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Outkast - Babylon - lyrics

I came into this world high as a bird
From second hand cocain powder
I know it sounds absurd
I never tooted but its in my veins
While the rest of the country bungies off bridges
Without no snap back
And *****es they say they need that
To shake they fannies in the ass clubs
They go the other route
Turn each other out
Burn each other out
Where a bonified nigga like me
Cant even get no back rub 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 rantin and ravin bout gats
Nigga they made them gats
They got some shit thatll blow out our backs
From where they stay at
Chorus:
Ooooh, I fear the battles just begun
Ooooh, though were here someday we will be gone
So Im hopin, wishin, prayin
To keep my faith in you, in you
(yo, yo, yo in background)
Im fascinated by the way yo
Nipples peak at me through yo blouse
Freaky me, freaky you
Cant help but be aroused
scuse me lord less for thinkin
But thats the way we was brought up
Sneakin to watch playboy at night
We all must be caught up in worldly ways
Chemistry between boys and girls
Is alot like when we went to the woods
And laid with the squirrels
Durin p.e., wed be
Exploring each others privates
Hunchin with all our clothes on
Until we felt excited then, aaaah
Oh now its on from here on out
Put yo hands in the atmosphere
If you know what Im talkin bout
Now if two hearts done walk on out
And I see you on the next song
They call it horny
Because its devilish
Now see we dead wrong
Chorus
People dont know the stress Im dealing with day to day
Speakin about the feeling Im possessing for rene
Mopin around and wondering where she stay
Saw her last that she lay
Give it another day I say
But the lord he taketh away
Now give it back lawd
Cause thats like backboards without the rims
Me and my auntie was tight like southwest
Before the pinks moved in
Like the niggas that owned the ligour store
Crack cocaine, pimps and whores
Livin up on this earth
Before a nigga like daddy was born
But they makin a scene
That my music and crime are a team
But Im speakin the truth not dreams
So what in the ***** they mean
My lyrics aint clean
Chorus

Outkast - Aquemini - lyrics

[hook]
Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y
Nothin is for sure nothin is for certain nothin lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
Its him & I aquemini
[big boi]
Now is the time to get on like spike lee said
Get on the bus go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pac man how in the ***** do you think we gon do that man?
Ridin round old national on 18s without no gat man
Im strapped man & ready to bust on any nigga like that man
Me & my nigga we roll together like batman & robin
We prayed together through hard times
And swung hard when it was fitting
But now we tappin the brakes from all them corners
That we be bending in volkswagens & bonnevilles
Chevrolets and coupe de villes
If you aint got no rims nigga dont get no wood grain
Steering wheel for real you can go on chill out & still build
Let your paper stack instead of going into overkill
Pay ya *****in beeper bill *****
[hook]
[dre]
Twice upon a time there was a boy who died twice
And lived happily ever after but thats another chapter
Live from home of the brave with dirty dollars
& beauty parlors & baby bottles & bowling ball impalas
& street scholars thats majoring in culinary arts
You know how to work bread cheese & dough
From scratch but see the catch is you can get caught
Know what ya sellin what ya bought so cut that big talk
Lets walk to the bridge now meet me halfway
Now you may see some children dead off in the pathway
Its them poor babies walkin slowly to the candy lady
Its lookin 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 talkin 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? naw
So dont get caught in appearance
Its outkast aquemini another black experience okay
[hook]
[big boi]
The name is big boi daddy fat sax
The nigga that like them cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
cause these streets is where my folks at
Better know that some say we pro-black boy we professional
We missed a lot of church so the music is our confessional
Get off the testicles & the nut sacks
You bust a rhyme we bust back
Get get back for real niggas thats out here tryin to spit facts
You hear dat cant come near dat maybe you need to quit
Because aquemini is aquarius & gemini runnin shit like this
Yea yea yea yea
[dre]
My mind warps and bends floats the wind count to ten
Meet the twin andre ben. welcome to the lions den
Original skin many men comprehend
I extend myself so you go out & tell a friend
Sin all depends on what you believing in
Faith is what you make it thats the hardest shit since mc ren
Alien can blend right on in wit yo kin
Look again cause I swear I spot one every now & then
Its happenin again wish I could tell you when
Andre this is andre yall just gon have to make amends
[hook]

