oh-woah Now Im sure that he knows what he wants, yeah Yeah, I chose happiness over everything Over anything and its everything Yeah, happiness over everything Over anything and its everything to me

Im a pale imitator of a boy in the sky With a cap in his head and a knot in his tie Im the light in the mall when the power is gone The shadow in the corner, just playing along Im only laying in my bed, Im rolling aside But if I get a car, Im hoping to ride Because I know if I ever say Im leaving to you Youve gotta volunteer, and you dont know what to do Youre soft You wanna do it, but you dont know what youre doin, baby You wanna feel it but you dont know what youre feeling tonight And if youre thinking that I dont know what youre thinking, baby You do more thinking and Ill go out and make it alright I’m impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo I’m at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and soul I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead And if I ever had to do it, well, you know I wouldn’t care I just kicked down, I love when I’m seen Yeah, and if I wanna talk back, the message is free Then there’s a fire, a ray, a knot in sight And if you get popped here, you get ‘em a lot You get a heart, break You wanna do it, but you dont know what youre doin, baby You wanna feel it but you dont know what youre feeling tonight And if youre thinking that I dont know what youre thinking, baby You do more thinking and Ill go out and make it alright Every time we try, we get nowhere Wouldnt it be nice if we were just normal people? Yeah Trying so hard to act like we dont care But its true, you do, nothing is left So I guess Im right New word, onomatopoeia Quit actin like you dont wanna be here Fuck around and get jumped like leap year Glock in the glove make you really wanna leave me, alone Get the fuck on, gone Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy song Rap aint nothing but the art of talkin shit My girl look pretty up there riding dick My plaid past, my solid future Asinine ass and a gorgeous coochie Im an OutKast but youre into me Summer got mad cause the winter blew me That Juicy Fruit, that splooshy sploosh Generation X on bloopty bloop Get duked, gotta get duked, the duke Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof Like a chimney, I commend me How come it be, some lame ass nigga talking about Ah, he dont rap enough But yall rap a lot and Im like Wrap it up, hoe You aint Scarface, you aint Willie D You aint Bushwick, you aint killin me Better play with your motherfuckin momma Bet you still stay with your motherfuckin momma Keep sleeping on me, Ima rock my pajamas In the daytime, I swear, I promise Dare a nigga say something, tear a nigga face off How come Blacks dont play baseball? Yall white, know yall can taste all this Fly shit, I stay finna take off Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing You aint fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Wait, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane Bet it up, head erupts A lava language in a vocal volcanic If it aint fixed, dont broke it, dont panic If it aint this, it aint shit, goddamn it If it aint this, it aint dope, it dont flush And if it aint hip, it dont hop, well then hush Man, they sound like, man, they stole your Man, they look like—nope, it aint us Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Wait, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing You aint fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang Every time we try, we get nowhere Wouldnt it be nice if we were just normal people? Yeah Trying so hard to act like we dont care But its true, you do, nothing is left So I guess Im right Flip the page, our days are revelatious Space is strange, doctor, Ive got no patience Oh, its all a part of the process Nothings new, its true, cool, I admit Shit, I guess youre right

Watch Watch Yall niggas overdoin it You gotta slow that shit down Take your time, reevaluate your shit, it dont matter Niggas aint got money, aint got time Fuck it, just say this shit You and me Gon live together in this perfect harmony I can hear em callin me Weve come a long way since H.O.C. You and me Gon live together in this perfect harmony I can hear em callin me Weve come a long way since H.O.C. I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai Who I name William after cause I get bills from these beats Fuck the industry, you know we keepin it real up in these streets Came up in a world thats off its axis All thats promised, death and taxes Dont give a fuck who be rhyming the fastest, my anxiety Make me spit it a mile a minute Im stuck in a clinic like Flynn Montgomery Take a step back, tell me right now, boy, just what your summary Creeping through fireside Smash the window of that fire ride Just to see what we can snatch from up inside Til the flashin lights come round that corner then we run and hide Prayin to God up in Heaven, eleven at night and I got no alibi My damn, dip to Stewart Town Best not come round these parts if you new in town Wonder what my homies from back in the day livin at, are doin now Running with my sister Jeannie, schooling me like Mr. Feeny This is the first time I heard a gunshot on the block Growing pains , this the type of shit dont never stop Here come the cops Shooting up the hood like Black Ops Cause trigger-happy police tend to trigger happy people And some people who believe we not equal shoot up the steeple My God, if you exist then why do you make life so hard? If you exist the way you think is avant-garde If you exist you got a funny way of showing it What happens in the afterlife? These people think they knowin shit And on that note, I keep it G Like track four, Kick in the Door by Notorious B.I.G.  Dont believe me, look that shit up, I promise youll find the key To that punchline, feelin just fine Let the abyss of my mind, my mind consume Snap my fingers like Thanos and Bobby Boy bringin the doom Cause Im 6:30, killin shit, hands down and dirty That white boy cant rap, he talk good and act nerdy I just texted Erykah Badu To let her know what Im gon do Sample Dreamflower by Tarika Blue Thats cool with you? Yeah, thats fine, baby, all gravy Long as you know you my baby And I beat yo daddy like if he ever cheat on me I mean she dont own the sample but she might as well Cause her and Dilla paved the way for all I got, and, well Ima show my gratitude, no attitude, no auto-tune like T-Pain Doin Unplugged, Im unplugged, like Trinity Wonder how the people gonna remember me, goddamn Switch up the plan We all say it, we all claim it but its no use The greatest rapper alive is probably stacking produce Introduce you to my train of thought Snapping on a track like the illest conductor With no contradiction I brought my heart to the table Fact and never fiction, fuck a fable Ready and willing you better believe Im able to spit Power through these lines faster than fiber-optic cable, Im gone You and me Gon live together in this perfect harmony I can hear em callin me Weve come a long way since H.O.C. You and me Gon live together in this perfect harmony I can hear em callin me Weve come a long way since H.O.C. Watch From the bottom When you come from the bottom, you aint get no chances, man Ima do this shit til the Fourth Of July, blow up straight to the sky Nigga fuck it, we high I remember when a nigga had to ask for money Its been a long time since I had to do that shit This shit aint free I got the roof over my head and a bed, nigga, my bitch givin me head Id rather get money instead Man, its Bobby Boy Records in this bitch Yall niggas better write this shit down Cause 10 years from now, we on top And we aint never gon stop All money in This album marks the reunion of Logic and No I.D.  For the first time in six years Since the inception of its predecessor

Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Okay, challenge Leave your phone unlocked and right side up Walk out the room without throwin your bitch off balance Its either on or off, aint no in between when its valid I seem to wanna talk more and more bout what really matters Ive seen my aura hop out my torso and hit her backwards Flip, watchin you skip down my corridor, fuck a ballad Dont need shit on the side no more, all entreé, fuck a salad I often have awesome thoughts of tossin this softer palate So when we fall any wall, any stall, any crawl, any pause Any scar, any tar, any dark will dissolve, kill them all Build-A-Bear, build them all, build it where it wont fall Give it all, give it my all, yeah Dont wear any drawers, any bra, anymore, in it raw, isnt it raw? Im in awe, Im involved, common law, cummin on stomach wall Kermit frog jump off London fog Bridges in the midst of callgirls my woman calls Unicorn, you my porn I dont know I dont know I dont know, I dont know, I dont know I dont know Will this bitch click over for me? I mean will this woman click over for me? Over for me? Over for me? Is it over for me? Over for me? Over for me? I dont know I dont know I dont know, I dont know, I dont know I dont know Is this bitch gettin over on me? If I go there will she go there with me? Should I, I not be so open, I mean? Open, I mean? You know what I mean? Know what I mean? I dont know I dont know I dont know, I dont know, I dont know I dont know, I dont know, I dont know, I dont know Will this bitch click over for me? I mean will this woman click over for me? Over for me? Over for me? Is it over for me? Over for me? Over for me? I dont know I dont know, I dont know I dont know, I dont know, I dont know I dont know Is this bitch gettin over on me? If I go there will she go there with me? Should I, I not be so open, I mean? Open, I mean? You know what I mean? Know what I mean? Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, its me, its me, baby I thought about us for a long, long time Maybe I think too much but somethings wrong Something that said it doesnt last too long, too long Maybe I shouldnt think of you as mine, mine, mine, mine, mine But I cant help it, baby See you, see you I see it that you want, as much as I do you I take for granted, that youre always there I take for granted, that you just dont care And sometimes Its just too hard to see it through, babe And thats why Its important to me That you know you are free Cause I never want to make you change For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe

We The Best Music Another one DJ Khaled Back against the wall, middle fingers in the air Busting through the crowd, they gon feel me now Straight shooter from the hip, yeah, we heavy in here Tell me get ’em, then I got em, yea 99 problems, but you ain’t one Been so high lately, I dont care whos goin down You could see it in my eyes, he been hitting it right Got me wishing that he wasnt, oh no And I need it all night Will love show me what it feels like? Fuck that, I let you pull up on me broad day light Shots over here, fuck the other side We dont gotta lay low, we grown A field trip and I dont need no chaperone Im tryna get ghost Oh, oh It’s just us against the world In this life of sin Ain’t nobody gonna take us out Its always us, never them It’s just us against the world When the smoke clears All we got is all we got Its always us, never them Its lovely at the top, private destination Sippin on the rocks, only way with us This kinda love dangerous when there’s nothing else to lose So dont make me wild out Got 99 problems, whats one more? 50 feet get you touched at your front door Livin fast and we spending slow Side eyes let me know that we visible And I need it right now Ten toes down, show me what its all about Thuggin, we only duckin when the boys come out Its us over them, fuck the other side We gonna turn the lights off, we hard What we doin, dont nobody gotta know I aint tryna get ghost, oh yes Oh, oh Its just us against the world In this life of sin Aint nobody gonna take us out Its always us, never them Its just us against the world When the smoke clears All we got is all we got Its always us, never them This how an angel sounds Its just, uh, its just us, its just us Its just us Its always us, its always us Its only us Its just us, its just us, its just us Its always, its always us, its always us Its just us against the world In this life of sin Aint nobody gonna take us out Its always us, never them Its just us against the world When the smoke clears All we got is all we got Its always us, never them Youre all that I need, ooh, yeah Its just, uh, its just us, its just us We The Best Music Its always, its always us, its always us Its just us, its just us, its just us Another one Its always, its always us, its always

Who dat, who dat? Who dat, who dat? Who dat, who dat? Hey, who dat, who dat? That nigga you been waiting for I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it I aint hating though Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of Satan hoes And she cant tell the difference, I been through hell conditions Wishing for air conditioning, feeling God was never listening Now Im on television, and did I fail to mention? Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission Speaking of positions just witness how I elevate it Real niggas celebrate it, finger fuck whoever hate it My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn Then I redecorated, that mean my tables turned Live life, might as well, only way to learn Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn So if youre selling crack, or if youre selling rap Make sure its mean so them fiends keep on coming back Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So dont worry about my motherfucking name I got them saying who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? I got them saying Who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? Hey, the mind state of a winner When you thinking about summertime Im thinking about the winter When you thinking about breakfast Im heating up my dinner I was plotting this moment back when yall was riding spinners Yeah Im a menace, God as my witness, with this pen Im insane, yup Hungry like the nigga who aint got the taste of fame yet Clown told me, “Aint you Roc? But where the fuck your chain at?” Guess its something like your girl, nigga it aint came yet The man make the chain, chain dont make the man How many niggas do we know with hella ice but yet they lame? The cloth from which we came, me and them is not the same Its like we all headed to Spain they took the boat I took the plane, damn That boys sick now hoes on his joystick Heating up like May weather, dog Im on that Floyd shit Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? Well, they lied Is that your girl? Well, I just Gd her, no A-Rod Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So dont worry about my motherfucking name I got them saying who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? I got them saying Who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? Now who else want to fuck with Hollywood Cole? The little engine that could, this little nigga is good Rappers claiming they sick, I heal niggas for good A couple of yall aint took a field trip to the hood And me? Im fresh prince, Im Will Smith to the hood Baby, aint saying names but we not the same All the money and the fame dont change the fact that you lame Might want to grab you a chain, want to tip up your hat Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack I got my finger on the trigger, tell that nigga, “hold that” Want picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak Hey, so anything you can do I can do better And any chick you can screw I can get wetter Im young, black, gifted, live my life on the run Bet your bottom dollar before Im done They say that Im the one, ya nigga Im the one I got them saying Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So dont worry about my motherfucking name I got them saying who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? I got them saying Who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat?

Yeah, yeah it goes like this right here Like uh, niggas always be hollering peace You know what Im saying, peace my brother Peace this, peace that, you know what Im saying but Every time I uh try to get a peace of mind Niggas try to get a piece of mine So I gotta grab my piece Its the return of the gangster, thanks ta Them niggas thats on that blow that run up in your crib Which contains your lady and an 8 month old Child to raise plus you true blue bout this music but They do not want to hear it Because theyd rather be bouncing and shooting And killing and bouncing and shit, get down Return of the gangsta, thanks ta Them niggas that think you soft and say yall be gospel rappin But they be steady clappin when you talk about Bitches, and switches, and hoes, and clothes, and weed Lets talk about time travelin, rhyme javelin Somethin mind unravelin, get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta Them niggas that got them kids That got enough to buy an ounce But not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo Or to the park so they grow up in the dark never Seein light til they end up being like yo sorry ass Robbin niggas in broad-ass daylight get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta Them niggas who get the wrong impression of expression Then the question is Big Boi whats up with Andre? Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay? When yall gon break up? When yall gon wake up? Nigga Im feelin better than ever whats wrong with you You get down! Gangsta Ooh Gangsta Ooh Man, a nigga dont want no trouble A playa just want to kick back with my gators off And watch my lil girl blow bubbles But still ready to rhyme, standing my ground never back down Willin to rob steal and kill any thang that threatens mine But good luck couldnt be bought, see Many a fights had to be fought, G For a nigga to ride these Vogues Oh so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at Watch your side my nigga cause we got gats The first nigga to buck is gon be the first nigga we attack Dont want that, but it comes though, most of the time when you dont know Stickin together like flour and water to make that slow dough We worked for everything we have and gon stick up for Each other, like we brothers from another mother Kind of like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover Strictly for the Caddy lovers And never the nut huggin punk motherfuckers So quit spreading them rumors We aint Club Nouveau Gangsta Ooh Gangsta Ooh

I hope that youre the one If not, you are the prototype Well tiptoe to the sun And do things I know you like I think Im in love again I think Im in love again Today must be my lucky day Baby, you are the prototype Do something out of the ordinary Like catch a matinée Baby, you are the prototype I think Im in love again I think Im in love again If we happen to part Lord knows I dont want that, but hey We cant be mad at God We met today for a reason I think Im on the right track now I think Im in love again I think Im in love again Lets go to the movies, yeah And, action! Come here Nah, come here Uh-uh, I said, come here Come here I think Im in love again I think Im in love again I wanna say, Stank you very much For picking me up and bringing me back to this world I think Im in love again I cant afford to not record I think Im in love again I think I wanna say Stank you, Stank you smelly much I think Im in love again For pickin me up, pickin me up out to this world Hey, hey John Are we recording our ad libs? I think Im in love again Really? Were we recording just then? Let me hear that, that first one when I first- I think Im in love again I think Im in love again

When that liquor get po’ up And that green get roll up When them sets get throwed up I’m like nah man, hol’ up Yea we bout it, sho ‘nuff Better hope they don’t call my bluff Cause my mind is going crazy This shit is never enough When that liquor get po’ up And that green get roll up When them sets get throwed up I’m like nah man, hol’ up Yea we bout it, sho ‘nuff Better hope they don’t call my bluff Cause my mind is going crazy This shit is never enough Never enough, never enough, never enough This shit is never enough Never enough, never enough, never enough This shit is never enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit At the party with my homies, walk up and they play my shit On the road, tickets sold, didn’t have to sell my soul Visionary in this bitch and domination is the goal Where you stay, every day, just got my crib in LA Never play, we been at it way before that IDJ Never seems to be enough when money is the motive, cuh Bitches on my dick, don’t give a fuck, y’all must not know what’s up In the cut, we don’t give a fuck, we just trying to cut Line em up, if they say they bout it then we’ll sign em up Rattpack, that’s a fact, basic bitch can’t fuck with that Where you at? That’s what they be asking, I say on the map Who we are, the coolest motherfuckers on the planet Drop that new shit just cause they demand it Living like we got it cause we get it Do it just to say we fucking did it Who we are, the coolest motherfuckers on the planet Drop that new shit just cause they demand it Living like we got it cause we get it Do it just to say we fucking did it When that liquor get po’ up And that green get roll up When them sets get throwed up I’m like nah man, hol’ up Yea we bout it, sho ‘nuff Better hope they don’t call my bluff Cause my mind is going crazy This shit is never enough Never enough, never enough, never enough This shit is never enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough This album was created over the span of one year. However, the majority of the album was recorded in only two weeks

Knockin doors down, showin parts around Ima come through and show my wood pine Knockin— knockin doors down, showin parts around Ima— Ima come through and show my wood pine, Ima— Ima come— Knockin doors— knockin— knockin doors down, down Knockin doors, knock— knock— knock— knock— knockin doors down Ima—Ima come through— Ima— Ima come— down Ima come through— Ima— Ima come— down Paper chasin on occasion West Deer Park, thats my location Life and death what we was facin Boy, gotta get that motivation Back in the basement Look at my idols, Im feelin adjacent Doin the shit that I wish I was doing, Im feelin impatient Throwin parties and catching cases Thats the life, but that shit basic Ive cooked crack, I cant erase it If I could, would not replace it Grew up all alone Had to teach myself to tie my laces Whats the deal? Ima play the field Rattpack, we keep it real Nothin but love for the people that paved the way So a brother like me, he can get it today Antoine, Erykah and 3K Cant forget those aint here today R.I.P. JD and Pimp C Payin respect, so dont hold it against me Devil he callin me, he love to tempt me God exempt me, why you sent me here? What I think about year to year What Ive been through these people only see through a peephole, yeah Not a single one got an idea So I write it down on this page Feel like Im 35 times my age Look in the mirror dont know what to say But Im happy the man I is Yeah, yeah I said Im happy the man I is And Im proud of the man Ive become Im proud that Im from a slum And never got cold, I never got numb Except for the wintertime and then some I transcend and I transform Poetic vision in rare form Growing up, nobody there for him I promise when I have a family Ima be there for em I love hip-hop Hatin motherfucker, go kick rocks No matter what happen I never gon stop Like Cole said, if they dont know yo dreams Then they cant shoot em down But Ima let the world know Cause Im too high up to hit the ground This shit right here is like therapy, spit it verily I aint perfect, I got problems, I got issues like People magazine Shoot from the hip and reload the magazine I wish I could just go on forever, forever, ever and ever But this rhyme Ill as it is divine Gon be cut short today cause Im out of studio time Only thought I was recording these horns and not no rhyme What can I say? Inspiration hits at any time So I guess Ill have to conclude all my thoughts another time Another rhyme Another— Ano— i— wo— a— rhyme Anime such as Cowboy Bebop Trigun, and Samurai Champloo Were in constant rotation During the making of this album

I told that bitch, I told that bitch I told that bitch, I told that bitch I told that bitch, I told that bitch Yeah, this for the niggas with Benzes and the niggas without em Scram, ho! I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I dont want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I dont want no bitch who need that kind of nigga—scram, ho These cars dont mean shit These hoes dont mean shit These clothes dont mean shit These shows dont mean shit, ho-oh Whatchutola, what, whatchutola Whatchutola, what, whatchutola These cars dont mean shit These hoes dont mean shit These clothes dont mean shit These shows dont mean shit, ho-oh Whatchutola, what, whatchutola Whatchutola, what, whatchutola Graduated from the fabricated sabotages Conversated with a lady goin Lambo crazy Bitch, you better cut it, shawty, Im bout to cut you off Oh, you greedy in Tahiti, I can seen your flaw Ayy, tell that girl you bout to sell the work cause you tired of it And see how she react when youre no longer in your Bimmer Then she find out that the Bentley wasnt really rented Can you sell a kilo? Help a nigga move a kilo? Oh, you want the private jet to take a flight to Rio? Cant no Maybach prevent a nigga from making mula Oh, you gold-diggin, diggin, graveyard loser Aint none of my cars American, King of Zamunda Lets have a heart-to-heart, drink wine, make art Backseat of the Benzo, the AMG Can you love a thug, is all make-believe Pure fantasy, I see through it easily I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I dont want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I dont want no bitch who need that kind of nigga—scram, ho I told the girl Im bout to sell the Porsche, Im tired of it She go and told these folks Im goin broke, a smile poured From my lips, cause if Im broke, its only -hearted Broken records from broken English, thats all it Hol up, and if I were, why? Would you throw a party? Affection is so convenient when ballin Correction: These hoes dont mean it when fallin I guess thats why Lois cant be with Clark Kent Fly on a nigga back while he Superman But if Im in a wheelchair, you still there? Stop searchin for words, I feel stupid, man The shit is the Pittsburgh, I still care White button downs and Emory scrubs Had to write her birthday down because my memory sucks But this shit comes back up like some acid reflux Or a Michael Jackson jacket with some plastic zippers I was zipping through the city and Iont give a fuck 1994 Toyota Land Cruiser because That bitch aint never broke down on me Why would I do that to her? Simple-ism, symbolism, Ill pull up at a club And might not never buy a new car again, if I can help it Cause if I buy one, they gon sell ten, and what Im left with? Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could talk Til then, I will ride my fuckin bike, or walk—ehh I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I dont want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I dont want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho I told that girl, I told that girl tell the truth Say she the realest bitch I ever met, then show me some proof These girls be droppin these lies, these girls be makin shit up She dont wanna stand in my line, she tryna come to the front Yeah-uh, she love her country but hate American cars For the shape of them, hell have you know all of them bitches is foreign If yellow seems to be the color in fashion What happens to all of this good Black pussy he keep ignoring? The world told him didnt shit rhyme with orange The girl is only with him because hes touring Well, go on, angel, I dont blame you, dont hang yo head I know its survival for you, get it like a IOU Shes so materialistic Im just enjoying life, Im living life, you know? That worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah Pull up at this girl crib bumping Lil Boosie, yeah I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I dont want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I dont want no bitch who need that kind of nigga—scram, ho These cars dont mean shit These hoes dont mean shit These clothes dont mean shit These shows dont mean shit, ho-oh Whatchutola, what, whatchutola Whatchutola, what, whatchutola We drive these cars on the regular This life that I live is incredible We gon be fly whenever, we gettin richer forever Without these foreign vehicles, can we still be together? Tell me

