MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
outkast - hey ya!
One, two, three, uh!
My baby don't mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know for sure.
Uh, But does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me
Walk out the door
Don't try to fight the feelin'
'Cause the thought alone is killing me right now
Uh, thank god for mom and dad
For sticking two together
'Cause we don't know how UH!
Hey ya, Hey ya
Hey ya, Hey ya
Hey ya, Hey ya
Hey ya, Hey ya
You think you've got it
Oh, you think you've got it
But got it just don't get it
'Til there's nothing at all
We get together Oh, we get together
But separate's always better when there's 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 you, why you
Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial
When we know we're not happy here
Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance
Hey ya (OH OH) Hey ya (OH OH)
Hey ya (Don't want to meet your daddy, OH OH)
Hey ya (Just want you in my Caddy OH OH)
Hey ya (OH OH, don't want to meet yo' mama OH OH)
Hey ya (Just want to make you cumma OH OH)
Hey ya (I'm, OH OH I'm, OH OH)
Hey ya (I'm just being honest OH OH, I'm just being honest)
Hey, alright now
Alright now fellas yeah!
Now what's cooler than bein' cool?
(ICE COLD!) I can't hear ya'
I say what's, what's cooler than bein' cool?
(ICE COLD!) Whooo
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright
OK now ladies (yeah!)
Now we gon' break this thing down in just a few seconds
Now don't have me to break this thing down for nothing
Now I wanna see y'all on your baddest behavior
Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor
Uh!Here we go know
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (oh oh)
Shake it, shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake it (oh oh)
Shake it, shake it like a Polaroid Picture, shake it, shake it
Shh you got to, shake it, shh shake it, shake it, got to shake it
(Shake it sugar) shake it like a Polaroid Picture
Now all Beyoncé's and Lucy Liu's
And baby dolls, get on the floor
(Get on the floor)
You know what to do
You know what to do
You know what to do!
Hey ya (OH OH) Hey ya (OH OH)
Hey ya (OH OH) Hey ya (Uh oh, Hey ya)
Hey ya (OH OH) Hey ya (Uh, uh, OH OH)
Hey ya (OH OH) Hey ya (OH OH
outkast - ms jackson
[Andre]
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas,mamas...
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
Chorus:
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apoligize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apoligize a trillion times
[Big Boi]
A baby drama mama, don't like me
She doing things like havin her boys some from her neighborhood
To the studio tryin to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her biteout
That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I'll pay that
I love your mom and everything, see I aint the one who laiddown
She wanna rip you up started cussin you all, my lawyer staydown
She never got to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fifths out, cookouts, on my child's birthday I aintinvited
Despite it, show her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah
Chorus:
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
[Andre]
Me and you daughter
Got a special thing going on
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
Hope that we feel this
Feel this way forever
You can plan a pretty picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson
Ten times out of nine, now if I'm blind fine
The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream
Bout that crib with the goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever?
Forever never seems that long until your grown
And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abracadabra off to Sata
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he
Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one can't be, mad
So just know that everything is cool
Yes I will be present on the first day of school, andgraduation
Chorus:
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
[Big Boi]
Uh, uh, yeah "Look at the way he treats me," shit, look at theway you treat me
See your lil nose ass homegirls got they ass in the creek G
Without a pad on, you left the straddlin, ride this thing onout
And the union girl aint speakin no more cuz my dick all in hermouth
Know what I'm talking about, jealousy, and fedelity, envy
Cheating, beating, and to the G's they be the same thing
So who you placing the blame on, you keep singing the same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your mama
Chorus:
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion time
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
outkast - roses
[Versp Um - Andre 3000]
Caroline! Caroline!
All the guys would say she's mighty fine
But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time
And the other half either got you cursed out, or coming up short
Yeah, now dig this, even though
You'd 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, yeah!
[Refrao- 2x]
I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See that roses really smell like poo-poo
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo
[Verso Dois - Andre 3000]
Caroline! See she's the reason for the word "bitch"
I hope she's speeding on the way to the club
Trying to hurry up to get to some
Baller or singer or somebody like that
And try to put on her makeup in the mirror
And crash, crash, crash.. into a ditch! (Just Playing!)
She needs a golden calculator to divide
The time it takes to look inside and realize that
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!
[Refrao]
[Verso Tres]
Well she's got a hotty body, but her attitude is potty
When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty
I said "Would you call me?"
She said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?"
I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursing"
Oh so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts
But game been peeped, dropping names she's weak
Trickin' off this bitch is lost
Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat
A neat place sleep, a rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat
Now go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless
Regardless, we don't want to get involved with no lawyers
And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom
I wanna see ya support bra not support you!
[Refrão 2x]
Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasin' cars
What happens when the dough get so low
Bitch, you ain't that fine
No way.. no way.. no way
[2x]
Crazy bitch
Bitch, stupid ass bitch
Old punk ass bitch, old dumbass bitch
A bitch's bitch, just a bitch
outkast - the way you move
Boom, boom, boom
Heh, heh
Big Boi:
Ready for action, nip it in the butt
We never relaxin', Outkast is everlastin'
Not clashin', not at all but see my n***a went to do a littleacting
Now that's for anyone askin' give me one pass 'em
Drip drip drop there goes an eargasm
Now you cumin' out the side of your face
We tapping right into your memory banks (Thanks!)