Outkast - B.o.b. - lyrics

[dre]
1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
In-slum-national, underground
Thunder pounds when i stomp the ground (woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when i leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, ano domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for livin - the fence is
Too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, i might just touch hell - hot!
Get a life, now they gon' sell
Then i might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some arm and hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma
Black cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for aids
Make a nigga wanna stay 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 thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe there's always mo', owwww!
Chorus: 2x
[dre] don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
{choir} bombs over baghdad!
[dre] yeah! ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
{choir} bombs over baghdad!
{dre} yeah! uhh-huh
[big boi]
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No d to-the u to-the g for you
Got a son on the way by the name of bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, +control+
Like janet, planets, stankonia's on ya
Movin like floyd comin' straight to florida
Lock all your windows then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, 'fore i cut your daughter
Yo quiero taco bell, then i hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to atl boi you better not hide
Cause the dungeon family gon' ride, hah!
Chorus: 2x
[dre] don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
{choir} bombs over baghdad!
[dre] yeah! ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
{choir} bombs over baghdad!
{dre} yeah! uhh-huh
{choir}
Bombs over baghdad! yeah
Bombs over baghdad! yeah
Bombs over baghdad! yeah
Bombs over baghdad! yeah
[dre]
B-i-g, b-o-i
An-an-andre
To the t-o-p
[dre and big boi]: 15x
Bob your head. rag top.
(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (gimme some)
{choir}: 23x
Po-wer music, electric revival

Outkast - ? - lyrics

[andre 3000]
Want can make a nigga wanna take another nigga life
What can make a nigga wanna do another nigga wife
Life a butter knife
What can make a nigga wanna get his body so high
That cant go to sleep, dont wanna eat
Pray to God that he dont do crack
What can make a nigga wanna cut a beauty queen raw
Feeling every drip drop she can generate imitate seesaws
What can make a nigga wanna fight a whole night club
Figure that he ought to maybe be a pimp simply cause he dont like love
What can make a nigga wanna achy, break all rules
In a book when it took a lot to get you hooked up to this volume
What can make a nigga wanna loose all faith in
Anything that he cant feel through his chest wit sensation

Outkast - A Life In The Day Of Benjamin André - lyrics

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 you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's 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, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose wasn't on the same page but in
The same book of life so I'd paged you when
I felt you that were getting off of work
Or either when you're on your way to school
We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
Just when I think I'm going down your shirt
You're 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
You'd dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggaz in this house up to something
Selling crack sack by sacks so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no it wasn't 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 niggaz with a blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I'm 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 you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied see you later when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac
My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack
Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop pop
So I got glock and a low jack
You 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 *****ed it up more follow me
Are you starting to gather what I'm getting at?
Now if I'm losing you tell me then I'll double back
But keep in mind, at the time keep it real was the phrase
Silly once 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 ain't a Kodak
Moment, on went myself and big boi
Well you knew him as Twan
That's right you were around before this shit begun
When Twan had a daughter and
Sort of was made to mature before the first tour
We hit the road like jack
Laughed and cried and drived it back with some Yak
Girls used to say, y'all talk funny, y'all from the islands?
And I'd Laughed and they just keep smiling
No, I'm from Atlanta baby
He from Savannah, maybe
We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down hey we
Got to go because the bus is pulling out in 30 minutes
She's playing tennis disturbing the tenants
15-love
Fit like glove
Description is like
15 doves
In a Jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost
Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree?
Enough about me
How's about you?
How's the lil' kid?
She was about 2 the last time we spoke
I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink
Cause I'd start the 2nd album off on another note
Now, that note threw some niggaz in the hood off
But see I'd balled out, and before I fall out
I'd Slow my Lac down to a nice speed
The brain is 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 release 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
I'd meet muslims, ganstas, *****es, rastas, and macoroni niggaz - imposters
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 dredz 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 and on Badu
Call Tyrone on the phone why you
Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
The song wasn't about me and that ain't my name
We're young, in love, in short we had fun
No regrets no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do the language arts
Y'all stand against the wall blindfolded me throw the darts
To poke you in the heart
And take you from the start
To one luxury transportation and a Marta card
Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays
Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she's smart
Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
And he sells you that rabbit that's 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 that's all you can think about
..And that's as far as I got
[Dialogue]
And that's as far as I got, and where I wanted to go
knowing the whole time that's all you could think about
even though if you cut it off and start that ***** up
you need a jump like you'll need in your rump to grow
and you change all the time so that rabbit that you thought about
that whole summer, the next summer you didn't want that rabbit no more
you wanted something bigger and better
So the summer past and the rabbit is old?
Right, right, so now you want a Cadillac...