Man let me hit that You gon pass that? Man, the scene was so thick Lowriders, 77 Sevilles, El Dogs Nothing but them Lacs All the players, all the hustlers Im talking bout a black man heaven here, nahmsayin, yeah Its beginning to look a lot like, what? Follow my every step Take notes on how I crept Is bout to go in depth This is the way I creep my season, heres my ghetto rep I kept, to say the least no, no it cant 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 silent night I gots it crunk, if it aint real, aint right Im like no matter what the season Forever chill with Smith I sip my fifth, I chill with Wesson, got my reasons So tell me what did you expect You thought Id break my neck, to help yall deck the halls Oh naw, I got other means of celebrating Im getting blizzard at HoJo, I got that hoochie waiting I made it through another year cant ask for nothing much more Its OutKast for the books I thought you knew so now you know, lets go All the players came from far and wide Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides Now Im here to tell you theres a better day When the players ball is happening, all day eryday Halle-lu-jah, halle-lu-jah Yknow I do some things more different than I used to Cause Im a player, doing what the players do The package store was closed, okay my day is ruined This is ridiculous, Im getting serious, Im getting curious Cause the house is smelling stank, the chitlins old as bitches I made no wishes cause Im mobbing folk niggas in the back Getting tipsy off the nog and high as hell off the contact smoke They having a smoke out in my back seat They passing herb rewinding verses cause its in the air I hit the parks, I hit the cuts, Im hitting switches Cause Im switching from side to side looking for hoes and snitches Im wide open on the freeway, my pager broke my vibe Cause a junkie is a junkie three-sixty-five Its just another day of work to me the spirit just aint in me Grab my pistol and my ounce see what them junkies gotta give me Cause its like that, yeah Forever pimpin, never slippin, thats how it is All the players came from far and wide Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides Now Im here to tell you theres a better day When the players ball is happening, all day eryday Aint no chimneys in the ghetto so I wont be hanging my socks on no chimney Im full as a tick, fix me a plate, I got the remedy Some greens and that ham, not Dont need no ham hocks, dont play me like Im smoking rocks I got the munchies, we got the Mary Jane in the Dungeon Just to let you niggas know in 93, thats how we coming So ho ho hoes, check my king-ass fro The gin and juice has got me tipsy so, um It goes, give me ten, and Ill serve you then, now we bend The corner in my Cadillac My heart does not go pitty-pat for no rat Im leaning back, my elbows out the window Coke, rum and indo fills my body, wheres the party? We roll deep, we dip to Underground, see a lot of hoes around I spit my game while waiting countdown A five, fo, a three, two, here comes the one A new year has begun, P-Funk, spark another one All the players came from far and wide Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides Now Im here to tell you theres a better day When the players ball is happening, all day eryday Heres a little something for the players out there hustling Getting down for theirs From East Point, College Park, Decatur, Da Briar You know, niggas worldwide Down, for theirs All the players came from far and wide Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides Now Im here to tell you theres a better day When the players ball is happening, all day eryday

Yeah, 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 yelling crickets and crows Bitches and hoes to queen thangs Over the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangs Like Kilroy, chill boy because them folks might think you soft Talking like that, man, fuck them niggas, I’m going off And coming right back like boomerangs when you throw em With these old ghetto poems, thinking its better for em When they can let they thumb down from hitchhiking Inviting niggas into the temple they call their body Now everybody got it, had it, talked about it amongst they friends Coming around my crew looking Jazzy, wanna pretend Like you Ms. Goody Four-Shoes, even Bo knew that you got poked Like acupuncture patients While our nation is a boat, straight sinking I hate thinking that these the future mommas of our chillun They fucking a different nigga every time they get the feeling to I’m willing to go the extra kilometer Just to see my señorita get her pillow On the side of my bed where no girl ever stay House and doctor was the games we used to play But now it’s real Jazzy Belle See what if you was a playa, real playa not no flaw Having the very best of life: lobster, steak and Perignon Smoking an ounce of weed And every single day was personal FreakNik Tricking these hoes in Polo clothes, life as you conceived it But your conception, deception, looking into your eyes I see your weapon and it’s depressing Theyre digging up in your thighs, leaving deposits Keeping your closets open, knocking your boots and drawers Hoping to get you sprung like bail-bonds Steadily calling me Antwan cause you thinking that you my lady Bitch, don’t play me cause you’re janky I wanted to hit that ass but me and the Goodie we got danky So thank thee, for running that Southernplayalistic game You was the only one to blame, a nigga don’t even know yo name It’s a shame, you cracking em up and fucking a nigga like 2Pac up I’m leaving these foes to be the flowers and wake don’t get me See, I gotta be feeding 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 saying See me and ol girl in the black-on-black Lac Northstar Windows are tinted so that no one knows who us are Talk bad about her nigga guaranteed to snap like bra Straps, sticking together like grandma and grandpa-pa In this dog-eat-dog world Kitty cats be scratching on my furry coat to curl Up with me and my bowl of kibbles and bits I want to hurl, cause most of the girls That we was liking in high school, now they dyking Having no mercy for the disrespectful ones, some Be hanging around the crew looking for funds, dumb Deaf and fine, they be asking me all about mine How she doing how she be, I know she’s sipping that wine Behind my back they squawk like vultures Off and On like Trends of Cultures baby Hey he faking it like these sculptured nails But they can go to hell and lay with Lucifer Cause they burning anyway, Big Boi use her and abuse her Tricks hollin they got rank Tricks hollin they got rank Tricks hollin they got rank Tricks hollin they got rank Tricks hollin they got rank Tricks hollin they got rank Tricks hollin they got rank Tricks hollin they got rank

Carter IV, its on Yeah, it sound like that Lil, man, they be like Wayne That nigga right over there, that niggas from another planet Cut the weed, pop-pop Insanity shit, niggas from this planet cant see U-u-u-u-uhh Hots what it is, watch what the kid drops Ima get the prop if youre not with the biz Not only other regions, I really popped at the crib So hatin motherfuckers, you better stop with the jibs Off of the thizz, but Im boss It dont matter what the cost When I live right across from the Wiz Killa City will have a nigga lost in the Mid Leavin nothin but mothers stuck and plus a coffin to give What is happening is a merger, different levels of murder Lil Weezy cookin and Im a server Further, thats what Ima get doing this Remember when eating Gerber Mama said to kill em all and I heard her Thank you Baby for what became Lil Wayne Hes gettin all the people knowin that Strange in the game I been really able to hang in the fame But when he shouted my name, its been a change in my lane Im a Klusterfuk and lovin nothin but to get your brain And I be stuck in lust and quick to a bust a nut And take a niggas dame with no shame Really be bussin up, they thinkin they thuggin tough But never do knuckle up, you in the gang, you bang You drug and touchin every thang, you lame Sucka, you cannot sustain the reign Tech N9ne is such a cuckoo in this Ballin nigga, Strange Music, crew threw swishes I know a lot of you prolly never knew who this is Well, you listenin to Tecca Nina, Soo Woo bidness Today, I feel electric gray, I hope tomorrow neon black I tell a nigga, All those flows are borrowed It’s the pharaoh, Three Stacks I woke up in Cairo, lookin’ at stars So bright in the sky, I thought they were marbles No car doors, whatcha call those? A whole carload, of raw hoes In a Jeep Defender Please remember, don’t feed the Simba Three’s assembled like nobody Hes a symbol of whats safari Pulled her ponytail to my body She’s the only girl that was smart e-nough To call me Mr. Benjamin in the middle of a wild party Skin was cinnamon; I pound it harder How come the only girls that are thought of Are the light ones? Well tonight then We gon’ do it, do it, do it for the dark ones It’s important that you are more than Welcome to Tha Carter IV and Y’all enjoy it, I will go ‘head And I’ll kiss y’all on y’all forehead, out

I aint even gon lie, I was probably high Just forgot to call you back, simple as that I aint no almanac, so lick my dictionary I might just call a cab cause I dig canary Yellow accents on a dark bitch I met her back when she kept all her carpet Im well aware all that shit is fantasy I double dare yall to fuck your plan B Thats demeanor, mommas mannerisms That mean, dont mean to get vulgar, but its some Hoes in this bitch like a box of donuts Its cold out in this bitch, standing on the corner Condolences to niggas that got erased I pour out some liquor on a cops grave Mmm, digital church bells Ringin cross the street, sure work well Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? For real For real Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? For real For real I dont wanna get up now, I dont wanna go to school I dont wanna be the best, dont wanna follow rules Mom, I think you fuckin lied to me Three stacks said all this shit is fantasy Its my time, gon put a little life to it If lifes a obstacle then Imma bike through it I see it like a kiddie on the carousel If I url while I go around, what the hell And that went well, so Im compelled To have visions of getting chicken while my friends get jel My young nigga motto was, Fuck it, Im already grown And I dream of when Im sixteen, Im out my home That petty though, cause my mama boyfriend dough Its kinda long like this old head hustle, yo He cognizant of a nigga ride and die I see us getting money through my green eyes Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? For real For real Yeah, all the kids, all the what, uh Yeah, all the badass kids, uh Kids, say Im the shit Im Chick-fil-A nuggets, McDonalds french fries The spicy Popeyes and Red Lobster biscuits And girls scout thin mints Pardon my penmanship, but oh shit Feel like Im hungry now again And I cant do nothing about it because my teeth are all rotted And my mom and my pop, they just grin And empathize with me cause they were little like Pygmies But too bad they cant get back they member whens Them grown-up stories dont work In the court of the kiddies, the judgement is in And while yall doing all yall your bids, yall reminisce as kids Fuck it, kids, the grown-ups wont own up They stood on the corner Like you once upon a, time And probably felt like a loner And smelled like a stoner, and snuck to Daytona So when they questioning you bout who or who you aint boning Complaining that you always moaning Never saying good morning Storming out my house And slamming doors like you paying bills They been through it too, though They were kids like you, though But what if they knew though And hit you with the cheat code To a game you just start playing, no extra man Leave you reckless on the court With no high percentage shot Just a bunch of, You got em, nigga, just give it what you got Yeah, it look a little different on a yacht But aint gon lie, I miss kayaking I love the young niggas, and they do too, they just be acting Like a bunch of retired tired thespians, a bit too salty Shit, their blood pressure high, why? They dont play no more, probably Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy?

Yeah, oh Yeah, yeah Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah Goyard bag with a hundred yeah And I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Say I know I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Wakin up on the hills right on Runyon yeah Smokin on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah Like call my private chef hold my stomach in Yeah I like em fried, she like em sunny eggs Ew, thats them runny eggs I might flex around the world and then I stunt again I might flex around your girl and then I fuck again And the funny thing is you gon cuff again Yeah I advise you Stop all the hatin and youll make it too Like I done had a situation but I made it through I paid 1000 for these shoes, for my Yeezy cuffs too Got the drop top runnin for the summer yeah, ay Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah And I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Say I know I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Wakin up on the hills right by Runyon yeah Smokin on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah Like Im a private chef, cook for money yeah Hey, white and yellow gold, just like sunny eggs Look I just think shorty like my go hard swag Turn my brown bags to a Goyard bag My son told me keep makin these old farts mad He said you drive this foreign like a go-kart dad Spittin like they got it, they on that mission Lookin different when you see em rappers catfishin Either Barneys, Neiman Marcus, or we Saks Fifthin Always makin movies but we never act different, no Never changed up I just leveled up And I watch the gold diggers pick they shovels up Watchin thirsty niggas try to pick my beverage up Never spoke on em, I wont bring the devil up, no Sometimes sayin nothin sayin somethin When your money talks now youre sayin somethin Ay if you aint get a message thats a message Look yall know who the freshest of the freshest Got the drop top runnin for the summer yeah Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah And I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Say I know I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Wakin up on the hills right by Runyon yeah Smokin on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah Like Im a private chef, cook for money yeah Hey white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs Ive been talkin to my idol Ive been talkin to my idol Nowadays I feel like Im my own idol Scratch her off the list like a vinyl Real girl, I dont really like her I just really wanna just spike her Yeah, yeah, you know I one night ya Hope ya wasnt thinkin Ima wife ya Got the drop top runnin and I got guap comin Now we eatin garlic noodles and they not Top Ramen Im not just laid up with a baddie, got some slop top from her Studio all winter just to drop hot summers, yeah (I be in my bag with no travel Let you be the judge, get the gavel I think if I want you I can have you Every time I pull up on the avenue) Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah Goyard bag with a hundred yeah And I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Say I know I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Wakin up on the hills right on Runyon yeah Smokin on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah Like call my private chef hold my stomach in Yeah I like em fried, like em sunny eggs Fab - So Im in my bag? Im back in my bag now or what? Girl - Nah you in your Goyard bag now Fab - Told ya I was gonna get back to it, know what Im sayin? I just wanted to let you know like I appreciate you like havin faith in me like and giving me that talk cause I was going to do it for a minute and you know I mean I just needed somebody to let me know its time to level up. Like stop playing out here Girl - Its all good real ones might fall back but they dont fall off

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah Darlin, I have to be moved from afar The truth is the only thing worth holdin onto anymore Untie me, let me loose from the cord Im so gone, so far, I deserve more Yeah Im beggin you Im beggin you, please, come home No one even begs anymore Im beggin you Im beggin you, please, come home No one even begs anymore Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah Who should I rest blame upon When all of the signs are brightly drawn And point back to your open arms? Back too soon, but Im here for the last of support No longer bound by a broken heart Im beggin you Im beggin you, please, come home No one even begs anymore Im beggin you Im beggin you, please, come home No one even begs anymore Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah Somewhere in a plane over water My love, my love Home base, wifey turn it off before I touch down Youre all I need, all of me on my knees Normally harmony, bumblebee, hummingbird Im a nerd, study you What are you, WWF? We fightin, we might need counseling Possibly moreso me Sounds to me frownsll be grounds to leave Houndsll be lookin for you before you drop a tear, apres diem Stop pretending that I aint him I aint them, dim sum dumpling I remember when you start dyeing them silver hairs And start hiding from your age I ask, Why? How come? Amazin how time can run away from us Im no nun, youre no priest, but I promise, hun, you gon see A phenomenon, come with me Like its Ramadan, I dont eat Like its Comic Con, Im a freak for you Im begging now, pretty please with cherries on top Hairy wet twat Harriet Tub-man, I dont give up And if your gut tells you to strut, then strut Then Ill hail you a car, but what man wont beg? You know Im nutmeg I will show up on a lil moped With a lil puppy, itll be fluffy You will un-toughen, we can discuss it You know Im sufferin, I do miss my friend I dont like my fin bent up, Tilikum, well, thats ill-informed Sweet stuff, Willa Wonk, we stuck, Billabong Least at minumum we gon get along Peace and inner calm, geez, its been a long T-I-M-E, um, please, Im feelin dumb Please, Im feelin dumb Please, Im feelin dumb Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah

Baby, did you hear that? Yeah, baby, I heard it too Look out the window, golly, the sky is electric blue Mama Earth is dying and crying because of you Raining cats and jackals, all shackles disintegrate to residue Silly mortals havent a clue as to what the fuck is going on Im on the telephone dialing the Dungeon This Dre, bring the MP and the SP Meet me at the center of the Earth and travel carefully Baby, grab the baby, cause baby, it aint much time Mama Earth is tossing and turning and thats a sign Omega nigga I.F.O.s are landing in Decatur Hope Im not over your head, but if so you will catch on later Played the track, guess she could not take it anymo Raping her heavenly body like a ho, coochie so From niggas constantly fucking her, never loving her Never showing appreciation, busting nuts in her face when they done Who said good folks is not supposed to die? The sky is falling, nobody balling, they done gave back they guns For some tickets to the playoffs, but the Hornets, they won Nigga, we slum, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family I drove the biggest thing in the house cause I knew theyd try to ram me But Im stabbing, making a path on expressway the best way I know how Look up in the sky, east, west, no clouds Him coming now, fuck that money now I ask my honey how she feeling and is Jordan okay? Yeah, yeah, she chillin We should be at The Dungeon shortly, aint nobody on they porch, see? Approaching the final exit, Im thinking I see four horsies But I dont though, nigga, you wont know until its on ya I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California All the weed smell like ammonia but at the Dungeon I know theyre smoking Writing the raps and doing the beats to make this last recording Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distortion Who said good folks is not supposed to die? Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something Dont let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Dont spend all your time tryna get high You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something Cause you and I got to do for you and I I dont recall, ever graduating at all Sometimes I feel Im just a disappointment to yall Every day I just lay around then I cant be found Always asking Gimme some, living life like a bum Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own Nigga, you supposed to be grown I agree, I try to be the man Im posed to be But negativity is all you seem to ever see I admit, Ive done some dumb shit, and Im probably gon do some mo You shouldnt hold that against me though Why not? My musics all that I got But some time must be invested for this to be manifested I know you know but Im gon say this to you, I Get high but I dont get too high So whats the limit posed to be? That must be why you cant get yo ass up out the bed before three You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out Aint you sick and tired of having to do without? Damn, what up with all these questions? You act as though you know something I dont, do you have any suggestions? Cause every job I get is cruel and demeaning Sick of taking trash out and toilet bowl cleaning But Im also sick and tired of struggling I never ever thought Id to have resort to drug smuggling Naw, that aint what Im about Cee-Lo will just continue traveling his route Without any doubt or fear I know the Lord aint brought me this far so he could drop me off here Did I make myself clear? You need to git up, git out and git something Dont let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Dont spend all your time tryna get high, nigga You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something Cause you and I got to do for you and I Thats why Well, uh, get up, stand up, so whats said, you dickhead? See when I was a youngster, used to wear them fucking Pro Keds My mama made me do it but the devil, he made me smart Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking Starters In the middle school, I was a bigger fool I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool I used to hang out with my daddys 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 Rosemarys 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 aint a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit, bitch You need to git up, git out, git something Smoke out cause its all about money, money, money Yeah I said it, a nigga sporting plaits and a Braves hat I hang with Rico Wade cause the Dungeon is where the funks at, boy Im true to Organized cause they raised me Im also down with LaFace cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And its cool, yeah its real cool getting paid fat pockets And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha! You need to git up, git out and git something Dont let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Dont spend all your time tryna get high, nigga You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something Cause you and I got to do for you and I Thats why A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred Like a piece of wood and them spirits got the mutants mind Im getting paranoid and steady looking for the time Its eight in the morning and aint nobody up yet I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap Im headed out the door, to get off in my ride Im digging through the ashtray, hoping to have a good day I had Jamaicas best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head Now I know its on, my day is finally started Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick 84 Sedan DeVille, steady bouncing Out the Point to Campbellton Road The valley of the Southside flow Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so Keep your eyes peeled for the COBRA unit Cause they known for jumping out of black Chevy trucks and through the fog Here come the Red Dogs, Im busting out around the corner in my hog Dipping from the area, Im scared So one of these bitches might wind up dead, cause I have no time for jail Fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin Bell And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country Thinking that my city is the big lick for 96 94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo OutKast, a vision from the past Hootie Hoo! My White Owls are burning kind of slow You need to git up, git out and git something Dont let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Dont spend all your time tryna get high nigga You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something Cause you and I got to do for you and I Thats why Yall telling me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why? Aint nobody black running but crac-kers, so, why I got to register? I thinking of better shit to do with my time Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes So let me take yall way Back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta, ay Yall could not tell me nothing, thought I hit that bottom rock At age 13, start working at the loading dock They laying my mama off of work, General Motors tripping But I come home banked like Hank, from licking and dipping Doing dumb shit, not knowing what a nigga know now Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down I dips, over to East Point still actin a fool Wasting my time in the school, Id rather be shooting pool Cool is how I played the tenth grade I thought it was all about macking hoes and wearing pimp fade Instead of being in class, Id rather be up in some ass Not thinking about them six courses that I need to pass Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies Damn, thats fucked up, I shouldve listened when my mama told me That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later Figured she was talking yang yang so I payed her no attention And kept missing the point she tried to poke me with The doper that I get, the more Im feeling broke as shit Huh, but that dont matter though, I am an O-U-T-Kast So get up off your ass You need to git up, git out and git something Dont let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Dont spend all your time tryna get high You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something Cause you and I got to do for you and I You need to... You need to... You need to... You need to...

I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album You looked at me like, Yeah, nigga, right But you gave me your number anyway, you were on the talcum Powder—hows about them oranges? Moved away from home to school with big plans By day, studied the history of music By night, just to pay for that shit, youd dance To get your pants was a Mission Impo–ssible We were both the same age, but I Suppose, wasnt on the same page, but in The same book of life, so Id page you when I felt you that were getting off of work Or either when youre on your way to school We started hanging like Ernie and Bert And in my idle head Im thinking, Cool Just when I think Im going down your shirt Youre hiking up your skirt now The events that followed had me volley If your hometown would be heaven or hell The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best Therefore, hard to tell Youd drop me off by the Dungeon Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering Now, are these niggas in this house up to something? Selling crack, sack by sack, so they could function? W-W-Well, yes and no Yes, we were selling it, but no, it wasnt blow Cook it in the basement then move it at a show Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled, Ho! Meanwhile, the video starts playing BET, college radio, and a van Packed full of niggas with a blunt in their hand And one in their ear, you know what Im saying, but I kept your number in my old phone Got a new chip-flip with the roam-roam So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits But I promised I would call you when I got home, but When I got home, I never did By the time I did, heard that youd had a kid By some nigga in Decatur who replied, See you later When he got the good news; thats life, shit Now, Im nineteen with a Cadillac My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack Got a plaque, but Im living with my pop-pop So I got a Glock and a LoJack Yeah, kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw And never said much, cause half of what he saw Was so far from that place you wanna be That words only fucked it up more, follow me Are you starting to gather what Im getting at? Now if Im losing you, tell me, then Ill double back But keep in mind, at the time, keep it real was the phrase Silly when said now, but those were the days When Spring Break and Daytona and Freakniks Made you wanna drop out of college and never go back Move to the South, but that aint a Kodak Moment, on went myself and Big Bo— Well, you knew hm as Twan Thats right, you were around before this shit begun Well Twan had a daughter and Sorta was made to mature before the first tour We hit the road like Jack Laughed and cried and drive it back with some Yak Girls used to say, Yall talk funny, yall from the islands? And Id laugh, and theyd just keep smiling No, Im from Atlanta, baby, he from Savannah, maybe We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down; hey, we Gotta go because the bus is pulling out in thirty minutes Shes playing tennis, disturbing the tenants 15-Love, fit like glove Description is like fifteen doves In a jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost Making one woozy in the head and comatose—agree? Enough about me, hows about you? Hows the lil kid? She was about two the last time we spoke I hadnt smoked or took a shot of drink Cause Id start the second album off on another note Now, that note threw some niggas in the hood off But see, Id balled out, and fore Id fall out Id slow my Lac down to a nice speed The brain was that fried egg, I might need New direction was apparent I was a child looking at the floor, staring So changing my style was like relief for the primitive beast Yes, I was on the rise, yeast was the street To make bread, never primary concern Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn Id meet Muslims, gangstas, bitches, rastas And macaroni niggas: impastas So on a trip to New York on some beeswax I get invited to a club where emcees at And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreads with Which I was rocking at the time When I was going through them phases trying to find Anything that seemed real in the world Still searching, but I started liking this girl Now, you know her as Erykah On & On Badu Call Tyrone on the phone, Why you Do that girl like that, boy? You ought to be ashamed The song wasnt about me, and that aint my name Were young, in love, in short we had fun No regrets, no abortion, had a son By the name of Seven And hes five; by the time I do this mix, hell probably be six You do the rithmetic, me do the language arts Yall stand against the wall blindfolded, we throw the darts To poke you in the heart and take you from the start To when luxury transportation meant a MARTA card Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays Mama or her daddy let her borrow the Benz, because she smart Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor And he sells you that Rabbit thats been sitting in his yard You fix it up, you trick it out You give it rims, you give it bump You give it all your time because thats all you can think about And thats as far as I got And thats as far as I got, and where I wanted to go, knowing, the whole summer, thats all you could think about. Even though if you cut it off and start that bitch up, you need a jump, like you need and you want to grow, and you change all the time. So that Rabbit that you thought about that whole summer—the next summer, you didnt want that Rabbit no more. You wanted something bigger and better. So the summer passed and now the Rabbits old? Right... right, so now you want a Cadillac...

Okay, here we go... Yeah, Im afraid, like Im scared as a dog But Ive got a new song, and I want yall to sing along Sing along See this is the way that we walk on a sunny day When its rainin inside and youre all alone All alone, yeah! Cause the whole world loves it when you dont get down And the whole world loves it when you make that sound And the whole world loves it when youre in the news And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues Take a little trip, hater, pack up your mind Look forward, not behind, then youll see what you find I caught a sucker dyin cause he thought he could rhyme Now if his momma is a quarter daughter must be a dime I gotta meet her, dont take no shorts, I dont use abbrevi- -ation, I dont even play the radio neither Only if I need to know the sports or the weather Im a cool type of brother, but yep, your head Ill sever from the neck See aint nothing changed, hit the stage Set a date, sucker, in battle we can engage Ill slice you, wife you, marry you, divorce you Throw the Porsche at you, is what Im forced to do With my back against the wall, crack his back, yall Naw, it aint 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 them niggas 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... Cause the whole world loves it when you dont get down And the whole world loves it when you make that sound And the whole world loves it when youre in the news And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues Player, I grind, my focus is crime Raw with the rhyme, Im 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 running like Randy Moss Ride that bitch off like a brand new horse Im rollin my stones, gather no moss Mommy, Im coming, 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 wont stop Cause the whole world loves it when you dont get down And the whole world loves it when you make that sound And the whole world loves it when youre in the news And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues Turn on the TV and everything is lookin dismal Went in the bathroom medicine cabinet, Pepto-Bismol 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, lets dismiss this If you want to, you can dub it to your hit list I know you goin to, we in this to replenish yo musical wish list When it come to this music, we stay relentless Pursuing all thats pursuable Doing, God-willing, all things that are doable The only liable limitation is yourself, Dre Set it on the right and Ill set it on the left, cause Cause the whole world loves it when you dont get down And the whole world loves it when you make that sound And the whole world loves it when youre in the news And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Cant ne-, cant ne-, cant ne-, cant ne- Cant nev-, cant nev-, cant nev-, cant nev- Cant never, cant never, cant never, cant never We delay the show, we kiss so long We breathe through the nose til the breath is gone And everything slows, everythings rose now You use both hands, I use both hands We meet in the middle, we meet in the sand And everythings ghost, everythings ghost now Every, everythings rose now Wheres the catch? Wheres the catch? There must be, there must be a catch Hey, alright, now this may be a little bit heady And, yknow, I hate heady-ass verses I wrote this shit, so here we go Yo All my pets are mystic, keeps me in a cage Aww, my head is twisted, keeps me spinnin round for days Exorcism, pessimism has arisen Theres no reason really, treason to myself so silly So perfect, so perfect, so why do I look for curtains? Uncertain but certainly false alarms alertin A burden in beautiful times, a garden snake Wont bite me, but frightens me like I know Im ate I know I aint, I know it, ayy Harmony, harmony, how many, how many Days of amazin will it be before it phases? And I say, I told you so Summer bee, summer bee buzzin Somell be hovering over nothin All of a sudden its fall and its over, though Come with me, come with me, calming me down Be chamomile, calamine lotion Camel motion, humpin on the flo Tumbleweed, tumbleweed Wanna leave before the avaricious take over the city We build and discover gold Alchemists make it silver before you know it Negative nickels until its void Aluminum foil it back to soil, oh yeah Wheres the catch? But everythings rose, everythings rose Everythings rose now But everythings rose Everythings rose Everythings rose now Everythings rose Everythings rose Everythings rose now Can you trust me? But-but, every-everything-things rose Every-everything-things rose But-but, every-everything-things rose Every-everything-things rose Every-everything-things rose But-but, every-everything-things rose Everything, everything Everything, everything Wheres the catch? Wheres the catch? There must be, there must be a catch

Theres a— theres a— theres a— theres a fine line Its too late to pray that Im on it, yeah, yeah, yeah Theres a fine line between love and hate, you see Came way too late but, baby, Im on it Theres a fine line between love and hate, you see Came way too late but, baby, Im on it Cant worry bout what a nigga think, now see Thats liberation and, baby, I want it Cant worry bout what another nigga think Now thats liberation and, baby, I want it Lemme hear it, lemme hear it, lemme though, lemme hear it How many times I sit back and contemplate? Im fresh off the dank but Im tellin my story My relationship with my folks is give-and-take And I done took so much, now give me my glory To have a choice to be who you wants to be Its left up-a to me and my momma nem told me I say, to have a choice to be who you wants to be Its left up-a to me and my momma nem told me No, no, no Im so tired, its been so long struggling hopelessly Seven and forty days Oh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe To make you believe Id give my life away Oh, Lord, Im so tired, Im so tired My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my own All on my own We alive but we aint livin, thats why Im givin until its gone Cause I dont wanna be alone I dont wanna be alone If theres anything I can say to help you find your way Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I Theres not a minute that goes by that I dont believe we could fly But I can feel it in the wind, beginning or the end But people, keep your head to the sky Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Folk in your face, youre a superstar Niggas hang around cause of who you are You get a lot of love cause of what you got Say they happy for you but they really not Sell a lot of records and you roll a Benz Swoll up in the spot, now you losing friends All you wanna do is give the world your heart Record label tried to make you compromise your art You make a million dollars, make a million mo First class broad treat you like a nigga po You wanna say Wait! but youre scared to ask As your world starts spinning and its moving fast Tryin to stay sane is the price of fame Spending your life trying to numb the pain You shake that load off and sing your song Liberate the minds, then you go on home I must admit, they planted a lot of things In the brains and the veins of my strain Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine From them whores, from the flame From a post in the game Makes it hard to maintain focus Theyre from the Glock rounds, and lockdowns, and burials The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts Cause its a hard row to ho If your ass dont move, and the rain dont fall And the ground just dry But the roots are strong, so some survive So youre surprised, now Im bustin cries You got more juice than Zeus Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded Melanin silicon and collagen injected Dissectin my pride, fool I dont wanna get it started We be the lionhearted, without infanticide Its like that red sprite, you cant imagine it Unless you lookin at the canvas of life And not through the peephole of mortality Single minded mentality Gettin over on loopholes Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities Clickin your heels, scared to voice how you feel Packing steel Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe, though I dont think we in Kansas no mo though Midwest or Dirty South Clean dressed or dirty mouth Whether robbin preachers or killin Poor Righteous Teachers You a scared demon Shouldnt be allowed to spread semen And you cowardly lions never defyin the jackals of Babel Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs Though the mane on your head say the story As you downplay your glory Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethren happening Just by rappin Libertad

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Whats wrong? What are you afraid of? The Love Below? She stays alone, never sheds a single tear She stays in coolest moods, clearly woman of the year She and all her girlfriends, they go out dressed to win She comes back to the cooler side of town Ah, but she lives in my lap She lives in my lap, she lives in my lap She lives in my lap, she lives in my lap She lives in my lap, she lives in my lap Oh, she lives in my lap She lives in my lap She lives in my lap Make me want you, make me miss you Make me wonder where you are, then forget you Girl, remind me just who we are Were oh so close, but yet so far Baby, why are you acting like this? I dont care about any of them, I care about you Baby, I love you Youve got me open wide Just come inside Its yours , Im yours For sure , play, baby, play She lives in my lap, she lives in my lap She lives in my lap, she lives in my lap Oh, she lives in my lap She lives in my lap She lives in my lap She lives in my lap Youve got me open wide Oh, she lives in my lap Its yours, Im yours Play, baby, play She lives in my lap Baby, I love you! Forever my fiancée She lives in my lap Play, baby, play

I hope she dont think That I think that she some kind of ho Cause I dont care what just let me know That she knows what she wants, yeah Baby, I wont judge Now Im sure that she knows what she wants, yeah Had me at Hello, my name is Chose him before he could say it I cant help feeling like he need it You know Im usually shy I be lyin, Im just tryin Not to come too strong but I am I cant front, I see potential And if he say so, I wont say no Dont be scared of my aggression Just dont get the wrong impression I hope she dont think That I think that she some kind of ho Cause I dont care that just let me know That she knows what she wants, yeah Baby, I wont judge, now Im sure that She knows what she wants, yeah Hey girl, say girl, aint no time to play, girl Now hurry up and touch her and tell her I want that girl Yeah, they call me Gucci, but Ima buy you Louis Yellow stones on my wrist remind me of a slushie Girl so fine, wanna ride me like a Huffy Ugly girls quiet, pretty girls riot Country girls, city girls love to floss diamonds Got her in the bed with the kid straight wildin Took her to the club bought her three Long Islands She from Rhode Island, Atlanta I reside in Big black diamond bigger than a black razor Asian, Black, caucasian, Im blazing After all, I just hope he dont think That Im some kind of ho I dont know He just makes me feel like he knows what he wants, yeah I would take it slow But he makes me feel like He knows what he wants, yeah I be on my bold shit I be on some bold shit, I be on my own shit He know he be needin it and he know that I want it He know that I want, he know, he know that I want I be, I be on my bold shit, I be on some bold shit I be on my own shit but I aint on that bullshit He know he be needin it and he know that I want it He know that I want it but I aint on that ho shit Ugly girls quiet, pretty girls riot Ugly girls quiet, pretty girls riot Ugly-ugly girls quiet, pretty girls riot Pretty girls riot, pr-pr-pretty girls riot

Yeah, yeah, yeah , rrah Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules The common denominator, the nigga numerator Never know who the hater, niggas cater to your ego Im sorry like Atari, whos the cousin to Coleco Vision, caught a RICO, back on the street like Chico DeBarge, he large and got a Lac in the garage Few parts here and there, I declare hard My Lord, one at Clark, one at Spelman Both know each other and its cool, you can tell when He step off in the party, women jump for joy But all the wild niggas scheming, they gon jump the boy For spittin all that bourgeoi, My watch, my car Im a star, Id rather be a comet by far Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso Grow hydro, then bag it up slow Price that, longevity suggest make moves slow Take time, grow eight, react nine, blow Hydro slide raw like fuck Ronaldo Fly ride, though, shit lookin wild dope Then glide, yo, flippin the page, I go Watch five-o, jump on my meat, ride slow Watch those undercovers, cop those, rock those Glock blows, leave em baggy and collect, spot closed Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht, wash clothes Let the chop blow, bag a half a block, plot grows, what? Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Boy, I bust raps like D-boys bust gats, shit We the type of people that dont bury the axe Or the hatchet, every time we see your link, we snatch it Ridin round our hood talkin that dumb shit, your cabbage Is cracked like plumbers ass and summers grass I been in the game for a minute, seen some suckas like yall passin Thinkin youre light skinned, aight then, lil boy why you frightened? The Dungeon Family gon be here, nigga, so keep writing I gotta hit The Source, I need my other half a mic Because that Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik was a classic, right College Park, East Point and Decatur they got my back, so We gon keep on jammin and stabbin off in the track, I Think its time to bungee, but buddy we will be back And Im fin to put some Ds on the Lac, know dat Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules

Give me the green light Give me just one night Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now I see you move, Im checking your smile Workin your back like, its going out of style Shake just a little bit faster Shake just a little now girl Dying to meet you, so lets mess around Got an obsession, of us getting down Come just a little bit closer I just need permission, so Give me the green light Give me just one night Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now We could go all night Give me the green light Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now One, two, three - green light Well, if its what it seems like They way youre movin baby lets me know thats its gon be right Im - Ah, ah Im - A-one, two, three - red light I wanna see what your beds like But if I be your buddy, get you studied, is yo head right? Im - Ah, ah Im - Do I have a girlfriend? Well, technically no If you be my girlfriend, then Ill make it so Youll be my only true lover No competition, no other Baby, its just, the thrill of the chase Ive got a feeling, Im winning this race Baby, Im in much closer I just need permission so Give me the green light Give me just one night Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now We could go all night Give me the green light Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now One, two, three - green light Well, if its what it seems like They way youre movin baby lets me know thats its gon be right Im - Ah, ah Im - A-one, two, three - red light I wanna see what your beds like But if I be your buddy, get you studied, is yo head right? Im - Ah, ah Im - So I went hard like Medusa starin at me I told her, Lets go, lets blow this lame nigga factory She said, What kind of girl do you think that I are? The kind that you meet in a bar? You think you can get whatever you want cause you some kind of star No, Im a comet; I just want you woman Hey, if I were you then it would be me that Id go home with Three, the one and only, one thing you aint considered I heard you when you told your girl, Ooh, he can get it - admit it You did it! Lets hop a cab, and split it Im kiddin! We both goin to where you livin! Eh-HAH!! I got you giggling like a piglet - oh, thats the ticket? I hope you more like, Anita Baker, than Robin Givens No, I dont know that lady, so let me quit it Im just stylefreein, freestylin which I seldom do This is what Im tellin you, to the bed Im nailin you Like Ive been in jail for two, years and then they let me loose Give me the green light Give me just one night Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now We could go all night Give me the green light Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now You got you one, Legend! Sometimes you gotta step from behind that piano! And let em know whats going on Even Stevie Wonder got down sometimes..Hahaha! Im ready to go! My mandate cant wait Participate Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now

Conceive true deception multiplied a million fold Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense That we get em confused The resident evil specialize in misconstruing We wanna be at a presidential level—what are we doing? Fooling ourselves, clowning ourselves, playing ourselves By not being ourselves We cant babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat Nimrod by the time we forty cause we cant get off meat While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season Look at the picture thats painted Tainted as the mind whos 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 upon this section of time marked Revelations And recognize this mind-numbing reality of horror Known as mankind Jesus and his twelve disciples make thirteen A righteous number of righteous men Even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end The Devil say the end is the beginning They teach that we were the product of incest Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics Stand with us and dont look back upon it Just face this mindstate Otherwise Babylon Like memories of yesterday Ninety-six gonna be that year... Ninety-six gonna be that year... Ninety-six gonna be that year... Ninety-six gonna be that year... 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 theyre making their paper so I guess I cant complain Or can I? I feel theyre disrespecting the whole thang Them hooks like selling dope to black folks And I choke when the food they serving aint tasting right My stomach cant digest it even when I bless it Im confessing one more lesson from the South, we in the house tonight Now hootie who wants to oppose? Suppose We rolls through Headland and Delowe Where me and my niggas would pass the flow And got down for ours like hind catchers My mind catches flashbacks to the black past While mind close niggas 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 Afrika Bambaata, so you and your partner Gather your thoughts Somethings gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turn 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 Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my partners they call me Big Boi Its the nigga the B-I-G, be speaking the truth not talking that shit boy Im thinking of checking my traps and busting my raps And throwing them craps 7 Eleven is no convenience, you pumping your gas but watching your back For the robbing crew; thinking theyre robbing you, you must be cautious To staying up on your game and pimping these crows, you must be flawless Like Mortal Kombat, but fucking these wombats got you dizzy My nigga you know if I wanna be playin But runnin up on me like you miss me You catching the wrong vibe, packing your shit and rolling your eyes back Flexin up on the corner tossin your dice and rollin your Cadillac But man it seems Im reaching out and touching the wrong nigga Dont expect it to be pimping get your index off the trigger As we bust, us, we leavin em in the dust So keep that caine up out of your nose I said my piece and then I hush As the calendar keeps flippin, niggas dippin Somethings gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turn 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 Our dearly beloved, we are gathered like soap is to lather we come clean Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean Oh, like Liberty Bells, yes them bullets keep on ringing On fire like the Georgia Mass Choir, we keep on sanging Bringing our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get green Light and we aint gon stop until we hit the big screen Psych, because no one is free when others are oppressed So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest Growing old Like some eagles, people dont understand Just like their parents dont be caring Im speaking bout you playing with that phony stuff you sharing In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches Thinking you got it but get it, get it but you aint pimping no bitches Cause you flauging; falling like leaves into driveways Isnt it lovely smoking good and sloppy head on highways Fridays are tight but Saturday just makes it old Winter nights are hot warm enough to feed your soul Growing old Somethings gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turn 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 See all them leaves must fall down, growing 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 See all them leaves must fall down, growing 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 See all them leaves must fall down, growing 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

Greetings, earthlings From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowing Spitting his game Coming up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint changed Cooler than most players claim to be A nigga thats from the A-Town see The home of the Bankhead Bounce Campbellton Road and other city streets Enough of the verality, fallacy, butter we speak not fiction Speaking of pulling yo girl looking at Jheri curls you bitches Everytime I rhyme for yall, Im looking to prove a point Kicking a freestyle every now and then But mostly off the joint See I smoke good cause see it go good wit them flows, bwoi The nigga the B-I-G like Tony Rich nobody knows why But me and my folks, cause yall niggas jokes like the Joker Im sick of these wack ass rappers like Im tired of hoes in chokers Who them boys that be having it crunk every occasion This side niggas dusting, that side niggas lacing But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs Asking where we come from? South Coast slums Its just two dope boys in a cadillac Its just two dope boys in a cadillac This ol sucka MC stepped up to me Challenged André to a battle and I stood there patiently As he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called freestyling Whole purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you wilding I say, Look, boy, I aint for that fuck shit—so fuck this Let me explain only child style so you dont dis I grew up to myself not round no park bench Just a nigga busting flows off in apartments Now who them boys that be having it crunk every occasion This side niggas dusting, that side niggas lacing But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs Asking where we come from? South Coast slums Its just two dope boys in a cadillac Its just two dope boys in a cadillac It goes Broughams to the Fleetwoods, Coupes to De Villes Hitting Girbauds and off these flows we having the playa chill In this atmosphere this aint no practice here We cutting the fool now Im doing ya at the house and throwing you out because Im through now Dont you love the way we claiming Bankhead, stankhead Looking around the SWATS for the herb thats never tainted Fainted when you heard the burban serving on the block And all you biting individuals need to check yourselfs and stop Yeah, tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes they get evicted Im dealing wit Queens in my castle—aint worth it to risk it Now tricks be looking at me like Im they way up out the projects Cant put you on my payroll, and no I aint got no Rolex Or no diamond; at the exit with a sign saying Well rap for food My face is bawled up cause I aint in a happy mood While my partner got the squeegee and the Windex Cause somewhere in my life I done went wrong just like a syntax error Bring the terror to your dome like PE Prone to finish this out cause this be a freestyle Now who them boys that be having the crunk every occasion? This side niggas dustin, that side niggas lacin But in the middle we stay calm We just drop–