Outkast - 13th Floor/growing Old - lyrics

Intro: big rube
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?
Foolin ourself, clownin ourself, playin ourself
By not bein ourself
We cant babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we cant get our 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 up on deception of time all of revelations
And recognize this mind on the 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...
(my memories of yesterday...)
Cut and scratched: ninety-six gonna be that year...
Verse one: andre
I bet you never heard of a playa with no game
Told the truth to get what I want but shot it with no shame
Take this music dead serious while others entertain
I see they makin they paper so I guess I cant complain... or can i?
I feel they disrespectin the whole thang
Them hooks like sellin dope to black folks
And I choke when the food they serve aint tastin right
My stomach cant digest it even when I bless it
Im confessin one mo 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 niggaz surpassed the flow
And got down for ours like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
While my close niggaz laugh at
The southern slang, figure ways and mojo chicken wangs
I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang
So go head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by afrikan bambaata, so you and your potnah
Gather your thoughts
Musical interlude: debra killings
(somethings gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness come from 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...)
Verse two: big boi
Uhh, born antwan patton but my potnahs they call me big boi
Its the nigga the b-i-g, be speakin the truth not talkin that shit boi
Im thinkin of checkin my traps and bustin my raps and throwin them craps
Seven-eleven is no convenience, you pumpin your gas, theyre watchin yo back
For the robbin crew, thinkin they robbin you, you must be cautious
To stand up on yo game and pimpin these crows you must be flawless
Like mortal kombat, but *****in these wombats got you dizzy
My nigga you know of I wanna be playin but runnin up on me like you miss me
You catchin the wrong vibe, packin yo shit and rollin yo eyes back
Flexin up on the corner tossin your dice and rollin your cadillac
But man it seems Im reachin out and touchin the wrong nigga
Dont expect me to be pimpin get your index off the trigger
As we bust, us, we leavin em in the dust
So keep that clean up out of your nose I said my piece and then I hush
As the candidate keeps flippin... niggaz dippin...
Musical interlude
Verse three: andre, big boi
I really be love it we are gathered to life
So pissed to lather we come clean
Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean
Oh like liberty bells yes them bullets keep on rangin
On fire like the georgia mass choir we keep on sangin
Bringin our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get green
Light and we 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 carin
Im speakin about you playin with that phony stuff you sharin
In your raps mercedes benz and all your riches
Thinkin you got it, but get it get it, but you aint pimpin no *****es
Cause you flaw, in, fallin like leaves into driveways
Isnt it lovely smokin good and sloppy head on highways
Fridays are tight but saturday just makes it old
When tonights are hot warm enough to feed your soul
Growing old
Musical interlude 2x
(96 gonna be that year...)
(like memories of yesterday...)
*voice of andre fades in*
See all them leaves must fall down, growin old
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Trees bright and green turn yellow brown
Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin old
(repeat 3x)