I came into this world high as a bird From secondhand cocaine powder—I know it sounds absurd I never tooted, but its in my veins While the rest of the country bungies off bridges without no snap-back And bitches, they say they need that to shake they fannies in the ass clubs They go the other route, turn each other out, burn each other out Where a bona fide nigga like me cant even get no backrub these days Aint that bleak on they part? But let me hold it down, cause they shut you down when you speak from your heart—now thats hard While we ranting and raving bout gats Nigga, they made them gats they got some shit thatll blow out our backs from where they stay at Ooooh, I fear the battles just begun Ooooh, though were here someday we will be gone So Im hoping , wishing , praying To keep my faith in you In you, in you Im fascinated by the way your nipples peak at me through your blouse Freaky me, freaky you cant help but be a-roused Scuse me, Lord, lustful thinking, but thats the way we was brought up Sneaking to watch Playboy at night We all must be caught up in worldly ways Chemistry between boys and girls Is a lot like when we went to the woods and laid with the squirrels During P.E., wed be exploring each others privates Hunching with all our clothes on until we felt excited then Oh, now its on from here on out Put yo hands in the atmosphere if you know what Im talking about Now if too harsh then walk on out and Ill see you on the next song They call it horny because its devilish, now, see, we dead wrong Ooooh, I fear the battles just begun Ooooh, though were here someday we will be gone So Im hoping, wishing, praying To keep my faith in you In you People dont know the stress Im dealing with, day to day Speaking about the feeling Im possessing for Renee Moping around and wondering where she stay, saw her last that she lay Give it another day, I say, but the Lord, he taketh away Now give it back, Lord, cause thats like backboards without the rims Me and my auntie was tight like Southwest Before the pinks moved in Like the niggas who owned the liquor store, crack cocaine, pimps and whores Living up on this earth before a nigga like Daddy was born But they be making it seem that my music and crime are a team But Im speaking the truth not dreams So what in the fuck they mean, my lyrics aint clean? Ooooh, I fear the battles just begun Ooooh, though were here, someday we will be gone So Im hoping, wishing, praying To keep my faith in you In you Ooooh, I fear the battles just begun Ooooh, though were here, someday we will be gone So Im hoping, wishing, praying To keep my faith in you In you Ooooh, I fear the battles just begun Ooooh, though were here, someday, we will be gone So Im hoping, wishing, praying To keep my faith in you My faith in you My faith in you My faith in you My faith in you My faith in you My faith in you My faith—

Well, its the M-I-crooked letter coming around the South Rolling straight Hammers and Vogues in that old Southern slouch Please, aint nothing but incense in my atmosphere Im bending corners in my Lac, boi Cause thats how we be rolling here Deep, the slang is in effect because its Georgia Kicking the khakis and Adidas Packing yo heaters cause you sposed to, cousin Catfish and grits is how my flow flows Rolling steady in that Caddy but them 50 bottles got to go See, juice and gin used to be my friend from the beginning Now Im just a player sipping sauce every now and then To catch a buzz like a bumble bee Niggas who tried to fuck with me Get sprayed like Raid cause it aint nothing to see My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock No, my heart dont pump no Kool-Aid Jump and youll get too sprayed Who raise yo block? The one and only OutKast Many a nigga falling fast and I continue blasting, swiftly They aint gon get me, got something fo em The devil up in yo grill and you still dont even know em Show em whos the OK Like collard greens and Hoecakes, I got soul Thats something that you aint got Thats why your style is rot–ten Stop in the land of ATL Where nothing but pimps fully equipped quick to make a sale Swell, swollen got my pockets, business booming like rockets Folks try to stop it but they know that its that Its that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music Now, players if you choose it You better make sure you dont abuse it We gonna get cha high, high Time to drop these bows like Dusty Rhodes Then I yell ho, and knock em up off they feet Like a Southern hustler supposed to do Is in the house like... a joint is lit for my kinfolks And all the niggas that was down since we been broke Taking em deeper than a submarine So scream when you hear the team of two Look, my crew be thick as two fat hoes sitting off in a Brougham Im packing my tag backwards if you want to be acting wrong Word is bond like super glue, its funky like poopa scoop And every word I say you can true Well, okey dokey, Kast out I swear to God I got the highest booming Cadillac The expialalistic Coupe de Ville, can you handle that, you rat? I take my time cruising round the city malls And under my seat for you suckers is your final curtain call The one two to the gauge, P-U-M-P You want to do a jack, I heat the barrel til its empty, get me? See, I aint Finlay, getting in where I fit Organized is on the track with the Southernplayalistic shit So copy my slang and bite my shit but dont try gaffling me Cause sleep and youll get served with some Southern hospitality Its that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music Now, players if you choose it You better make sure you dont abuse it We gonna get cha high, high Well, Southernplayalisticadillac music has been laid I may wait for all day and day, be rolling like that today, hoe So back up off it, get up on it if you want it, yall Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on Players Ball, yup So now I step, rather walk with the pimp limp While my niggas are at East Point with that College Park hemp Smoked out is how I wanna end it on this track So I pass it to my partner and step back up in my Cadillac Step up in my shoes, you crews sitting on Trues And Vogues for the hoes only when we rolling through Atlanta skies be blue, the sun is beaming, its seeming That Im glistening, rather gleaming 20/20 got me leaning to the side, full of pride Now aint that something? Im dipping into your hood, this aint Braille, but Im bumping Thumping out the roaches, Dungeon if yall missed it Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, PA, OutKast, Southernplayalistic Its that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music Now, players if you choose it You better make sure you dont abuse it We gonna get cha high, high Its that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music Now, players if you choose it You better make sure you dont abuse it We gonna get cha high, high Its that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music Now, players if you choose it You better make sure you dont abuse it We gonna get cha high, high

Hey yall Ive come to talk about this girl that had my love, you see I went away for a while and She gave my love away, and I really shouldn’t blame her But now, that pussy is a stranger Baby Somethings on my mind, I gotta say it Yeah, your pussy done changed, it aint the same And thats a shame Ooh, aint being funny I know another bee’s been in that honey Ooh, babe, that pussy done changed It’s such a shame Girl, and thats a shame Tell me where that pussy gone Yeah, cause it don’t feel the same no more I miss that pussy, that pussy That pussy, that pussy, yeah No, no Why you do me like that, baby? why is this happening to me? She told me that it was my pussy I miss that pussy , that pussy That pussy , that pussy That pussy, haha! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah She She used to be a really special lady I guess shes feeling kinda freaky lately It’s such a shame, cause now, the pussys changed Mm-mm-mm She used to squeeze me Grip me tight enough so she could please me But now, now, now, that pussy changed It’s such a shame That pussy changed, no, oh Where did your pussy go? Mm, cause girl, I need to know now I miss that pussy, that pussy That pussy, that pussy, now You see, it was on some old, one of a kind-type shit, baby I’m about to kill this bitch She gave away all my shit I miss that pussy , that pussy That pussy , that pussy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dang, darling, do change your oil I’m your number-one fan-belt, they are not important I dont use a cordless microphone, avoid them They don’t feel real to me—meaning, real woman Others peeled on me You the primer on the lim-bean-green box when I couldn’t afford a Ford Clean socks scooting cross the floor in your— Grandmama house ; hand on your mouth You yap too much about the penny-ante This mechanics so uncanny, X-Men, X-Men Your ex-boyfriend should thank me that I took you off his hands Know I cant bring another beach to the sand And know: I am well aware that you can bring a man to his knees And get what you need without saying please, but— Can you bring a man to his feet when defeat is on repeat And they gon put this mans Grammys on the street? What? Why so quiet? Hate that all of our memories happened in a Hyatt? You were perfect before you went on a diet You was way thicker—you think I don’t remember Shit, the magazine got to your head Now, somebody you don’t een know got you in bed Bet your buddy dont een know you don’t like red Or was it fuchsia? Fuck it—our future is dead I thought a pussycat had nine lives, man Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I miss that pussy, that pussy That pussy, that pussy That pussy Im about to kill this bitch She gave away all my shit I miss that pussy , that pussy So if you see her That pussy , that pussy Let the bitch know Ima kill her when I see her, yeah, hahaha Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hahahaha, yeah I miss you, girl! Fuck that bitch! Ahhahahaha

Softly as if I played piano in the dark Found a way to channel my anger now to embark The worlds a stage and everybodys got to play their part God...with the signal clear as day Put my Glock, put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon That never runs out of ammunition so Im ready for war, okay Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon That never runs out of ammunition so Im ready for war, okay Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon That never runs out of ammunition so Im ready for war, okay Born ready, war-ready Born ready, war-ready Born ready, war-ready War ready, your boys lost already Born ready, war-ready Born ready, war-ready Born ready, war-ready War ready, your boys lost already My bitch look like Mona Lisa Hammers busting like a soda in the freezer Think of heading to Ibiza Need a breather from the tripping Either that or my brains to the ceiling Bite the bullet, tryna fight the feeling Fuck around and pull it, push it to the limit Aint a thang to a G Life give you lemons, nigga hang from a tree Cold game all came in a dream Woke up feeling like the walls caved in Fought to the death, never gave in Write that on the grave that I get laid in Heaven, Hell, free or jail, same shit County jail bus, slave ship, same shit A wise man once said that a black man better off dead So Im, war-ready Born ready, war-ready Born ready, war-ready Born ready, war-ready War ready, your boys lost already Born ready, war-ready Born ready, war-ready Born ready, war-ready War ready, your boys lost already Learned the power of words when we was younger Saying fuck the sign on his curb can make him hunt you Turned the African into a nigga then they hung him Said it earlier in the verse, sometimes I wonder Who the activist and who the Devils advocate Or do it matter? Shit They only fucking with the rapper if the rapper rich Or got a platinum hit A chain or two Seem the music interchangeable Raging bull, what you headed for? Heaven doors, or hell below I write directions for the road to let you know Edgar Allen Poe Tried to warn em of demise and all he seen was crows Feel for em, words, we kill for em Leave the bitchin to the birds, we still warn Born ready, you boys lost already All in til the lord get me Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon That never runs out of ammunition so Im ready for war, okay

Aint the type to let you tell her what she needs Aint gon sit or stand around A lethal love, I leave em sick, mamacita on me No, one touch is never allowed She said, What do you want, what do you want, what do you want? What do you want, what do you want, what you want, what do you want, what do you want? What do you want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want? What do you want, what do you...? Ooh, ooh Where you going? Where you going? Where you going? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I need a winnin woman, a Wonder Woman A Gal Gadot, sophisticated and hot She knowing what she doing, like the music here When she step on the scene she could light up the block Sittin all, took her, make her awesome Civil hearts hid them whole love back in a custom Aint too many women, I know Who could look at your soul, just from lookin at you I heard she got these niggas fallin at her feet She kneels to no one with her golden crown Youd be the one to b-bow Youd be the one to b-bow Have mercy on me, put some magic on me Be my guide in the dark Have mercy on me, put some magic on me Be my guide in the dark, guide in the dark Ooh, ooh Where you going? Where you going? Yeah Where you going? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh So when did we become so sophisticated and smart And tryin so hard that we forgot that we were animals? But never her, I never heard a creature make such sounds It never would occur to people her up-downs Convertible, would murder evil, pup-pup hounds, just been doggin her Courtesy and real love found, just been dodgin her Mr. Man, misogyny hands been massagin her If she ran and blew up her town, shit, I would pardon her Put a part in her scalp, scratch her dandruff Put her heart in your hand, she throw a tantrum Better let her get that shit off, bug repellent Hell, theyve been telling her Nah since forever Harold Melvin and some Blue Notes all she know Murder, murder, murder, m-murder all she wrote Perverted, she prefer to be hurted, claw her throat All the dirty verdicts she learned watchin soaps, yeah Ooh, ooh Where you going? Where you going? Where you going? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Semi-automatic with the passion when we makin love Never made it to the bed, sexin on the living room floor Now she on the warpath, homie probably best that you dont piss her off Got this woman on the prowl, on the hunt, she gon eat em all And she know what she lookin for, know what she lookin for She said she got herself some Louboutins, got herself some Louboutins Not indecisive, indecisive at all She know what she lookin for, got her some Louboutins Ooh, ooh Where you going? Where you going? Where you going? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Everybodys got opinions On the way youre living But, see, they cant fill your shoes Life is made of half illusion Forty percent confusion Whatevers left Im using to keep myself from losing, yeah You dont know what Ive been through Hell, I might go through you Uh-oh, oh-no-oahohh Hey, hey, hey, hey And mm-mmmmmm All in all, its all in my head You know its that high guy, from East P.I Spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me Boi how you gonna handle me? You want me to lolligag and talk that bullshit? I refuse to play so Im gon speak that Southern good shit That harder than yo hood shit, lil shit That make yall niggas think about the trigger Before you pull it, on liquor stores and banks Them folks got more than enough bullets to put that ass Off in the slang, dont claim no gang, we the niggas That did that Aint No Thang But a Chicken Wang But still though, how you gonna play a nigga like dildo We OutKast til its over, barbecue and never mildew For real bro In tonights news 20th century technology: Has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far? Einstein or Frankenstein? Dr. Scholls, or Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? Are we digging into new ground Or digging our own graves? Story at 11 Data girls are horny tonight Fuzzy logic, their pubic virginity Ooooh oooh ooh .. Ooooh oooh ooh .. Conceived under the influence of toxic wasted doctors Computer bugging debugging devices and vice versa And various viruses Performing with laser light precision and verbal incision For a lingustic ballistic lobotomy Mind-fuckin you, a psycho-sodomy Of the medulla oblongata Exit your mind down your spine and out your behind Fuck you Synthesizer, microwave me Give me a drug so I can make seven babies Pump my breasts up, can you suck the fat up Please make my life appear Like aint no such thing as bad luck My nose aint right, think I need a new one Just take your pick, a yellow, red, a black, or a blue one Virtual reality? Virtual bullshit! Synthesizer preachers can reach you up in the pulpit Who a bitch? Give me my gat so I can smoke this nigga Tell his mamma not to cry Because they can clone him quicker Than it took his daddy to make him Niggas bitin verbatim Thought provokin records radio never played dem Instant, quick grits, new, improved Hurry hurry, rush rush, world on the move Marijuana illegal but cigarettes cool I might LOOK kinda funny but I aint no fool Now if you wanna synthesize I emp-athize Now if you wanna synthesize I emp-athize But if you synthesize I will understand Youll synthesize a man repeated harmonized chants of synthesizer throughout verse Data boys are horny tonight SCSI with a booty in her face Problem seeking, data searching, access sleeping Gravity is safe in cyberspace Cybersexy Wendy web walking in the nude Digital good time, digital good time Said shed lapdance on your laptop While your laptops in your lap Digital good time, digital good time Cybersexy Wendy web walkin in the nude Digital good time, digital good time Said shed tapdance on your laptop While your laptops in your lap Digital good time, digital good time Digital good time, digital good time Oooh cybersexy Wendy web walkin in the nude Digital good time, digital good time Digital good time, digital good time Fuzzy logic, their pubic virginity Wassup, man? Wassup player, wassup, wassup? Whatchu need? Whatchu need? Shit, trying to smoke good like you Shit, I aint smoking good, Im just out here trying to pay these bills, my nigga What it look like for the Oskie-Wowskie? Shit, for you? Cause you my nigga, shit, 65 65? Yup, yeah You don charged me 50 the other day Its some of that goddamn LA, some of that west coast So it mustve had a fifteen-dollar plane ticket added on to the motherfucker Aye, shit, aye, I aint the one to put the tag on it, my nigga, I just sell to you just the way I get it, know what Im saying? Stems and seeds and everything, huh? Shit, you know how it go, playa Well, Imma tell it like this, I cant even smoke like that so you can go on and keep that Shit, I holla at you later then Ill holler at you to then, dont holla at me no more Shit, holla at you Bye, nigga Yo

Woo, woo Yosky-wosky, peesky-weesky Whatcha wanna do-ski? Nathaniel Niggas get jacked like Daniel Something I cant handle Yo, unkay Yo, this is my story, this is my song And to them rudypoots dont attempt to try this at home Its just a poem until yall learn right from wrong Know when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome But its 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 umbrellas, cause young fella it gets no weirder We reign, reign, supreme, preme Dungeon, dungeon kings Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole? Chonkyfire, spliced with rock nroll indubitably, piper pied Now hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, cant stop the stride Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole? Chonkyfire, spliced with rock nroll indubitably, piper pied Now, now just hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, cant stop the stride You are now about entering the fifth dimension of ascension Our only intention is to take you high High, yeah, yeah, my Lord To make one bob they head would be the track job Your jobs to spit that fire Some of yall MCs take this rhymin for granted, I wont comply With that slackin, poppin and crackin fourth ward say we snappin They want that hardness that oddness that gets a nigga to start this Whats happenin, see if do what you wont do today boy Will I live tomorrow like you cant even live cause you strayed Motivational skills lackin, when I see you nigga you packin Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car doe But still stay with mom though, playing the King like Don doe You choked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be so locced up Makin them think Hip Hop is dead, exhume the body if you aint scared And if I see you in the streets Id dap you down like you was Greg, yeah We reign, reign, supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole? Chonkyfire, spliced with rock nroll indubitably, piper pied Now hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, cant stop the stride Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole? Chonkyfire, spliced with rock nroll indubitably, piper pied Now, now just hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, cant stop the stride Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole? Chonkyfire, spliced with rock nroll indubitably, piper pied Now hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, cant stop the stride Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole? Chonkyfire, spliced with rock nroll indubitably, piper pied Now, now just hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, cant stop the stride And the winner is—ladies, help me out—OutKast! Goodie Mob in the house. Yeah, word, whats up? Goodie Mob in the house, yanamsayin. We wanna say whats up to New York, yanamsayin, cause we from Down South, namsayin. Is New York up in this, yanamsayin? Are yall in here, yanamsayin? This yall city, yanamsayin. We just wanna say—yanamsayin—wanna say whats up to all the original MCs out there, people out there that who got their own stuff. So whats up, Dré? Yeah, first of all, yanamsayin, I wanna thank God. Just—namsayin—dead serious. Cause if it wasnt for him, yanamsayin, we wouldnt be here. But its like this though: Im tired of folks, yanamsayin—them closed-minded folks, yanamsayin. Its like we got a demo tape and dont nobody wanna hear it But its like this, the South got somethin to say. Thats all I got to say

My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid And I just want to say one thing Happy Valentines Day I dont think yall heard me I just wanna say Happy Valentines Day Can yall dig that? Now when arrows dont penetrate, see Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here He shoots straight for your heart, now, and he wont miss you But thats alright, yall wont believe in me anyway, but Ya wont believe in me But you would fancy leprechauns or groundhogs No, thank you, Easter Bunny Theres all this talk about Santa Claus, but see Love will rule supreme Happy Valentines Day You got it, when Cupid knocks at your door Theres no need to run So, Happy Valentines Day, hey Now I may have it all wrong, see If you know what love means, well Well, somebody tell me Cause they just dont believe in me Ya wont believe in me But you would fancy leprechauns or groundhogs No, thank you, Easter Bunny Theres so much fuss about Santa Claus, but see Cupid will not be defeated Happy Valentines Day, every day the 14th Now, I know your hearts have grown cold And that bothers me Now, I understand, cause I used to be a bad boy in my day I know you tryin to protect your lil feelings But you cant run away Ho-oh Ya wont believe in me But you would fancy Hey, dont you supposed to be Some kind of player, or something? Bunny Well, keep on running, player Cause I got my good shoes on And I got em tied up tight So you gon find out tonight Got a sweet lil darlin back in my corner Below, I know I love her, but act like I dont want her Surrounded by the lovely, but yet, feel like a loner Could be an organ donor the way I give up my heart But never know because, shit, I never tell her Ask me how Im feeling, Id holla that its irrele– I dont get myself caught up in the Jello jella And pudding pops, that others opt to call falling in love But for the record, have you ever rode a horse? Like for you to send me to Pluto, I said, Of course! But if you aint a sweety, indeedy, I wont endorse Han Solo til Im hit by the bullet, so may the force Be with you and Ill hit you when better time permits For now, show me samples, examples why youre the shit But how am I to know with the profession that Im in? And if you do not know me then how could you be my friend? Happy Valentines, Happy Valentines Happy Valentines Day Happy Valentines, Happy Valentines Happy Valentines Day Happy Valentines, Happy Valentines Happy Valentines Day Happy Valentines, fuck that Valentines Fuck that Valentines Day Fuck that Valentines, fuck that Valentines Fuck that Valentines Day Fuck that Valentines, fuck that Valentines Fuck that Valentines Day Fuck that Valentines, fuck that Valentines Fuck that Valentines Day Fuck that Valentines, fuck that Valentines Fuck that Valentines Day

Hootie Hoo, follow the funk from the skunk And the dank that is crunk in the Dungeon It goes on and on and on, like that Going out to the Jeeps and hoes in the llac Ah suki, suki, all day, err day, any day, every damn day I be thinking about the good ol days when I was a whippersnapper Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws Im after Im just a Southernplayalistic pimp I used to slang a fat rock, but now Im serving hemp I never even smoked a crumb of crack, but yo Im dope Mo doper than a junkie or a Pookie cause its on So each one, teach one, I be claiming true To East Pointe and College Park and the things I used to do Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers Club Nikki, Magic City and them Southern playas I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya So Hallelujah, Hallelujah One for the playas at the crib, drinking drinks And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I make Hootie Hoo Tight like hallways, smoked out always Yeah, Hootie Hoo Big Bois on my left, Andres on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always Now playing these bitches is my favorite sport But aint no game when they be calling your name in the court Oh, its Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, its so tight That its busting out the seams, yes sir, Im set Oh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jet Hops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light? Communication device dun went off twice Should I answer the call, yes, we macking em all We met em up in the mall, recall Players Ball Well, its Players Ball 2, so I guess Ill call you Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through Now later on done got here I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here? Draws, falling down like niggas in a drive-by I got up in them hoes and I told em bye bye About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit Talking bout her period late, guess what I did click nah, it couldnt be me, not me Hootie Hoo,Big Bois on my left, Andres on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always Yeah, Hootie Hoo Big Bois on my left, Andres on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always Well you know we getting blizzard Cause we got that chicken gizzard In the dungeon and scope But some of you niggas cant cope with it So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it dont stop From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park So God Almighty know, its Outkast for the 94 era You heard the players call, we taking it to another level So lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martell And you may go to hell Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is Its that Southern sess in your chest that is One mo gain for my friend who dont take No bullshit from no bitch who is stank I aint the sugar daddy nigga who will pay you Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you Down like some vocals, you can quote those Head, till Im dead, yes its down yo throatholes Dont get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit But if you fall in this category, then youse a bitch Hootie Hoo Hootie Hoo, Big Bois on my left, Andres on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always Yeah, Hootie Hoo Big Bois on my left, Andres on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always Hootie Hoo, Big Bois on my left, Andres on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always

Mahogany Team Queens up on the rise Be careful, watch your back, blackbirds dont wear disguise How we comin, comin hard.. camels too slow Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show The game is hot you could never be a winner Just begun a game so considered a beginner Masada for real, this shorty here is here to stay Mahogany go platinum after that we just parlay Im from the Bricks we get kicks, offa loud gun shot licks Fuck stones and sticks, loudmouths get nixed This life is plush I be the bill-be-board, Scarface want Italiano, Im the real McCoy, nigga what? Cant be a joke Ive been through too many games Niggas laugh, but my expression wasnt hardly the same Show me respect cause its due, you keep the fear Cause Ill get over and believe Ill come back at you Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Yo, now, you and your nigga shit shaky And at the time your heart feel down and broke like Achy Breaky Lump in your throat, feel like a trachea, oh dummy The pain thats in your chest done made its way down to your tummy You wide open, you start smokin with your girl She nigga-bashin, sayin, You dont need em in your world, niggas all dogs! If niggas all dogs, then what you call broads? Felines in heat, meowin for some yarn balls Now you and her done got to drankin Oh now its really crunk, cause yall silly drunk and your girl done got to thinkin She talkin bout, Girl you look so beautiful You say, thank you, bein nice, you try to change the subject Want some beans and rice? But shes back at you like a pit Mixed with a chihuahua, how much meaner can you get? Dont let her have her way with you, shes gonna have a fit Youre the candy apple of her eye and bout to get bit Heres what you do -- you Grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall Say, Bitch dont ever disrespect me, never not at all These simple words can put a pause to half of the applause Then black ball laws of balance at all cost Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Que pasa, que pasa? Check this out Quiet nights like this, might twist one for the mota On the balcony, I got a sofa Nights like this is perfect, for this Spanish Fly Can you come over, somethin, I wanna show ya Told ya once we was gon take a trip, touch you With my lips where you like it, its time, dont fight it Piggy-back ride to the sofa, in the microwave I got your favorite Stouffers, lasagna, thats how much I want ya, fuck flowers The ceremony starts from the shower with the water I got somebodys daughter in the Doctor headquarters, chillin Prepare for this sex drillin, she said somethin in Spanish Got me feelin mannish, me and you fin ta vanish Real quick, feel this shit, got cheese, tryin to make cheese To get you pregnant overseas Maybe make sho thats my seed Quiet nights like this, bachelor like me is single Talkin to you Miss Bilingual Lets mingle in the crowd, watch them show, pop some Moet Tryin to get you so wet, never been to Spain Never been a lame, horny, ever since I been a tiny Fuckin with niggas with ageless bodies Talkin to me, while I squeeze it bare Let me talk to you while I run my fingers through your hair Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Friday night boi, breakin the old school out, boi we cruisin Bout fo niggas and fo hoes, it aint gon be nobody losin But they choosin Better get in where you fit in cause its crucial Im tryin to cut bout two of them girls Cause that just what Im used to I mean that The first that look my way just gon get splack packed From the front to the back this cognac got my throat burnin like burlap Everybody cheesin, knowin these hoes gon cut like Pleasers These hookers they praisin my crew Like Reverend Hodo be praisin Jesus The easiest was the meanest, but the skeezer was a beanie She thought we was some motherfuckin genies So I checked her, like the king I am, no disrespect intended Told her, and her silly friends Get out before they got offended To the La Quinta we went, layin them hoes down On the freestyle tip, geyeah! Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Permecito, senorita, mamacita Mira mira, whats your name? Maria Same as mi tia, de Colombia I dont, in Atlanta, Georgia And you dont think I got nuttin for ya? You must be crazy Im out here tryin to feed my baby Lil Bre, cant you see? Sheeyit Do it one more time, sheeyit Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna Mamacita, papadonna

Ugh As I sit in my b-boy stance With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants Im finna enhance your brains, check it out Once upon a time not long ago When the playa from the Point didnt have no flow A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walking to the store Caught a player slipping But now I lay it to the floor just like carpet Cause I got the heat in my baby momma name now Never bragging just to stay knot Even when I was a younger lad, I learned my lesson Never talk to strangers in the trap and answer questions The Pope and his folks got us under a scope But for unknown reasons cause we dont sell dope That you distribute We dont contribute to your clandestine activity My soliloquy may be hard for some to swallow But so is cod liver oil You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl Two things I hate—liars and thieves; they make my blood boil Boa constricted, on my soul that they coil Touched by the wheelz of steel Now, show me how you feel Touched by the wheelz of steel Now, show me how you feel It took your momma nine months to make it But it only took a nigga thirty minutes to take it Cut that kronk clean up, I did, but I did so not safely Dont want no AIDS, clapping no claps, or no rabies Yeah, we take no shit, like, ummm, stopped up commodes Gotta collect call, they done locked up my folks Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle We wont be able to ride out till two thousand four But not for long cause we got a better sack to serve Tryna take you other people fore your rims at the curb Fore you swerve and bust ya forehead, go head, go head More head for me, while you ride to the beat Drop, like tears, like For Fears, you know Shout, shout, let it all out, just for my peers And peoples who feel its time to unwind Like December 31st, on nineteen-ninety-nine Touched by the wheelz of steel Now, show me how you feel Touched by the wheelz of steel Now, show me how you feel Okay, like this, yes, yes One time for my boys doing King shit Two times, too legit and it dont quit Three times for my folks in the drop top Four times, OutKast and it dont stop One time for my girls doing Queen thangs Dead fresh to the T, eating chicken wings Three times for my girls in the beauty shop Four times, OutKast and it dont stop Touched by the wheelz of steel Now, show me how you feel Touched by the wheelz of steel...

Woo Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Dont everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn muthafucka burn American dreams Dont everybody like the taste of apple pie? Well snap for yo slice of life Im tellin ya why I hear that Mother Nature nows on birth control The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll Youth full of fire aint got nowhere to go, nowhere to go All of my heroes did dope Every nigga round me playing married, or paying child support I cant cope Never made no sense to me, one day I hope it will And thats that, sport, sport Pray I live to see the day when Sevens happily married with kids Woe, woe The world is moving fast and Im losing my balance Now, time to dig, low, low To a place where aint nowhere to go but up, you with me? Say shit, sho, sho Now let me ask yall this Dont everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn muthafucka burn American dreams Dont everybody like the taste of apple pie? Well snap for yo slice of life Im tellin ya why I hear that Mother Nature nows on birth control The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll Youth full of fire aint got nowhere to go, nowhere to go Its shitty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time On a first offense drug bust—fuck the ho-lice! Thats if youre racist or youre crooked Arrest me for this dope, I didnt weight it up or cook it You gotta charge the world cause over a million people took it Look at me, Im out of your jurisdiction, now youre lookin stupid Officer, get off me, sir Dont make me call L.A.—hell have you walking, sir A couple of months ago they gave OutKast the key to the city But I still gotta pay my taxes, and they give us no pity About these youngsters amongst us You think they respect the law They think they monsters, they love us, reality rappin And giving the youth the truth from this booth And when we on stage, we scream Dont everybody, everybody... Dont everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn muthafucka burn American dreams Dont everybody like the taste of apple pie? Well snap for yo slice of life Im tellin ya why I hear that Mother Nature nows on birth control The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll Youth full of fire aint got nowhere to go, nowhere to go Officer of the most high You touch me, you touch the apple of his eye If they kick us out, where will we go? Not to Africa cause not one of them acknowledge us as they kinfolk Still eatin pork Abomination, desecration for beating flesh Penalty for violation is death Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on Judgment Day Hip-hip-hooray! Mystery, Babylon the great The mother of harlots is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled The lake of fire is calling Dont everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn muthafucka burn American dreams Dont everybody like the taste of apple pie? Well snap for yo slice of life Im tellin ya why I hear that Mother Nature nows on birth control The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll Youth full of fire aint got nowhere to go, nowhere to go

I said, her from the city So her got to be witty, witty She said, him from the country So him got to be funky, funky Mama, Im a millionaire, but I feel like a bum Mama, Im a millionaire, but I feel like the only one I, I, I, I woke up early this morning, I dont think yall heard me I woke up early this morning, I dont think yall heard me I woke up early this morning, I dont think yall heard me I woke up early this morning, but I still aint see the sun Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Papa, Im a millionaire, but Saks Fifth Ave. dont sell affection Saks Fifth Ave. dont sell affection Papa, Im a millionaire, but I aint moving in the right direction Something aint right, I know I aint rich, til he is rich, and she is rich, then we is rich, oh I aint rich, til he is rich, and she is rich, then we is rich I aint rich, til he is rich, and she is rich, then we is rich, oh I aint rich, til he is rich, and she is rich, then we is rich, mm Where there is cheese there are rats Wherever there are rats there are cats Wherever there are cats there are dogs If you got the dogs, you got bitches Bitches always out to put their paws on your riches If you got riches, you got glitches If you got glitches in your life computer, turn it off And then reboot it, now you back on Cant just put the cap on the old bottle Once you pop it, thatll spoil it Go on and drink it and enjoy it, uh Mama Im a millionaire Whats a girl to do when she just has dimes? No time, just pay Whats a girl to do? Instead of me Its you, be true Whats a girl to do in a world of greed But kneel and pray? Whats a girl to do when shes lost her long time friends? Thats life I-Im feeling sad like a million bucks I-I-I-I-I-Im feeling sad like a million I-I-Im feeling sad like a million Sad like a million I-I-I-I-I-Im feeling sad

Niggas in the point aint changed Niggas in the point aint changed Yeah... A nigga ready from the get-go Yall hear my shit go, its Andre Can yo punk ass come out to play? Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head You dont know who you be fucking with, yous better off Dead is what I say, best run the other way In case of physical breakdown, yall can break now My kitchen full of heat, if you cant take the temp Make yourself exempt Pussy footing around dont be getting yall nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, bullets fly, niggas die By getting blasted, how drastic They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do But naw, I take that back, thats my problem Turning and walking away This aint gon work when they be robbing As long as Big Bois still living, never standing by my lonesome Step up, nigga, if you want some Aint no thang but a chicken wang Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane Its just a pimps , Mack daddies Its all about that cess in yo chest Aint no thang but a chicken wang Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane Its just a pimps , Mack daddies Its all about that cess in yo chest Well, nigga, you softer than silicone used to pump up tits Its that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits Im quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause at 50 Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch I used to sell dope, but in 1994 Im making Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscing About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens She had me making better grades to make a better life But I never had no love or respect, cause wes gon be alright I ran the streets and broke my curfew cause I gave a shit I carried guns and butcher knives cause I was steadily in the mix Yeah, it was so hard to say goodbye, Im a man now Im at the end of my street, so its time to take my stand now I call the wild because its time to take the streets So if you aint got the vertebrae or big enough nuts, retreat Im ready to wet em up like cereal Just an international playa, coming through your stereo Aint no thang but a chicken wang Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane Its just a pimps , Mack daddies Its all about that cess in yo chest Aint no thang but a chicken wang Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane Its just a pimps , Mack daddies Its all about that cess in yo chest 3-5-7 to your forehead Therell be mo dead cause Im a pro, kid But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me My nine be doing fine until these niggas wants to clear me Off my street, but in my hood-hood, they hollering ghetto Dont got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you Aint 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 niggas dandy? They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me Tripping with that drama, my Berettas right beside me One is in the air and one is in the chamber Yall ask me what the fuck Im doing, Im releasing anger Quick to dodge danger, Im taking it one day At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way You can sway with Andre, Ill take it to the Ho-Jo, bitch Just to let you know, yeah Aint no thang but a chicken wang Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane Its just a pimps , Mack daddies Its all about that cess in yo chest Aint no thang but a chicken wang Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane Its just a pimps , Mack daddies Its all about that cess in yo chest Its on my friend, on the road again, Im traveling Do more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac I got that nigga Dre, he riding shotgun And got my pump under my seat In case these youngsters wanna have some fun Id do it if I have to, busting caps with this, a heater Load it clip up after clip, Im packing my gauge, if I feel it The Glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters See, I be busting caps like my amp be busting speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast you? You posed to be the quickest draw, but man, I hail em faster 1-2-3, you need to think about the future Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead From my hollow tips, Ill send you to an early grave You fucking slave, you better try another way To take me out is truly something difficult Dont even run up on me unless you want your brain broke Im out of bullets, letting loose my last clip Ima kick you in your ass and your nigga getting pistol whipped Yeah, thats how I do You know thats how I do, you know thats how I do Aint no thang but a chicken wang Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane Its just a pimps , Mack daddies Its all about that cess in yo chest Aint no thang but a chicken wang Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane Its just a pimps , Mack daddies Its all about that cess in yo chest Yeah, and it dont stop and it dont quit, to the motherfucking Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggas Around the East Point way College Park is really on the map We coming around Atlanta and the niggas are really strapped With the motherfucking guns and the motherfucking Glocks The heaters, the gats, nigga, dont fear it and it dont stop

Ah, I stank I can, I stank I can The funky engine that could Ooh, ooh, yosky, wosky, pisky, wisky All aboard the Stankonia Express The underground smell road Everybodys lookin for an excuse to let loose Whats your locomotive, the Chatta-nigga choo choo? Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams Thats the way the cracker crumbles So I guess Ive got to re-route my dreams Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams Thats the way the cracker crumbles So I guess Ive got to re-route my dreams Back on the microphone, your number one controller I rock the microphone like a blizzard; Im so cold Im tryin to told ya Life is like a great big roller coaster Everything in life dont always happen like its supposed to Trials and tribulations make you stronger, live longer You wanna reach the nation nigga start from ya corner Everything dont always happen like you plan it Demand it; over stand it then you handle it Fuck wishing, you missing the ambition on your mission Now you switchin Why you quittin cause its heated in the kitchen? Sloppy slipping in your pimpin nigga You either pistol whoop the nigga or you choke the trigger Youve gots to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams No Weapon Formed Against You Prospers 54:17 From Isaiah, lay a, nigga down and spray em If the dealer dealt a fucked up hand of cards youve gotta play em Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams Thats the way the cracker crumbles So I guess Ive got to re-route my dreams Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams Thats the way the cracker crumbles So I guess Ive got to re-route my dreams Yeah, too Democratic, Republic fuck it We chicken nugget, we dip in the sauce like mop and bucket Blue-collar scholars, wholl take your dolla, and wipe my ass with it You living for the lotto never hit it I met a critic, I made her shit her draws She said she thought Hip Hop was only guns and alcohol I said Oh hell naw!, but yet its that too You cant discrima-hate cause you done read a book or two What if I looked at you in a microscope saw all the dirty organisms Living in your closet would I stop and would I pause it, whoo To put that bitch in slower motion, got the potion and the antidote And a quote for collision, the decision Is do you want to live or wanna exist? The game changes every day, so obsolete is the fist and marches Speeches only reaches those who already know about it This is how we go about it Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams Thats the way the cracker crumbles So I guess Ive got to re-route my dreams Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams Thats the way the cracker crumbles So I guess Ive got to re-route my dreams Im wild, just like a rock, a stone, a tree And Im free, just like the wind the breeze that blows And I flow, just like a brook, a stream, the rain And I fly, just like a bird up in the sky And Ill surely die, just like a flower plucked And dragged away and thrown away And then one day, it turns to clay It blows away, it finds a ray, it finds its way And there it lays, until the rain and sun Then I breathe, just like the wind the breeze that blows And I grow, just like a baby breastfeeding And its beautiful, thats life and thats life And thats life and thats life Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams Thats the way the cracker crumbles So I guess Ive got to re-route my dreams Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams Thats the way the cracker crumbles So I guess Ive got to re-route my dreams Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams Thats the way the cracker crumbles So I guess Ive gotta re-route my dreams Yall cant harm me, its over Shhhh Hush Shhhh Hush Shhhh Hush Shhhh Hush

Have it, yeah First ones a fool, wholl be the fool now? Whos gonna get in line? First one to go, first one to vet the way Lets go to moonlight, then they will never find Lets go to home, free from the mother mind Come on along, along, along, along, along, along, along Jump on it Jump on it, on it Jump on it Jump on it Hit em with a left Hit em with they knock, knock Hit em with a play Then away, and away, and away, and away Hit em with a knock, knock Hit em on the top Hit em when they flock, flock Hit em with a shock, shock Then away, and away, and away, and away Hit em when they watch Hit em with a dot, dot, dot, dot, dot Then Im up, up, up and away, and away, and away, and away Hit em when they watch Hit em when they cop, cop, cop what you got Then away, and away, and away, and away, and away, and away Jump on it Jump on it, on it Jump on it Jump on it Jump You want to be the teacher Dont want to go to school Dont want to do the dishes Just want to eat the food But what you gonna do When they saw all your moves and practiced em daily? Protect your neck, or give invitations?

Remix And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me What do you think my brain is made for? Is it just a container for the mind? This great grey matter Sensei replied, What is your woman? Is she just a container for the child? That soft pink matter Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ohh Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you My God, she’s giving me pleasure Oh, nah, nah What if the sky and the stars are for show And the aliens are watching live From the purple matter? Sensei went quiet, then violent And we sparred until we both grew tired Nothing mattered Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh, oh Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure over matter Yeah Doesnt matter if she wanna be with me, so its cool I make her call me B.B. King because I give her the blues But not on purpose though, she was the perfect ho-stess When I come over, we would do the grossest Most beautiful-est things on a bed of roses Would be the coldest when you hit the hardwood floor We sippin Gnac, not mimosas Shes in my naked lap, goin HAM like she supposed to And she could make it clap if I told her Or make her ass spread like the back of a cobra Standin at attention like a soldier A G.I. Joe, man, see, me, I go in Yeah, that nigga goes up in it Like smoke through a chimney Slow stroke, cause she feelin me up in her, nigga Killin me softly, raw dog, she wants me Strong and black like her coffee, get off me Act a donkey, I pin her tail to the mattress Ive been a player, make her go from classy to nasty Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty To sloosh Since you been gone, I been having withdrawals You were such a habit to call I aint myself at all, had to tell myself, Naw She better with some fella with a regular job I didnt wanna get her involved By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe Hops into my car, drove far Far’s too close and I remember my memorys no sharp Butterknife, what a life, anyway Im building yall a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway? She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate Any of em that were un-southern, not me, cousin If models are made for modelin, thick girls are made for cuddlin Switch worlds and we can huddle then Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand Youd need no other man, wed flee to other lands Grey matter Blue used to be my favorite color Now I aint got no choice Blue matter Youre good at being bad Youre bad at being good For Heavens sakes, go to Hell Kno-, knock on wood, hey Youre good at being bad Youre bad at being good For Heavens sakes, go to Hell Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood Well frankly when that ocean so muhfuckin good Make her swab the muhfuckin wood Make her walk the muhfuckin plank Make her rob a muhfuckin bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver

Now walk it out Westside walk it out Southside walk it out Eastside walk it out Northside walk it out Big Oomp Records, we back at it again baby DJ Montay on the track, this the remix, Jim Jones Andre three stacks, Daddy Fatsacks, this your boy Unk Remix Walk it out like an usher If you say real talk, I probably wont trust ya If you want to go to war, the guns my pleasure Even Jesus had twelve disciples on the lever, trigger, whatever Pyong, you dont want nan day of three thou Im like jury duty, youre new to this part of town Your white tee, well to me, look like a nightgown Make your Momma proud, take that thing two sizes down Then youll look like the man that you are or what you could be I can give a damn bout your car, but then I would be If it was considered a classic before the drastic change In production when cars were metal instead of plastic Value, is what Im talkin bout, take two of these and walk it out Youll be the reason they chalk it out, you cant be the king of the parking lot Forever, not saying Im the best but til they find something better I am here, no fear, write me a letter, til then I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out I Westside walk it ow-out, I Westside walk it ow-out I Westside walk it ow-out, then Eastside walk it ow-out I walked it out the bank, with a lot of zeros Thats what my teachers called me, predictions like they Cleo So I do my dance for em, then make bout forty thousand I do that in a month, Im on resorts and islands I make them walk it out, yeah, its me again But Im with Jones, Daddy Fatsacks and Benjamin I roll with made men, that break the stage in And keep the girls happy, so yall can get the nappy Gangsters they do they dance, they do it to my song See I was up in Cali, Crip-walkin it all night long Drop twenty on my neck, got ten on my wrist A billion dollar look, a million dollar kiss Im nationwide homey, you still at home homey With no promotions on me, man thats bologna, homey The album off in stores, Im Beatn Down Yo Block Now gwan and walk it out, they still on my jock Jones its DipSet Byrd Gang Now come holla at me, you know how we get it out here Eastside walk it out, Bronx walk it out Queens walk it out, you know Brooklyn walk it out Now Harlem walk it out, Harlem walk it out Harlem walk it out, Harlem walk shit out, balling Now we dont walk it out, we drop-top Porsche it out I hopped out floss it out, I bring my Air Forces out Im blowing purple smoke, I cough it out, ball it up then ball it out Tap the bottle, pour it out, balling Now do the fade-away, and throw some paper-way And we can skate away, tell the office Ill be late today Ho I can thug it out, or starstud it out I take a trip with my bitch and Louis luggage out Im talking Magic City, or even Body Tap You know that money aint a thing we throwing thousand stacks Ho yeah we toss it out, you know Im talking bout When capn status in da house you know New York is out I walk it out like that last shot of gnac at the club Cause the package store was closed and Im attached to my buzz Been slamming Cadillac doors, you know what it was cause Stay jamming everything platinum check the status cause Boy I side, brimming with diamonds but that dont mean shit Designing fly-rhyme patterns since I was seventeen kid On Southernplayalistic intro listen close to Peaches She said nothing but king shit all day, and they be bi-tches Its like Im at the dentist cause everybody got crowns Ill change to ace of spades, cutthroats, and wont bow down Not a king queen or jack fade this, come clean son Swing from my sack like my babies Acting like you crazy, Daddy Fat dont like that misbehaving A-Towns up and deuces down, and something else that be created Tell Oomp, get the doomp, clear the booth its now official Dropping bombs like a North Korean nuclear missile