Outkast - Ain't No Thang - lyrics

[dre]
A nigga ready from the get go(blowe, blowe, blowe)
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 *****in with youse 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
***** footin around dont be gettin yall nowhere but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die
By gettin blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do, but naw (naw, naw)
I take that back, thats my problem
Turnin and walkin away, this aint gon work when they be robbin
As long as big bois still livin, never standin by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Chorus(2x)
Aint no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the dungeon with the mary jane
Its just a pimps(players), mack daddies(east point)
Its all about that ses in yo chest(its the joint)
[big boi]
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, its the
Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch
I used to sell dope, but in 1994
Im makin southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin
About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens
She had me makin better grades to make a better life
But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright
I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit
I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah
It was so hard to say goodbye, 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, ya big enough nuts, retreat
Im ready to wet em up like cereal
Just an international playa, comin through your stereo
Chorus(2x):
[dre]
3-5-7 to your fohead, therell be mo dead
Cause ima pro, kid
But lord forgive me, I gots to keep my milli right vi-near me
My nine be doin fine until these niggaz wants to clear me off my street
But in my hood hood, they hollerin 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 niggaz dandy
They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me
Trippin with that drama, my berettas right beside me
One is in the air and one is the chamber
Yall ask me what the ***** Im doin, Im releasin anger
Quick to dodge danger, Im takin 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, *****
Just let you know, yeah
Chorus(2x):
[big boi]
Its on my friend, on the road again, Im travelin
No more than 65 on 85 off in my cadillac
I got that nigga dre, he ridin shotgun
And got my pump under my seat,
In case these yougstas wanna have some fun
Id do it if I have to,
Bustin caps with this a heat and load it clip up after clip
Im packin my gauge, if I feel it
The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers
So how do you figure that big boi be scared to blast ya
You posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail em faster
1-2-3, you need to think about the future
Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead
From my hollow tips, Ill send you to an early grave
You *****in 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 lettin loose my last clip
Ima kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin pistol whipped
You know thats how I do, you know thats how I do
Chorus(2x)
Yeah and it dont stop and it dont quit, to the mother*****in..
Organized noize, pa, goodie mob, big gipp and all the niggaz
Around the east pointe way
College park is really on the map
We comin around atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped
With the mutha*****in guns and the mother*****in glocks
Steady is the gas nigga, dont fear it and it dont stop

Outkast - Bamboo (Interlude) - lyrics

ready to set this ***** off?
Yeah
alright, you got to step,close to the mic
gotta put the headphones on..
you gotta speak into the microphone
say it..
huh?
say something
okay
what are you..? i thought you were going to rap?
ill ra rap
wait wait wait
you got to let them know what your name is
wha...
whats your name?
bamboo
whats your name?
bamboo
no you got to speak into the mic
bamBOO!!
that right let them know
and what you, what you come in here for the booz to do?
rap
came to do what?
coming to rap!
thats right, rap
what you going to rap?
in the whole world
a'ight, thats your jam
a'ight, ready?
yeah
sing it
in the whole world nah nah nah nah nah
get down bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da
in the whole world na bah da bah da
get down bah bah-da, bah bah bah bah
yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
and what else you got to say
...michael jackson
michael jackson? not on my record you ain't singin' about michael jackson..
ready?
go ahead
ready?
say it in the mic
asaiah motha *****a!
haha nah, i ain't say him to say that
thats right lets do it baby
hehehe haha
ahh you did it, gimme five!
the boo! yeah!