Whoo, turn me up, dont turn me down Cut me up, dont let me down, find, find a way Find a way to get out, without a hit out You dig in, you dig out, you get out Ghetto Musick, Ghetto Musick Find a way to get in, to fit in You get on, you get out, without a doubt Ghetto Musick, Ghetto Musick Climbing out this hole With a frown on my face In the place to be And not to be at the same time G-H-E-T-T-O M-U-S-I-C-K, stay down O-U-T-K-A-S-T, just know that we wont play round If it dont stank like they stank, then they cant swallow that down Your battleship is sunk, I wish Grandma could see us Find a way to get out, without a hit out You dig in, you dig out, you get out Ghetto Musick, Ghetto Musick Find a way to get in, to fit in You get on, you get out, without a doubt Ghetto Musick, Ghetto Musick I just want you to know how I feel Feeling good, feeling great How I feel Feeling great, feeling good, how are you, you? I just want you to know how I feel Feeling good, feeling great How I feel Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? Hot tub, bad to the bony, Im Tony As my Grandmama Edna Mae Kearse, she showed me How to be the smooth operator, dominator In the state of Georgia, hip hop standard destroyer Leave a muthafucka open like a foyer He from the dirty, now here come the paranoia A lawyer couldnt object or disrespect the technique Sweat me, wipe off the sweat Fight off the shit and flush the waste down The pipes of my life flow deep into the ground Find my purpose on the surface of this Earth, this Planets standards trust and the purpose Campaign in vain for the same lame fame Youve obtained, you ought to be detained By the hip hop sheriff, locked up, no possibility Of getting out because the shit you make is killing me And my ears, and my peers I hear the end is near, no fear, we disappear Then reappear again in a fresh new light I hope its peaceful and cloudy Cause if its not, we gotta fight like G-H-E-T-T-O M-U-S-I-C-K, stay down O-U-T-K-A-S-T, just know that we wont play round If it dont stank like they stank, then they cant swallow that down Your battleship is sunk, I wish Grandma could see us Find a way to get out, without a hit out You dig in, you dig out, you get out Ghetto Musick, Ghetto Musick Find a way to get in, to fit in You get on, you get out without a doubt Ghetto Musick, Ghetto Musick I just want you to know how I feel Feeling good, feeling great How I feel Feeling great, feeling good, how are you, you? I just want you to know how I feel Feeling good, feeling great How I feel Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?

I hold a bitch up, like Simba Then drop the hoe down like DECEMBA Put dick up in her like an enema Fuck dat lil bitch like she my enemy Rob a nigga, he wont see my face like Wizard Kelly Spitting like Petrachelly She wanna rub on my belly Asking me if we go steady For this dick you aint ready Weighing in at 210, 63 tall, lil shorty this dick be too heavy Cut bitches off like machetes Would never eat the bitch spaghetti All about my paper like I work for Dunder Mifflin Fucking yo bitch when you not home, steal a zone, now you wonder whats missing Eat the food out yah kitchen Then I bounce witcha house slippers Need a bitch with some plugs and without issues Put my dick in her mouth, tell her count quicker She cant slide to my crib with no ounce with her I hold a bitch up like she short for the top shelf and she say she cant reach it Then drop the ho down when I ask if the bread up there and she say she dont see it Love fucking bitches in the winter with frozen dinners, love the pussy anemic Hate looking for scraps on the floor and them roach clips but a nigga be feigning I hold a bitch up, like Simba Then drop the hoe down like DECEMBA Put dick up in her like an enema Fuck dat lil bitch like she my enemy Hold dat bitch down like a gurney Hypothermia deep ocean journey In some pink turning green Warning warning I woke up in the morning my clothes are torn in shredded pieces Purple pants Narnia Hard to find even in California I was hornier Than Incredible Hulk in a federal court while the deputy spoke In a flirty tone, dirty songs, she knew ‘em all She let me escape and she threw ‘em off Hit herself in the face and shot through the wall We set up a date and got too involved I fucked her like she was a dyke And just needed reminding what good dick was like Yeah I covenant we kept each other lit not even government could give advice They got us surrounded now I think my next door neighbor saw my face in the paper Thought my deputy bitch would turn on me but she turned over and said do me a favor “Got a fantasy I wanna do.” Yeah? Get naked and go grab my tool” Yeah? If we gone go out, then we gone go out Let’s make it beautiful news” Damn! The cops are now rushing in, rushing in, rushing in, rushing in, rushing in They yelled get down, my bitch is face down And we fuckin I’m bustin’ right back at them She cummin so hard They shot through my heart I got my nut off So there’ll be a part Two I hold a bitch up, like Simba Then drop the hoe down like DECEMBA Put dick up in her like an enema Fuck dat lil bitch like she my enemy Like the babyll grow up and avenge his fathers death. You know Im talking about? And it just go like he starts shooting a whole bunch of cops to avenge his father like... And his mama still be in jail so he was raised without no parents. So he just around killing people but nah dang that dont make sense. Cause his daddy was wrong in the first place so it like fuck that movie, it aint no good movie, nevermind

Uh, yall know what it is Uh, yall know what it is Uh, yall know what it is Revolutionary, scary Thought provoking, spoken Words of a change I dont feel but I see Visions from me at 23 Making it free in my community One day is what I live for Aint thinking about no hope no more I got my boots I kick it til I get with Adapt and overcome, oh hum hum Go get my gun, load up for fun, and put down with the frown What goes round comes round from M.L.K. to Cascade I know its through them plenty figures Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side Up in they rides Looking cleaner then I seen them the last time Then selling dimes, now its quarter kis, stacking Gs In the South Indies My nigga them folks riding bicycles among vehicles Off in the hood Knowing each and every nigga selling, but can you blame The fact the only way a brother can survive the game The block hard to get by the dope dealing Fatal killings, and fed time, to writing rhymes It aint just the police We kill each other just lost another brother Fast living will get you took Thinking it cant happen to you and then it do Off crooked schemes its just a dream Floating face down in the mainstream Think it is when it aint all peaches and cream Thats why some are found floating face down in the mainstream They swan diving As if they name be Gretchen von Ivan Volkoff rushin to finish their album then you find them Lost dog paddling, backstroking, what done happened? Be rhyming catch of the day when the recipe calls for blackened Wrong ingredients Maybe too much herbs and spices Maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish Of them greens and its enticing how them Joness sing So Im gonna sing just like them to get where they at Ill even break my by back to touch their rim, if I gotta My alta mater be that I follow I bite whatever thats looking tasty, water it down and then swallow I hope you vomit, wont call no names cause thats not my job It just applies to whom it may concern, you know who you are But if you dont you never will, you just receive the steel But then it might get ugly cause trust me niggas do feel The way that I felt when I wrote this, but we must stay in focus We kings and queens up in this thing, get rid of all them jokers Face down, face down, face down Think it is when it aint all peaches and cream Thats why some are found floating face down in the mainstream I let you stay in my crib Now you know where I live When you was hungry, fed you a hot meal Look at the hand you deal Me crudball business, niggas giving inches, so here, take a foot Luck only counts in rabbits feet and horseshoes Experience is sometimes the best teacher until we get our own plate I hope you dont mind me eating off of yours Process sm-m-moking like Jerry Meanwhile, fairies up the street sprinkling pixie dust over greenery Never to attain another level of conscience Only to test, the potency Why laying here, they scheme over one another mouth to feed Deceased with a decision to make, now words shake your destiny But one miss will take it all the way, just as quick as you can say I wish I never did what I did, now face this bid It was the company you kept, the many places you slept When you shouldnt have, geeking like a rat, jumping like a trap Contributing to sin and your nigga bitch in the club showing pink for 10 They got you niggas where they want you again Floating face down in the mainstream Thats why, thats why, thats why Think it is when it aint all peaches and cream Thats why some are found floating face down in the mainstream Everybodys a player, wearing them Kangols on their head Thinking its all about your clothes, nigga, its all about your self The way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with Your friends and family, up and down like hoes give head To dicks, oh, six, serving them in the mix, but aint no mystery You know the history about this clique, bitch Oh, what, you want me to call you slut? Then why you fucking all them niggas letting them all up in your guts But see that AIDS Im afraid thats why I play the quiet role I lay in the cut, every month thinking Ill let that fire roll Like chimneys, and smoke signals, maybe peace pipes even My partners call me Big Boi and my first name is not Steven In the mainstream, home team banging them with these hits In the mix, flowing like some motherfucking swordfish Think it is when it aint all peaches and cream Thats why some are found floating face down in the mainstream Think it is when it aint all peaches and cream Thats why some are found floating face down in the mainstream Think it is when it aint all peaches and cream Thats why some are found floating face down in the mainstream Think it is when it aint all peaches and cream Thats why some are found floating face down in the mainstream

Starts off like a small town marriage Lovely wife and life, baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce And Im a star Yea, and I dont have to go to Hollywood Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on I really think theyre stealing from us like a sample song I really wish one day wed take it back like hammers home The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home And all I got in return was a darn country song This whole country wrong Oh, but you right if you just put a little ice on And cut your mic on but you dont even write songs But Hollywood make you spit like a python, I meant Cobra Im so not sober Im high like a Hollywood Coffee or soda, you can call me a roller Hold up, your grills glistenin Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different Whats the real sense of it? Bling bling, I know and did you know Im the creator of the term, I just straightened the perm They let it sit too long, they just makin it burn Make a movie of our lifestyle, but they earn Like a dead body burned on the mantle piece Thats why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease And I bes the little nigga, cooler than anti-freeze Defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne But in Hollywood its Litt-le Wayne, dont make me none So thats why I got a pre-nup I do Starts off like a small town marriage Lovely wife and life, baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce Yeah, Yeah A is for Adamsville B is for Bowen Homes See if I give a fuck if you like me you know I dont If she aint got a good head on her leave that ho alone If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song D is for what I serve, I dont be on no curb She aint no junkie neither, I aint no dope dealer But she keep coming back three stacks must be some crack Put that pipe in her lap, she aint know how to act Now that Ive got your undivided attention, Im Gonna say this and run under condition one Promise me you gon stack, promise me you gon ball Promise me youll invest three fourth of it all For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese Cant get with it? Get, get, get, get, get on your knees Cause wealth is the word Rich is round the corner from the curb Dont like what I write? Shoot me a bird Tenth grade, the way was paved for me and Dre to create Like Dr. Frankenstein of arts and crafts Now could we make ah a difference Antwan Patton and André Benjamin Been jammin for you crabbing rap niggas and journalists Thats quick to misprint public and private business Then retract back for deaf ears and think its dismissed Part two the sequel all new Kast Just aint the same gang of nerds on the internet Slandering your name behind that screen name Theyre lame and their life is pretty plain M&Ms with no nuts Wont show up face-to-face straight bitch made Like puppies on the nipples of a mutt Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge What about these lyin ass hoes tryin to plot Or these niggas on the block who want the queen But even she can walk well miss her we aint gon fake it But God dont make mistakes must be something bigger waiting Starts off like a small town marriage Lovely wife and life, baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce I do, love you but you hate me at the same time Lights, camera, action, its game time Do you take this here as your lovely wife? To love her and cherish her for all your life? I solemnly swear to dare share and take you there And me and you together, baby, we a lucky pair Its been a long time, we walked a thin line Others say they got you but you been mine As I sit back and watch all them cat fights Domestic violence — is that right? But you love the Dogg, gave me the spotlight And now Im growin up, showin up, blowin up I never ever thought that we would separate at all But you played me like a game of football Used to feed me, need me, dress me Now its so messy straight cut out and left me Hollywood divorce All the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap Not even talkin about music Everything else too By the time it reach Hollywood its over But its cool We just keep it goin and make new shit Take our game, take our name Give us a little fame And then they kick us to the curb thats a cold thang

I dont need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I dont need love lookin like diamonds Lookin like diamonds Uh, uh Okay, Im young and I’m tatted, I get them bucks like a addict Rockin this Christian Dior, I spend so much on my fabric I got a wifey at home, and what she wants, she can have it And she in love with my stick, she say I work it like magic Okay, now, no need to panic, Im on a beach where the sand is Somewhere smokin on medication, no, I wont need a bandage Some would look at my age and try to say Im young and Im handsome I say Im filthy fuckin rich, so Im a ol dirty bastard And my cribs a disaster, and my kush is the master I was in my yellow car, but my Ferrari go faster Soundin like a band in it and my diamonds the dancers On the remix with Ke$ha, bout out to go see the cashier On the grind, so now my watch has got a lot of diamonds in it I look down and see a hundred thou and think, Its time to get it Brought a lot of marijuana and Im here to share it No, it’s not a problem, better get it then, I wont be here tomorrow, lil mama Tahahahahaha! I dont need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends And I dont need love lookin like diamonds Lookin like diamonds I dont need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends And I dont need love lookin like diamonds Lookin like diamonds We start out so cute in our baby pictures That Mama shot for our daddy, so that he wouldnt forget you He forgot anyway, but hey, one day hell remember If not, hes human, Im human, you human, well forgive him God gives him his ultimatum, cant see how Mama hates him Hes such a cool-ass guy, then wonder why she date him Im only eight, Im not old enough, guess its complicated Two-parent dwellings, expellin have got so underrated I only say this in cadence so it dont get negated I was gon save it for later, but later look like maybe This crazy lady named Ke$ha is guessin my Mercedes Would be all new and frou-frou, but its a 1980s But now that we are cool-cool, she sippin Irish Baileys She say, Stacks, you’re true-blue? I said, Nah, I’m navy I call her Keisha, she like it because its hood to her She call me André 6000 because Im good to her I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends And I don’t need love lookin like diamonds Lookin like diamonds I dont need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I dont need love lookin like diamonds Lookin like diamonds Well, damn Hey Ke$ha, what up, boo? Its me Do you know what to do wit me? Bad bitches, I got two with me Witk you, better make it two or three Bad bitches know me, so dont bother introducin me They want me more than diamonds Wipe me down bitch, I’m super clean I’m hella cold, mega paid, makin moves, doin things Bitches stay queued, and they all wanna do the king I’m boiling, royalty, knew it when I seen her I was gonna take her, make her my new royal penis cleaner My demeanor something special, and this dick is so impressive Bitch, I bet youd take it off and take it with you if I let you I aint trippin’, I’m just here, they couldn’t catch you, and I got you Bitch, my swag on supernatural, get you pregnant lookin at you I aint nothing like them other dudes I’m an atom bomb, they a molecule Still paid, ballin’ out the frame, stuntin’ like a fool I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don’t need love lookin like diamonds Lookin like diamonds I dont need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I dont need love lookin like diamonds Lookin like diamonds Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum The beats so fat, gonna make me come Over to your place Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum The beats so fat, gonna make me come Over to your place Ugh, we be on that shit that no one be on, thats what we on Smoke that neon, Kings of Leon, dynamite, Napoleon Got some skinnies and a T on and some Vans And my mans got the ratchet While Im laying in some pussy, youll be laying in a casket Im just sayin, Im just spazzin, Im just smashin, Im just nasty If you bout it, bust it open, oh, you fancy Man, I got so many flows like a mansion, catch a tantrum Know a girl named Cleopatra, she a-throw that pussy at ya Im financially straight like a line, I aint lyin And all my hoes on they toes, ballerina, Black Swan And we on that Ciroc, Grey Goose, Pat-rón Its Weezy, baby; Sleazy, baby, yeah! I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don’t need love lookin like diamonds Lookin like diamonds I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don’t need love lookin like diamonds Lookin like diamonds

So Im watchin her fine ass, walk to my bedroom And thought to myself thats the shape of things to come She said, Why in the club, you dont make it precipitate? You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm? Im like, Why? The world needs sun, the hood needs funds Theres a war goin on and half the battle is guns How dare I throw it on the floor When people are poor So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord Umbilical attached to a place I cant afford No landscaping, or window draping This old lady told me, if I aint got nothin good, say nathan Thats why I dont talk much I swear it dont cost much to pay attention to me I tell like it is, then I tell it how it could be The hood be Requesting my services oh dont get nervous its Step yo game up time, these aint them same old rhymes Designed to have you dancin in some club Niggas ride to me, women be off in they tub Ex-foliating with they poms-poms, yelling, Go, 3000! Im in my whatever bumpin N.W.A, a hunnid miles and Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin Summon, woman, come in Sit down, heard you need some plumbin Done in, Im in a swell mood Or rather swole mood Until she told me that she told dude That shell be back, shes going to the store I didnt know she had a boyfriend, so the door I pointed her to I said, Call me when yall break up I dont fuck nobody, bitch, and never owned a Jacob, Know what time it is Nigga just tryin to live like a nigga supposed to live If I still drank that malt liquor, Id pour the beer On the ground for niggas not around; I started off starvin, now they got me out here Brett Favren Tryna see if I still got it... I guess its like a bike, think about it... Oh-oh-oh no Oh-oh-oh Nothin gonna stop us now, you cant stop us Whatcha gonna do right now? You cant run We the boss in here, we floss this shit cause Aint nobody doin it like we do, oh no Nothin gonna stop us now, you cant stop us Whatcha gonna do right now? You cant run We the boss in here, we floss this shit cause Aint nobody doin it like we do, oh no Oh-oh-oh no, oh no Oh-oh-oh no, oh no Oh-oh-oh no, oh no They cant stop us Oh-oh-oh no So I peep this bitch in V.I.P., I used to clip like Rob the barber It seems she couldnt shape up, cupcake her, I didnt bother Shes a follower a hell of a swallower, not a leader Got a first, second, third, and fourth string, I didnt need her I didnt mean to treat her like she was the main feature Presentation, heard yas a traitor to the situation More like a hassle because she had no keys to the castle The queen sits on the throne While this ho ride down Old National Go head ho, beat ya feet Dr-dr-drop down and get yo eagle on freak We ever-so-discreet with this meet Got a whole lot to lose if paparazzi Ever shot or shoot we, meaning me and you Us together in the lens My ends would be gone just like some Dro in the Wind Told da ho you gonna win sho nuff we gon pretend To the land of make believe, now come on and hit this Hen... Taking shots to the neck Now thats love in ya mou-outh Now were affiliates so dont give me the Gangsta Grill No Drama it makes no sense I got a mean ass backhand and a that dont miss Bitch! Nothin gonna stop us now, you cant stop us Whatcha gonna do right now? You cant run We the boss in here, we floss this shit cause Aint nobody doin it like we do, oh no Nothin gonna stop us now, you cant stop us Whatcha gonna do right now? You cant run We the boss in here, we floss this shit cause Aint nobody doin it like we do, oh no Oh-oh-oh no, oh no Oh-oh-oh no, oh no Oh-oh-oh no, oh no They cant stop us Oh-oh-oh no I realized recently That I was born for this position I took the fall for Hip-Hop And I stand in front of you stronger than ever Watch what come next! Finally a nigga DJ the fuckin Drama AMG Nothin can take me out my zone! Nothin gonna stop us now, you cant stop us Whatcha gonna do right now? You cant run We the boss in here, we floss this shit cause Aint nobody doin it like we do, oh no Nothin gonna stop us now, you cant stop us Whatcha gonna do right now? You cant run We the boss in here, we floss this shit cause Aint nobody doin it like we do, oh no Oh-oh-oh no, oh no Oh-oh-oh no, oh no Oh-oh-oh no, oh no They cant stop us Oh-oh-oh no

Im a pale imitator of a boy in the sky With a cap in his head, and a knot in his tie Im the light in the mall when the power is gone A shadow in a corner, just playin along! Im gonna lay in my bed, Im rolling aside But if a get a car, uh, Im hoping to ride Because I know if I ever say, Im leaving. to you Youve got a holding chain and you dont know what to do! Youd stop You wanna do it, but you dont know what you doing, baby, aah You wanna feel it, but you dont know what youre feeling tonight And if youre thinking that I dont know what youre thinking, baby, aah You go on thinking and you gonna make it alright! Im impregnable, incredible, and set in the quo Im a late in my ride, and not a heart in soul I got Saturday night, enough been said And if I ever had to do it Well, you know I wouldnt care Id just get down, I loving the feat And if I wanna talk back, the message is free Then theres a fire, a ray, and out in the sun And if you can’t partake, you get ‘em alive You get a heartbreak You wanna do it, but you dont know what you doing, baby, aah You wanna feel it, but you dont know what youre feeling tonight And if youre thinking that I dont know what youre thinking, baby, aah You go on thinking and you gonna make it alright! Every time we try, we get nowhere Wouldnt it be nice if we were just normal people? Yeah Trying so hard to act like we dont care But its true you do, nothing is left so I guess Im right New word - onomatopoeia Boom! Quit acting like you dont wanna be here Fuck around and get jumped like leap year Glock in the glove make you really wanna leave me alone Get the fuck on, gone Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy song Rap aint nothing but the art of talking shit My girl look pretty up there ridin dick My plaid pants, my solid future Asinine ass and a gorgeous coochie Im an outcast but youre into me Summer got mad cause winter blew me That juicy fruit, that splooshy sploosh Generation X on bloopty bloop Get doop, gotta get doopty doop Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof Like a chimney, I commend me How come it be some lame ass nigga talking about, Ah, he dont rap enough? But yall rap a lot, and Im like wrap it up, ho We aint Scarface, we aint Willie D We aint Bushwick, ye aint killin me Better play with your motherfucking mama Bet you still stay with your motherfucking mama Keep sleeping on me, Imma rock my pajamas In the daytime, I swear, I promise Dare a nigga say something tear a nigga face off How come blacks dont play baseball? Yall white, know yall can taste all This fly shit I stay finna take off Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Yee aint fresh squeezed juice, nigga you that Tang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Wait, you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane Uh, let it up, head erupts A lava language and the vocal volcanic If it aint fixed dont broke it, dont panic If it aint hits, it aint shit, God dammit If it aint this, it aint dope, it dont flush And if it aint hip or dont hop, well then hush Man they sound like… Man they stole yo… Man they look like… Nope, it aint us Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Yee aint fresh squeezed juice, nigga you that Tang Every time we try, we get nowhere Wouldnt it be nice if we were just normal people? Yeah Trying so hard to act like we dont care, I dont care But its true you do, nothing is left, so I guess Im right Flip the page, our days are revelations, hide! Space is strange, doctor, Ive got no patience! Oh, its all a part of the process Okay, okay Nothins new, its true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess youre right! I even mumble Im the shit Need mumble, I can mumble I can mumble that Im the shit Im the shit! Im the shit! Yeah, Im the shit! Ha, Im the shit! I know it sound good to you! Cause it sound excellent to me! Im the shit, yeah! Yeah, Im the shit! I do it cause Im convinced I do it cause Im the shit Im never on the fence! Ah! Im never on the fence! Yeah! Im the shit! Yeah! Im the shit! Yeah! I could even take keys on yall! I can even make it a hundred degrees on yall, Im the shit! Yeah, yeah! Im the shit! Ah, Im the shit! Mumble cause Im the shit Yeah, I can mumble cause Im the shit, I can mumble I dont have to say shit cause Im the shit I dont have to say a goddamn thing cause Im the motherfucking shit And you know it! Im the shit! Say it wit me! Im the shit Sometimes I feel like the shit Sometimes I feel like the shit, sometimes I feel like Im shit Sometimes I wanna stand for somethin, then sometimes wanna sit I didnt really plan on cussin, but sometime it just slip Ah! Im the shit! Im the shit! Yeah, Im the shit! Ah! Im the shit! Yeah! Im the shit! Ahh, yeah! Im the shit! I know it sound good to you Cause it sound good to meeeeee Im the shit! Yeah, yeah, Im the shit! I can even walk away from the mic Cause Im the shit! I did it tonight Im the shit! Yeah, I do it riiiight Im the shit! I dont even have to sing in key Ohhh! Its all about me! Im the shit! Im crawling back to the mic! Im the shit! I could do this shit all night! Im the shit! I could do it in the day, Im the shit! I could do it any way, Im the shit! Yeah, Im the shit! Thats it Yeah, I can say it Now I can say it, dont you see it? I dont even sweat! Ah! Im the shit! Im the shit! I said Im the shit! It might sound good to you It sound excellent to me Fuck! Im the shit! Im the shit! I take a piss cause Im the shit! I can fart on it, Im the shit! I get smart on it, Im the shit! I get dumb on it, Im the shit! I make her crumb on it, Im the shit! The sum of it; Im the shit! The sun love me, Im the shit! The moon is jealous of me! The sun is jealous of me! The rain is jealous of me! EVERYTHING IS JEALOUS OF ME! Im THE SHIT! Im THE SHIT! Im THE SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAHHHH AHHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH, AH-AH-AH-AH, AH-AH-AH-AH You cant have a piece of my pie! Im the shit! Im that guy! Im the shit! I dont know why! But Im the shit! Yeah, Im the shit Dont even have to scream I dont even have to dream Im the shit, I make you cream Cause Im the shit Yeahhh, Im the shit When I stand up, everybody sit, Im the shit Asshole Sometime I feel like the shit, sometime I feel like Im shit Sometime I wanna stand for somethin, then sometime wanna sit Didnt really plan on cussin, but sometime it just slip When you the mayonnaise and the mustard, you cant relish in it And when them panties turn to custard, who the hell do they miss? And when the nanny fucks the husband, what does she tell the kids? Thats a whole nother discussion, we cant fit in our kicks Thats a whole nother discussion, you cant fit in these kicks Yeah The way I feel tonight, I think Ill wear these shades for the rest of my life Yeah Yeah The way I feel tonight, I think Ill wear these shades for the rest of my life The way I feel tonight, I think Im-a wear these shades for the rest of my life That way, you wont be able to see the disappointment in my eyes Cause they dont lie , not to my eyes Nah, they dont lie , not to my eyes, un-un

Mad ethnic right now Roll around the world like I do with my brethren All the pretty girls wanna be my heaven All you pearly kings and queens Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s You should be considering Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s We can turn you into smithereens Roll around the world like I do with my brethren If people take away your walk Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s You gotta keep it rollin Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s You gotta keep it rollin Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s You gotta keep it rollin All the pretty girls wanna be my heaven Are they down? All the pretty girls wanna be my heaven Roll around, I roll around, Im rollin them 7s Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s You gotta keep it rollin Roll around the world like I do with my brethren You gotta keep it rollin All of my girls wanna be my heaven You gotta keep it rollin Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s You gotta keep it rollin Roll around, I roll around, Im rollin them 7s You gotta keep it rollin They cant ignore us together Like Voltron, we come together Flyin through fluorescent weather Ready to settle whoever Yall wanna join, we gon vet you If you the same, we cant let you If you sick as shit, we gon catch you Welcome home, this is who gets you No-no-no, no-no, no No-no-no, no, yeah Wanna join? No-no-no, no-no, no No-no-no, no, yeah Roll around the world like I do with my brethren All the pretty girls wanna be my heaven All you pearls and kings and queens Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s You should be considering Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s We can turn you into smithereens Roll around the world like I do with my brethren If people take away your walk Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s You gotta keep it rollin Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s You gotta keep it rollin Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s You gotta keep it rollin All the pretty girls wanna be my heaven Are they down? All the pretty girls wanna be my heaven Roll around, I roll around, Im rollin them 7s Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s You gotta keep it rollin Roll around the world like I do with my brethren You gotta keep it rollin All of my girls wanna be my heaven You gotta keep it rollin Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s You gotta keep it rollin Roll around, I roll around, Im rollin them 7s You gotta keep it rollin The bird in the mystical thunder That big yellow ball that were under Workin and waitin on orders So we just stay open and porous You should hear us as a chorus Bitch, we could blow off the doors The energy would do it for us And get this, we black as the Moors No-no-no, no-no, no No-no-no, no, yeah Wanna join? No-no-no, no-no, no No-no-no, no, yeah Roll around the world like I do with my brethren All the pretty girls wanna be my heaven Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s Roll, roll, roll, roll, rollin them 7s Say somethin, nigga, what? Yeah, say somethin Say somethin, nigga, what? Yeah, say somethin Say somethin, nigga, what? Yeah, say somethin Say somethin, nigga, what? Yeah, say somethin Everybody do the weather dance I never was the only one Everybody do whatever, man Everybody do whatever, man Everybody do the weather dance I never was the only one Everybody do whatever, man Everybody do whatever, man Say somethin, nigga, what? Yeah, say somethin Say somethin, nigga, what? Yeah, say somethin Say somethin, nigga, what? Yeah, say somethin Say somethin, nigga, what? Yeah, say somethin The whistles go whoo Yeah you wanna, whoo-whoo Its that whoo-whoo You gotta keep it rollin Roll around the world like I do with my brethren You gotta keep it rollin All the pretty girls wanna be my heaven You gotta keep it rollin Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s You gotta keep it rollin Roll around, I roll around, Im rollin them 7s Time pterodactyls over all of we, I see I notice fractals, clover, honey bee, thats why I kinda cackle, it be funny, see, haha I aint an actor, well sometimes I be, action I got a gash on both my arms and knees, I be Blockin Alaska, they be coldin me, achoo I cant imagine the hood in harmony, I mean How can I bask in a bloody Sun if he dont see Me as a man, so Im a hunted beast to him I panoramic, look around, I be on edge And eggshells, yeah Im an omelette, a quiche I catch hell, they throwin fireballs to me My bitch yell, pussy, leave my baby alone Im like, look girl, get your ass inside, now gon I would miss her if I knocked this piggy off But I deserve the same as white niggas, I thought Roll around the world like I do with my brethren All the pretty girls wanna be my heaven Every time I turn around, Im rollin them 7s Roll, roll, roll, roll, rollin them 7s

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Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit Oh, what a job this is Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh, what a job this is Dranking yet Im thinking of another rhyme Smoking, hoping that some bad news will come some other time Cause Im trying to do what I love; I love what I do This music is something more different than the weed and the brew Thats why we mashing we aint asking for nothing we working for it Push it, peddle it to the people, they cant ignore it This is for all the independents, a few major labels The big studios who still give niggas favors On the mixing and mastering Puzzling and plastering the tracks together On tapes, CDs, wax or whatever This is for all the engineers who smoke weed Cant forget about the production costs and all the hidden fees For another rhyme written, we spend time spitting in the booth Sometimes its like a pigeon coop But its all for the cause So Im gonna continue to MC and smoke weed You know Im... Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit Oh, what a job this is Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh, what a job this is As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy With the music I be making, the impression I be leaving A lot of folks they stop and stare, thinking Ima trick it off I roll another bleezy, puff it, pass it and shake it off Move on to the next phase and its amazing The next generation of rappers, big Snoop Dogg raising em Thats fifteen years in the game Still got the fortune and fame, yeah Im doing my thang Check this Devin, somebody said that real Gs to go heaven So Imma keep spitting the truth on these fools like a reverend Stay open like 7-11, thats 24/7 When you need some hot shit, stop by and get you a beverage Im serving, my rhymes like nickels and dimes Plug it in, let it play and let me blow your mind Its the dominant, conglomerate, prominent, and Imma get What I gotta get, twist another Sweet and bob to the beat Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit Oh, what a job this is Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh, what a job this is We work nights, we some vampires Niggas gather round the beat like a campfire Singing folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord You download it for free, we get charged back for it I know youre saying, they wont know, they wont miss it Besides, I aint a thief, they wont pay me a visit So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you Yeah, exactamundo But we just keep recording and it aint to get no condo And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami And that cute lil chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys See, we do it for that boy that graduated That looked you in your eyes real tough and say preciate it And that he wouldnta made it if it wasnt for your CD number nine And hes standing with his baby momma Kiki and she crying Talkin bout, that they used to get high to me in high school And they used to make love to me in college Then they told me bout they first date, listenin to my tunes And how he liked her fingernail polish I say Hate to cut you off but I gotta go I wish you could tell me mo, but Im off to the studio Gotta write tonight Hey, can you put us in your raps? I dont see why not Devin is the Dude, you gon probably hear him talkin bout– Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit Oh, what a job this is Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh, what a job this is Yeah, this life we live, what a job this is—real spit, man A lot of folks wanna walk in these shoes But they just dont know, man, its a hell of a job, man To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man We got a lot to deal with Family members we gotta always look out for Baby momma nagging, you namsayin, kids need this And then again the public need that, we gotta make hot music Cause if it aint hot, it dont mean shit But you know, its all in a days work What a job this is my nigga Whats crack-a-lacking, Devin the Dizzude? Snoop D-O dub, J Prince, Jas Prince Yeah, Rap-A-Lot still on top, 2007 What a job this is

I said I see some ladies in here tonight I might marry Gone off the Belvey and ‘tron it’s too scary Baby you can have whatever you like, the tooth fairy I’ll do anything to leave here tonight with you, cherie I said I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said now what it is, what it do, homegirl aint got a clue If I get you open all the things that I would do to you Smack it up, flip it down, weigh it up, break it down Lean you to ya side yeah and ask ya who’s ya daddy now Aint even gotta open your eyes, know what your looking at And I aint even have to open my eyes when I was cooking that Guess it was love at first sight, eye contact Remember the night we first met, I caught a contact Now shes my ride or die, it’s us against the world You know we both hustlin’ so hustlin’ is our world Said I mustve had too much to drink I’m in my G-Mode So all the ladies repeat after me cause it’s the G-Code Promise if I get locked, you’ll come and pay my bond If you hear some niggas plotting on me, you’ll ring the alarm And everytime you give it to me it’s gon be the bomb And in these unlucky streets you’re gon’ be my lucky charm I said I see some ladies in here tonight I might marry Gone off the Belvey and ‘tron it’s too scary Baby you can have whatever you like, the tooth fairy I’ll do anything to leave here tonight with you, cherie I said I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do Man, that boy so cold, give him a blanket in here I d-o, I d-o, I d-o, oh, oh I, Vito, promise to treat this game, i-de-al Honor the code, not bring drama to mama’s peephole Life’s a bitch but shes the only love that I know -ow -ow So la-a-dee, after the “I Do’s” lets do Mercedes Lets tie the knot, lets grab us a pot, lets make a baby Looking back, I don’t know who threw this bouquet to me But I walk down this aisle faithfully, cut that cake for me I, Jay-Z, take this unlawful lady to have and to hold And til the task force roll To hug her every corner til I get ash from the cold Or until I’ve amassed a fortune, too much cash for me to fold Fold under pressure I would never, ever, ever, ever Your secret’s I treasure, for better or worse You’ll always be my first love til death do us part Pull a hearse up, my verse up I said I see some ladies in here tonight I might marry Gone off the Belvey and ‘tron it’s too scary Baby you can have whatever you like, the tooth fairy I’ll do anything to leave here tonight with you, cherie I said I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I do, I do, I do, I do Unh, Please put away the cameras Cause we just in the club getting MC Hammered And God forbid we ever trade our wisdom for the glamor And I know Im just a boy that a woman could make a man of So make me one, I know that you can make me one I just want a woman that looks 30 when shes 81 Please dont give it all away, I hope that you can save me some The more they pass they heart around, there more jaded that they become But this one special, so I make sure my suit will fit The one my daddy wore in June of 85, Im too legit Im just tryna get her in the mood And having her doing all the things shed only do when she get married So lets do this shit Tell the reverend, all we missing is his blessing Because before she popped the pussy, she need me to pop the question So we exchanged vows, they clapped, we take a bow And shell be doing tricks for daddy, when we take it to the house... I said I see some ladies in here tonight I might marry Gone off the Belvey and ‘tron it’s too scary Baby you can have whatever you like, the tooth fairy I’ll do anything to leave here tonight with you, cherie I said I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do Nothings more attractive than a heavy praying woman To a him when those and them been defecating on me Her would sense the heaven, and him when Andre omen Baby I’m hell, save me, don’t bail Crazy I tell you all of this in the middle of a club Where words tend to get thrown around lightly like like like like love Friend, rock star and So and so’s a genius So him vow to never utter him do unless him mean it Her proud like her mother and ooohh momma’s sweet So you just know that Juicy fruit aint gon’ fall too far from tree So if we ever woop the woop I want all that bleepty bleep On this nasty carpet Bixby fresh on one knee Say I do I do I do I do I do So we can float up outta here in this hot air balloon Lets put a baby butterfly up in your lil’ cocoon And maybe 2030 our baby, she’ll be nerdy make the whole club swoon Shell love books and cook and look just like you And when shes done being young, shell dress like you Well call her Love 22, shell tote a 22, the laser version I said I see some ladies in here tonight I might marry Gone off the Belvey and ‘tron it’s too scary Baby you can have whatever you like, the tooth fairy I’ll do anything to leave here tonight with you, cherie I said I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do

Yeah I used to think about immature things You know, like, Do you love me? Do you want me? Are you gon call me like you said you would? Is this really your real phone number? Wait a minute motherfuckers Aint a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood See, mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty good But if you wanna try, sucker now then we can do it Ha-ha, sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it Sh-sh-sheep, count em for the rest of ya life Yeah, yeah your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like So-so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8 He can die any second, how much longer its gon take? Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then? You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet Like the boys in blue when they come through with them boots And they kickin down the door and they dont care who they shoot But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back But they comin from the back, so we run back to the front They say get down on ya knees, we say, What the fuck you want? They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo Than I wanna give em, but if I keep talkin they wont know That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter Slash plumber, cash runner and he fire on them computers, log out Fuck niggas wanna jack, shit tight No slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw— throw some Ds on that bitch Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw some Ds on that bitch Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw— throw— Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggas wanna jack, shit tight No slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw some Ds on that bitch Just bought a Cadillac, throw some Ds on that bitch Just bought a Cadillac Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boy Alabama bricks boy tryin to get them big toys Two-twelve motorin, tell Harry throw some Ds on that bitch Now Im gettin fly, couple Gs on the fit Im at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch We at the strip club, we throw some Gs on that bitch cause we ballin We all outcasts, hot cars, we coppin cash Chop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass The car wash, my whips glowin, no tints, we fish bowlin No top, the piffs blowin, throw some Ds on that bitch And we go hard, Zone 4, d-boy squad We dont need the bars, koshers lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge We got a fetish coppin speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card They never thought that wed get large Lunatics sittin fat, St. Louis on the map Sixty-nine wet black, I just got my Cutty back Throw some Ds on that ho, I just got my Cutty back Throw some Ds on that ho, I just got my Cutty back How could I slip, how could I fall When youre baby mama got my poster high up on her wall? And that aint all, she done gave me them drawers Im Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister I called Last time she asked me for some money, I was hell to the nah But now Im rich and she can get it See these Ds match my fitted, my paint is banana splitted Inside is totally ignant, outside is totally kitted To be specific its wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it That Buick Regal, done did it, my Monte Carlos terrific That El Dorado got switches, Tamika and them, I done hit it That twenty mill, I done spent it, that house on the hill, I live it And that diamond herringbone? Walk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt Shawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten, what? Throw throw some ones on em Mo, I brought about ten, what? Throw throw some ones on em Mo, I brought about ten, what? Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggas wanna jack, shit tight No slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw— throw some Ds on that bitch Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw some Ds on that bitch Just bought a Cadillac , ayy Its Rich Boy, baby girl, Im a baller I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala I threw some Ds on that Lac and now its taller They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla Lets get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black I hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on Ho, dont even call my phone if you aint gonna give me dome So fuck you haters, Ill see you later Might see the gator in my Escalade, uh Mama told me, Put some Ds on it, son, you ridin wrong So I took them twenties off and put the monster wheels on Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggas wanna jack, shit tight No slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw— throw some Ds on that bitch Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw some Ds on that bitch Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw— throw— Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggas wanna jack, shit tight No slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw some Ds on that bitch Just bought a Cadillac, throw some Ds on that bitch Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw— throw— All red Chevrolet, twenty-sixes ridin high Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call em suicides Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill California license plate ridin through the ATL Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail Nah, Ima keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene Elbow out the window, show em how to gangsta lean Put Cali on the map, west side on my back Hometown on my face, forty-five on my lap Twenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and Ima throw some Ds on that bitch Pull up at the rim shop and throw some Ds on that bitch Might as well cut the top Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out Hit the block, fifteens vibratin the whole fuckin house Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggas wanna jack, shit tight No slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw— throw some Ds on that bitch Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw some Ds on that bitch Just bought a Cadillac

Six million dollar cyan buy my soul I ain’t no bionic man See, they think Im a fuck nigga But if they ever see me, then they might have to duck, nigga Like what, nigga? Before your ass can answer, get your whole shit bust, nigga Done rose out them ashes, drinking Fiji water Wanna pull me in that fire while Im tryna feed my daughter Wanna snatch my mommas plate, and tell her she cant eat Then we gon have us some discrepancies right here in this street Because the weak dont speak, get left in silence And when you dont listen, gotta speak with violence And duct tape the grandmomma, strip a man of all his honor Tryna be a G, now you wish you a goner I walk with the Gods with a tongue for the devil Tryna keep a nigga thirsty, so for rain, I pray mercy The return of the gangster, cause niggas dont believe I roll hotter than my sleeve, leave a nigga in the street The return of the gangster, cause niggas got bills This rap shit dont work, then its back to selling krills Return of the gangster, cause niggas want that real Want that old Danny Brown, but nigga, Im like, Chill The return of the gangster, fuck a hipster, squeeze a trigger You got me fucked up, Im a hood-ass nigga Ugh Gibbs E-S to the G-N Eastside niggas keep roaches in the ashtray Twenty thousand out the public housing on a bad day Drop it in the pot, if it aint locking, thats some bad yay Tryna save my soul, I wish the Lord would meet me halfway Devil on my shoulder as Im whipping up this yola And that motor hit the rotor, ship this blow to Minnesota Only option is a shootout if the police pull me over This shit get realer than shit thats on your PlayStation controller Call of Duty ass nigga, dick-in-the-booty-ass nigga Dont pour or roll no dough up, then I dont get no cash with you Feel like, Fuck the world, it aint no friends up in this business Fuck my label, show them Im the real realest nigga in it Gangsta Gibbs Nigga Bitch... Its the return of the gangsta, thanks to These phony-ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas Your white tee turn to tie-dye, nigga, I red-paint you Wont stress or cry about it, cause its not in my nature Its the return of the gangsta, thanks to These phony-ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas Your white tee turn to tie-dye, nigga, I red-paint you Wont stress or cry about it, cause its not in my nature, motherfucker