Outkast - Behold A Lady - lyrics

[Andre 3000]
Sophistophone {?}, aristocats
Distinguished stars, clean up your acts
Pull up your pants, ladies and gents
Please, act like you got some sense
You know what I really wanna know?
Where do all the good girls go
What clubs they hang in?
[Chorus]
Behold a lady
I see you standin' on the wall
Clap, clap... you deserve it all [Repeat]
[Ad libs]
Candy-coated unicorns are quite hard to find
The classic lady, a rare breed indeed
Is that make and model discontinued?
[Verse 1]
Today I might snow, tomorrow I'll rain
3000's always changing but you stay the same
And I need that, hey I need that (in my life)
When I feel washed up and inadequate
And throw all my songs away, no matter how mad I get
You make me smile, you make me smile
You make me smile, you make me... (Hoooooooo!)
You're the anchor that holds me down
When my ship is sinking
You won't let me drown and I'm grateful
(Awwaww Awwawwawwawwawwwwawww!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yo' mama's old fashioned, yo' daddy don't play
You'll always be this lovely
'Cause they raised you that way
Hallelujah! Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
You're not extra, you're so plain Jane
The yin to my yang, darlin'
You've got that thang and you know it
But yet you don't and that's what's so cool
You don't say too much, but when you do it's profound
In the street you hold your head high
At home you get low down for me
(Can't get no lower, can't get no lower, can't get no lower, yeah!)
Hooo! You're the anchor that holds me down
When my ship is sinking, you won't let me drown (Aaaaaaahh!)
(Ad libs)
Sad, but one day our kids will have to visit museums
To see what a lady looks like
So if you find one, I beg you, hold her tight
If you spot one, good sir, treat her right
This is Benjamin Andre signing off
Thanks a million
Good luck and goodnight
[Chorus 2x]

Outkast - Art Of Storytellin - lyrics

yea
somebody hit me the other day for a rendezvous
was it the ***** that *****ed to Goodie and the Dungen Crew
lets say her name was suzy screw cuz she SCREWED alot
makin a nigga hit that chonk, at ligitimate spots
not no parks, backseats, or things of that nature
had to hate ya playa, im dickin the hoe down never said i paid her
straight laid her, slayed the ***** like Darth Vader, made her
from College Park and Fayetter, all the way dont to Decatur
like jada, her wig was sharp and sporty, that was shorty
safe as a snake on eggs in a beamer 840
its foggy, i went to the crib to call her but she lost me
my baby mamma beeped 7 oclock its gonna cost me
bit i still wanna cut her tho, maybe she had to work
caught her at the mall, wearin a real tight skirt
she was fine as ***** i wanted to sex the hoe up
she said "lets hit the parkin lot so i can sick your duck"
i said "cool i really wanted to cut you but this'll do,
i gotta pick up my daughter cuz my baby mamma beeped me too"
she said she understood then everythin was kosher
i gave her a lil will Cd and a *****in poster
its like that now
its like that now
you better go get the hump up out your back now
its about 4 5 cats off in my 'Lac now
we just shoot game in the form of story rap now
*(yeah)*
its like that now, its like that now
{andre}
now suzy skrew had a parna named sasha *(sasha)* thumper *(thumper)*
i remember her # like the summer
when her and suzy yea they thre a slumber --party
but you can not call it that cuz it was slummer
well it was more like spend the night
3 in the mornin yawnin dancin under street lights
we chillin like a villian and a nigga feelin right
in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
all of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above
*(awww man)* talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up
i said "what you wanna be?" she said "alive" *(hmm)*
it made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes
i coulda died, time went on, i got grown
rhyme got strong, mind got blown, i came back home
to find lil sasha was gone
her mamma said she w/ a nigga that be treatin her wrong
i kept on singin my song and hopin at a show
i would one day see her standin in the front row
but 2 weeks later she got found in the back of a school
w/a needle in her arm, baby 2 months due, Sasha Thumper
its like that now
you better go get the hump up out your back now
its about 4 5 cats off in my 'Lac now
we just shoot game in the form of story rap now
*(yeah)*
its like that now, its like that now
its like that now
you better go get the hump up out your back now
its about 4 5 cats off in my 'Lac now
we just shoot game in the form of story rap now
*(yeah)*
its like that now, its like that now
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