Clap your hands everybody If you got what it takes Cause Im Kurtis Blow and I want you to know That these are the breaks Dont push me cause Im close to the edge Im trying not to lose my head Its like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under Express yourself Im expressing with my full capabilities And now Im living in correctional facilities Bass! How low can you go? Death row, what a brother knows I wanna rock right now Im Rob Bass and I came to get down Im not internationally known But Im known to rock a microphone So lets go, go! It takes two to make a thing go right! It takes two to make it out-- Yo, yo, yo baby pop baby-pop Yeah, you come here, give me a kiss Better make it fast or else Im gonna get pissed Now push it Ah, push it Push it good Ah, push it Push it real good All right, stop Engine, engine, number 9 On the New York transit line If my train falls off the track Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain Insane in the membrane Crazy, insane, got no brain (Break it down Oh, put your hands up! Put your hands up!) Let me clear my throat! Oh! Have mercy baby! I hope you dont mind! Aha-aha Whooo! Yall gonna make me lose my mind up in here, up in here! Yall gonna make me go all out! Up in here! Up in here! Oh! Its getting hot in here So take off all your clothes I am getting so hot Im gonna take my clothes off Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, shawty Its your birthday Were gonna party like its ya birthday Were gonna sip Bacardi like its your birthday And you know we dont really care, its not your birthday My baby dont mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for sho Hey Ya! Hey Ya! A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli A-a-a milli, a milli, a milli All I do is win, win, win, no matter what Got money on my mind I cant ever get enough And every time I step up in the building everybodys hands go up Teach me how to dougie Teach me, teach me how to dougie All the girls love me All the, all the the girls love me All the girls love me You aint messing with my dougie I think Im Big Meech, Larry Hoover Whipping work, hallelujah (Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy, stop! Why do you always do that?) Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date But a year to make love she wanted you to wait? Let me tell you a story about my situation I was talking to this girl from the U.S. Nation You, you got what I need But you say hes just a friend But you say hes just a friend Oh baby, you, you got what I need But you say hes just a friend But you say hes just a friend You, you got what I need But you say hes just a friend But you say hes just a friend Oh baby, you, you got what I need But you say hes just a friend But you say hes just a friend Clap your hands everybody if you got what it takes (Justin: Cause Im Justin Jimmy: Im Jimmy! And we want you to know) That these are the breaks

You used to call me on my cellular device at night You used to call me on my cellular device at night And I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing Ever since I left the city you Got a reputation for yourself now Everybody knows and I feel left out Boy, you got me down, and got me stressed out Cause ever since I left the city, you Started gettin dressed and goin out more Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor Hangin with some dudes Ive never seen before You used to call me on my cellular device at night You used to call me on my cellular device at night And I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing Some people just said let it go And on and on and such and such But they dont ride around with us No, no, no Aint that too bad we love to hang And for a while, it stays the same But now you tryna change the game No, no, no You used to call me on my cellular device at night You used to call me on my cellular device at night And I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing Late night when you need my love Late night when you need my love Late night when you need my love Late night when you need my love Youve reached the Erykah Badu hotline If youre calling for Erykah, press 1 If youre calling to wish her a happy birthday, Kwanzaa, MLK, Black History Month, Juneteenth, or Hanukkah, press 2 If youre calling because you just saw her on B.E.T, MTV, or any other social media outlet, and youre checking to make sure youre still in good standing, press 3 If youre calling to beg for some shit in general, press 4 If youre calling to beg for some shit, but this is that pre-call before the actual begging, press 5 If youve already made that pre-call and this is the actual call to beg, press 6 If youre calling to ask for some free tickets in a city near you, and know she dont really fuck with you like that? Press 7 If youre calling to book Erykah, to flip the first burger at your company BBQ, or to DJ at your little cousins slip-and-slide party, press 8 If youre calling to say peace, and dont really fit into any of those descriptions Text me, because I dont really answer voicemail You used to call me on my cellular device at night You used to call me on my cellular device at night And I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing Ever since I left the city you Got a reputation for yourself now Everybody knows and I feel left out Boy, you got me down, and got me stressed out Cause ever since I left the city, you Started gettin dressed and goin out more Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor Hangin with some dudes Ive never seen before You used to call me on my cellular device at night You used to call me on my cellular device at night And I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing Them people just said let it go And on and on and such and such But they dont ride around with us Oh, no, no Aint that too bad we love to hang And for a while, it stays the same But now you tryna change the game Oh, no, no You used to call me on my cellular device at night You used to call me on my cellular device at night And I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing

Me and everything around me is unstable like Chernobyl Ready to go at any moment, jumping like a pogo stick Life never lived up to my expectations, so I accept the patience Expect the worse, but now Im pacin back and forth Inside, Im melting like water on wicked witches A monster truck done came and ran over my picket fences I had the best of life in my clenches, but monkey wrenches was thrown Like chairs kings sit on, my prayers seem too long I fall asleep before the ending, dont even get to say amen I hope He understands I be on bended knees At times, I think Im crazy, then I say forget it Or maybe its the devil infiltrating and, like Riddick Bowe, Ive been fighting this since them fetus days I count from one to twenty, when Im through, repeat the phrase Its just a phase, its gon all pass, but that gets old too Im weakenin like a deacon doing dirt What am I sposed do? Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh See, from bedknobs to broomsticks, we lookin to start some new shit Im writing this rhyme in faith, so when you hear it, hope you true it My nigga, you do it like swooshes, the lyrical cleanse and new sense Wiping away your germs and filling your craniums with juices See, Mo goes on, my slick flow flows on Straight from West Savannah, Georgia, but the S.W.A.T.S. is my home Never go wrong, cause the click is tighter than gnat ass and that bad Mosquito, now we goes, Im proud of you people For selling your crack in sacks, Im glad Im white, not black Shit, on the real, thats how them mighties really act When your back was turned, them slackers learned and now we fallin apart You lookin me in my eye, but you aint feelin me in your heart Yes, yes, Lord, give me the power, we live in the final hour These niggas, they leavin me stranded like Rapunzel in the tower Now or never, lets stick together and overcome But they dont feel like marching, cause they shoes is overrun Aint that a bitch? Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh Planets and stars Earth, Jupiter, Mars Clothes, hoes, cars Its who you are Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh Planets and stars Earth, Jupiter, Mars Clothes, hoes, cars Its who you are

Ye-yeah East point in the house like this here From the weave to the fake eyes To the fake nails down to the toes Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, we love these hoes Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, we love these hoes From the weave to the fake eyes To the fake nails down to the toes Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, we love these hoes Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, we love these hoes Dont lie you love them If you dont you like them hoes a whole lot Just like your mama Sunday cookin, turkey necks in the pot You ready to drop your load like prop planes, be dumpin that cocaine You ready to turn your fro, from natural straight to a cold wave Dat ho name Betty Big Shoez, she wore them Herman Munster heels Popped a pill, now shes in your Coupe De Ville, passenger seat I made her eat my meat while I was rubbin her coochie Injection in her top and bottom lip straight from her booty So Do Re, blow me, Fa So La Ti Da Ha Im tellin the truth You suckin your tooth you treatin her like a star boy From a Figueroa to a Herringbone From droppin her off to takin her home She tried to pull my rubber off with her pussy muscles that was wrong The bitch is no good like lesbians with no tongues You fucked around and knocked her up and now you say she the one Nigga you dumb, you should have pulled it out and squirted on her eyelash And let her face be holdin the baby, now she after yo ass! Yeah, I told yall niggas About god damn takin them hoez to the Cheesecake Factory Lettin them hoez order strawberry lemonade and popcorn shrimps They aint goin do nuthin But try to take all your motherfuckin cheese! From the weave to the fake eyes To the fake nails, down to the toes Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez From the weave to the fake eyes To the fake nails, down to the toes Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez Ay, ay, whats up lil girl I see you workin them Valente She walk wit a fly Sashay Look here say, Im Mr. Fat Face I come through swervin You love the way the leather grippin your butt Conversation kill em, drippin em up Relax Shawty, oh lordy, I quote the facts Whippin convertible with Daddy Fat Sax I stay G sharp as a note of music Call me fresh baked bread, make a broad lose it Im just sayin they just cant stand to see me execute game plan I slow it down, she like it - speed it up She poked it out, I beat it up like that Hit em from the back, had to increase that ho vocabulary From the weave to the fake eyes To the fake nails, down to the toes Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez From the weave to the fake eyes To the fake nails, down to the toes Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez Yeah, yeah, Gipp keep it double loco Met up in Cafe Intermezzo for some late night pastry Conversation hasty cause I was ready to dip Sweatsuit velour so I ordered Kahlua Fell in, hit her with the garden hose Left her with the pokahose, got up and didnt say goodbye Her face wrinkle up and froze Why you leavin so soon, supposed to And aint no question about that They call me Big Gipp on the southside Mr. Get Down in the veins so whats the word Dont fall in love with good pussy off the top Better leave for two months come back and pop, study the shit From the weave to the fake eyes To the fake nails, down to the toes Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez From the weave to the fake eyes To the fake nails, down to the toes Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez

Our shit dont mix like yay and lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show soldier ass niggas Im murder citys Sargeant Slaughter Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber I betcha Ill drill your heifer like Black & Decker The pussy wrecker and White Water couldnt get it wetter Im guaranteed to never swiss cheese for more cheddar I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters What up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather Ive seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather And creased denim threats delivered when I send em Niggas know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list Banana niggas need to split Quit fucking with this thorough Atlanta clique This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic My pen and pixel make violence more graphic I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it One muthafuckin verse and already its a classic One muthafuckin verse and already its a classic Killer Mike, nigga! Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over K.B. baby wont you Just quit the contemplating cause Ill box you in your muthafuckin mouth Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over K.B. baby wont you Just quit the contemplating cause Ill box you in your muthafuckin mouth My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin off the top A nigga dont stop for squares or octagons prepare Im not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but Im only poppin tweeters And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit my feet up Imma eat up anybody who tests this, Im blessed wit Super human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin Gone be the first one like some Mexicans to buck Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, yous in church And Im the deacon speakin while ya tweakin The preacher preachin, reachin, teachin speakin, being, breathin Youre not, your clock stop, and now youre laying in a pretty box And now pastor is only talking bout the pretty parts of your life Your brother fuckin your damn wife You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate Its too late, cause you hate, you hate Its too late, cause you hate Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?! Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby wont you Just quit the contemplating cause Ill box you in your muthafuckin mouth Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby wont you Just quit the contemplating cause Ill box you in your muthafuckin mouth Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy Ol girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat baby Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground Now you doing the Dirty South, know what Im talkin about Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about But fuck that, Im looking for love all in her mouth Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures We two of the dopest mic controllers Stack big bank, honey folders Even wit rollers, Im trying to told ya Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks Of Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lapels Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my minds expanding Readily rappin and snappin, snappin and trappin Thats just whats happening Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby wont you Just quit the contemplating cause Ill box you in your muthafuckin mouth Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby wont you Just quit the contemplating cause Ill box you in your muthafuckin mouth A whey you want come dis When you know you nuh fit You better move you bombo Before me start trip Nuff a them a talk OutKast Nuff a them a trip Nuff a them come in like a bitch Whey wear slip A J-Sweet me name an me already Chris A OutKast me spar wid So boy nuh try dis If you dis boy shot knaw go miss Gun shot a go teck you just like fits Boy hear me song an thought a remix Brand new tune platinum hits We nah gon run and switch like no bitch OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike

Cmon, Johnny! When you gonna get here? All right, hold your pretty horses, Ill be there in a minute You just get yourself dolled up, alright Toots? You pick a place, you just pick a place! Um, Johnny? Yeah, Gwennie-Gwen-Gwen? You might wanna hurry, because tonight is the night! Im empty I need fulfilling, yes I do, love A-to the ceiling when I do, love I get this feeling when Im in love Im restless Cant you see I try my bestest? To be good girl, because its just us So take me now and do me justice Im waiting A-patiently anticipating Your arrival, and Im hating It takes so long to get to my house To take me out Tonight, Im gonna give you all my love in the backseat Bubble pop electric Bubble pop electric Gonna speed it down and slow it up in the backseat Bubble pop electric Uh-oh, in the backseat! Okay now I understand hes on his way now But jeez Louise, I mean today now I cant wait, I wanna play now Im antsy Bubble pop electric pansies My sweet tooth, I want your candy The Queen of Eng would say its randy Im itchy I wish you would come and scratch me Tonight Im falling, wont you catch me? Swoop on by so you can snatch me and take me out Tonight, Im gonna give you all my love in the backseat Bubble pop electric Bubble pop electric Gonna speed it down and slow it up in the backseat Bubble pop electric Uh-oh, in the backseat! The need to be satisfied Come pick me up, I want a ride Hurry, hurry come to me Drive-in movie Drive in, move me Drive into me Bubble pop electric, youve gotta get it Straight to me, drive-in movie Take it to the backseat, run it like a track meet Come to me, drive-in movie Bubble pop electric, youve gotta get it Straight to me, drive-in movie Take it to the backseat, run it like a track meet Come to me, drive-in movie Tonight, Im gonna give you all my love in the backseat Bubble pop electric Bubble pop electric Gonna speed it down and slow it up in the backseat Bubble pop electric Uh-oh, in the backseat! Tonight, Im gonna give you all my love in the backseat (Bubble pop electric, youve gotta get it Straight to me, drive-in movie) Bubble pop electric Bubble pop electric Gonna speed it down and slow it up in the backseat (Bubble pop electric, youve gotta get it Straight to me, drive-in movie) Bubble pop electric Uh-oh, in the backseat! Yeah, tell your father, I said hello! Johnny, get outta here!

Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car Some of that El Dorado funk, know what Im talking about Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah You know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I wanna know Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean Back with Stankonia, Dungeon Family-ee Pearl Cadillac on Ds and Vogues, flip flops, T-shirts and Dickies Its the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E If you need some back-up, find your own Ya girl gonna give you grief at home Just tell her these hoes wanna be on the same team that shes playing on Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Outkast, Goodie Mob, and the Dungeon clique Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough, when beef come around, cant let it go When my funds turn legit, Imma let you know, ridin rims real good down Old National Its trappable—two bed, Jacuzzi bath, its natural—puttin cheese in ya stash Un-taxable—futhermuckers get mad, steady watching myself, got eyes in my back Dont take no slack when you managing the trap, if you work out, gotta get it right back I trap by day, boy, rap by night, C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps Im pimp tight, give a fuck, niggas know whats up Its T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve It like it aint about the money, we got to handle the job No colors or rags, just guns and masks We not scared to blast and dip off fast With the Dungeon clique, just pulled a lick Now what you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps Back on the scene, a sack of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands Paint looking like Candyland, its Slimm, the southpaw triggerman Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes Chop them hoes and then you skate, back to the block wit the deflate Grams the Os, slabes to whole ones da flake A young nigga holdin big face foldin Pimps are known for catching runaways A good hustlers known to keep his gun away First nigga run up and try to jack mine First nigga fuck up to get flat-lined Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless Yall dont wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be bangin Off the chain danglin, yall know that Im from CP Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps OutKast with a K, yeah, them niggas are hard Harder than a nigga tryna impress God Well pull your whole deck, fuck pulling your card And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard Now bitches sucking on my nouns and Im eating their verbs Get full, and niggas, niggas Pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself If its for the wealth Ill stop, well put it like this Its like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall Yeah, nigga, naw, we lean to the side dont fall All yall fuckboys, tuck toys inside your pants Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance Now what that be for? Youre on that reefer and on that 2Pac In front of them ooh-wops, trying to show out, thats the ho route Talking loud talking bout thats gangsta shit

Street Love I said, What time you get off? She said, When you get me off I kinda laughed, but it turned into a cough Cause I swallowed down the wrong pipe Whatever that mean— You know, old people say it, so it sounds right So Im standing there embarrassed If we were both in Paris I would have grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, but We in the middle of Whole Foods And those fools aint supposed to beef But youd think they hated tofu Check-in line got rowdy; my vision got cloudy I started seeing circles like some Audi— Emblem; Im hearing them say, Come on, man Do this own your own time—get the hell on, man I walked out, hm, I got bout... Halfway to my car when I heard shawty shout: 3000, forgot your credit card—smart move By the way, my little sister loves your cartoon Well, heres my name and num If I aint the one, lose it; if I am, use it If a man chooses and he can dos it And he dont, dont take it personal He might be might be swamped With making mozzarella—no, making worlds better Cheese will come, believe me; Im— Never focused on the cash Ask Mel Gibson, Jesus Christ, Im bout the pass-ion Stop—baby, bring that thang back You know where my heart at Shawty, show your boy some love Cause Im about to lose it With the way you move it Makes me wanna get to it, yeah Girl, tell me what it do Ill change the game for you Im a playa, yes its true, but Can I be for real? This is how I feel Im in need of love So lets dip up out of here Ooh, youre just my type Everythings so right And I just wanna chill So lets dip up out of here Lets dip up out of here Ha, ha-ha Ha, ha Shes fine too But I want you Ha, ha, ha-ha Ha, ha Shes fine too But I want you I’ll admit it This just aint no game These just aint words that Im spitting If you could see the thoughts thats in my head Im tripping Im a player, yeah, its true But Ill change the game for you See what I do, ooh Can I be for real? This is how I feel Im in need of love So lets dip up out of here Ooh, youre just my type Everythings so right And I just wanna chill So lets dip up out of here Lets dip up out of here Ha, ha-ha Ha, ha Shes fine too But I want you Ha, ha, ha-ha Ha, ha Shes fine too But I want you Yeah, Nas be in the crib, low, strip-pole-ing it Cold Guinness, bitter taste; slim waist, Im gon hit it We low-key, baby, like a baritone Apple computer, email me to come scoop you Run through you, undo your bra, give me medulla, ah You cute as a movie star in Sin City, Hennessy, my love slave Loving is pimping, no rest hāve with none of em Ill leave every one of em, you just say it Just leave it where it is, he aint aware Let sleeping dogs lie, but keep a sharp eye on him Cause Im the wrong guy, dont wanna put this four-five on him Lets get it on, ma, you got my nose wide open You already locked down and rocked down, but so delicious If he get suspicious, bring up his old mistress I aint dry-snitching But why should you be feeling bad cause I be killing that, huh? Can I be for real? This is how I feel Im in need of love So lets dip up out of here Ooh, youre just my type Everythings so right And I just wanna chill So lets dip up out of here Lets dip up out of here Ha, ha-ha Ha, ha Shes fine too But I want you Ha, ha, ha-ha Ha, ha Shes fine too But I want you

Yessuh, let me dig into your brain, folks falling like rain Poverty got me selling thangs, guess Im gon explain Jane is rolled up, no gangs be throwed up But still André got action, they Sweat like Keith, all on my teeth I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinking that you gots Ample time to do this, have you shot? I thought you knew this Im crumbling, no time for fumbling Selling my sacks, watching my back Wetting em up like splish, leaving em in a splash Of blood, the clock is ticking niggas from my block is missing Im putting it down like it be hot before we all get shot Got only so much time in this bastard Bitter be claiming pro but I be saying they procrastinating Settling for less, bet be ready When they roll up in your nest and sink one in your chest and Yous gone, up outta here for good Yall be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood Yeah, wassup? Theres only so much time left in this crazy world Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erb Niggas killing niggas they dont understand Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erb So check me out, see Once in a while when niggas be trying to test me, I gets frisky Grab a pint of golden whiskey Then they swing but, shit, they missed me, huh Im getting nice with them thangs, because I do like that You heard me on the radio and, yes, my man, Im true to dat I run my lyrics the way yall wanna hear em And shoot my dice against the bricks the way I wanna flicks em Nigga, so ring around the roses, diamonds around my neck from flexing But Im running niggas over like a ninety-fo Lexus, test it Ten millimeters, count em, nigga, fuck a nine See, I added a millimeter for yall niggas doing crimes And drive-bys, kiss yo ass bye-bye, sayonara suckers I flipped the script and turned the page Aint scared of you motherfuckers Be popping shots, like them hoes be popping coochies And I still be spreading bullets Like them freaks be spreading cooties So look here niggas, Im hunting Red October I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over Theres only so much time left in this crazy world Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erb Niggas killing niggas they dont understand Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erb Wooo! Big Boi Got a Tampa Nugget blunt box, its empty Thats where the erb be dropping Its simply marvelous, time is ticking But some of that time when I be laying vocals in the Dungeon Sugar Bear and Mone be smoking ounces like it aint nothing It aint shit to take another hit, so hit it Of the cannabis sativa weed reefer, yeah, smoke shit Its all day eery day 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 Coming around my shop with that, see, nigga, you gets nothing Just like DJ do the cutting, I be having your posse ducking Nothing but King Shit, I am asking, sucka, can you hang? That player with the pepper throwing salt off in your game Sprinkle sprinkle, motherfucker, dont be crying on me That southern cess be in my chest until Im chillin in peace, yeah Theres only so much time left in this crazy world Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erb Niggas killing niggas they dont understand Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erb Ah, shit now Coming in like two fat hoes sitting off on Corn Flakes Dropping these things like French fries in hot grease Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, P.A., OutKast The J-O-I, just to let yall niggas know Forever pimping, never slipping, thats how it is That how its gon be, thats how it was in the past Thats how its gon be in the futures, nigga Its all day everyday, so what you wanna do with it? Bring that shit on, know what Im saying? Yeah Theres only so much time left in this crazy world Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erb Niggas killing niggas they dont understand Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erb Theres only so much time left in this crazy world Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erb Niggas killing niggas they dont understand Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erb Theres only so much time left in this crazy world Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erb