So flickle the tickle let's see your seat belt fastened
Trunk rattlin' like two midgets in the back seat wrasling
Speakerbox vibrate the tank, make it sound like aluminum cans inthe back
But I know y'all wanted the 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass
But I know y'all wanted the 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass
CHORUS
I like the waaaay you move
I like the waaaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaaay you move
I love the way, I love the way
I love the waaaay you move
I love the waaaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaaay you move
I love the way, I love the way
Big Boi:
Then the whole room fell silent (Shhhhh!)
The girls all pause with glee, turning left turning right hardlylooking at me
But I was looking at them, there, there on the dance floor
Now they got me in the middle feeling like a man wh***
Specially the big gurl, big gurls need love too nodiscrimination
So keep your hands off my cheeks, and let me study how you ridethe beat
You big freak!
Skinny, slim women got the ghetto within them
You can f*** them, lift them, bend them, give them something toremember
Hail out timber when you fall through the chop shop
Take a deep breath and exhale your ex male friend, boyfriend wasboring as hell
Now let me listen to the stories you tell and we can make moveslike a person in jail
On the loco
CHORUS
Sleepy Brown:
Heeeey baby, girl don't you stop
Come on baby dance on the top of me
You so fine (you so fine) you so fine
You drive me outta my mind (my mind, outta my mind!) Oooh
If I could I would, just be with yooou baaaaby
Ooooooooh ?Cause you like me and excite me and you know you gottaleave baby!!
Oooooo!
I like the waaay you move (I like the way you move)
I like the waaay you move (Ooo you so sexy baaby!) (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaay you move
I love the way, I love the way (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaay you move (I like the way you move)
I love the waay you move (Ooo you so sexy baaby!) (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaay you move
I love the way, I love the way
I like the waaay you move
I like the waaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaay you move
I love the way, I love the way
I love the waaay you move
I love the waaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaay you move
I love the way, I love the way
outkast - land of a million drums
[Chorus]
In the land of a million drums
there is always something going on, on, on, on
If you can't locate your thought off
might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home
[Big Boi]
In the land of a million drums
I catch a pattern that spit rings around you like Saturn
Intergalatic tracks I make 'em like magstrulium
This one for scooby, pass the doobie imma do me one, do me one
Only you clean over
I pick up the mic and rock it while I'm sober
For the rated G exposure if you listen what I'm tryin to told ya
We fathers with seeds of our own
We're talkin about sons and daughters boy, not roots and clones
Now that the theory gone wrong
An embryo with no soul
Stuck in this green mini-van with my lungs in a chokehold
Shaggy pass the boombastic
Daphne said don't do that
Freaky Fred smashed the gas and slammed us into traffic
Now Scrappy wanna box and throw them bows
so I had to sic the pitbull on him before he could pass one blow
Scooby-doo, scooby-doo, scooby damn doo, scooby doo (Scooby doobie doo)
[Chorus]
[Killer Mike]
Woke up from a long night of hanging out with Shaggy
Oh no, lost my last baggy of scoobie snackies
Shaggy wake up, we've been had
Our scooby snacks they got the whole stash
He said, who who, I don't have a clue
I suspect the thirteen ghosts of Scoobie Doo
Call Vincent Price up on the Nextel
Tell him to send another package right through the mail
In the meantime, I'mma call Velma to tell her
To get the Mystery Machine ready
I'm two-wayin Daphne and Freddy
Me and Shaggy dressed in all black, strapped
Dippin through the flash tryin to get our stash back
Roundin up suspects, collection' clues
I got a question, where the hell is Scooby Doo when you need em?
The hound's only found when you feed him
In fact he probably got my sack
Tell him holler back
[Chorus]
[Andre 3000]
Break it down, break it down baby 'til the flow jumps off the ground
Ooo break it down lookin' over yonder til the walls come tumblin down
Ooo, yes lord y'ain't gotta tell me two times but you know I know
Ooo, break it down, break it down baby 'cuz I want y'all all to know
We rock the world
[Chorus]
I coulda got away with it, if it wasn't for ya meddlin kids
(oh oh, oh no) [Til' music ends]
outkast - so fresh, so clean
OutKast - So Fresh, So Clean
Chorus:
Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so
clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so
clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
(Big Boi)
Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte
Carlo's
And El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber
feeling like Ralo
So follow it's your time at the Apollo
Minus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a
leopard-print
Teddy Pender-grass cooler than Freddie Jackson
Sippin a milkshake in a snowstorm
Left my throat warm in the dorm room at the AU
We do hey you And might do some cake too
But you must have me mistaken with them statements
that you make
Cause
Chorus
(Andre 3000)
Canary yellow seven house of business on display
My nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims
today
So a nigga can ride out to the colorful hideout
I'ma show you how to wild out like Jack Trippa
Let me be bambino on your snippas
YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard
When I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold ya
Like Noah I get crews to choose and you get pretty
deep
But i'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be
there for me
Cause
Chorus
(Andre 3000)
Those huge baby eyes get to runnin off at they mouth
Tellin me everything that's on yo nasty mind
They say your malnutrition in need of vitamin D
And inviting me to that tingle in yo spine
I love who you are love who ya ain't you so Anne Frank
Let's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks
With change and no chains and whips I do suck lips
Till hips jerk and double time the boy next door's a
freak
Ha Ha
Chorus
(And we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the
planet
(In my mind ...) the sky is fallin ain't no need to
panic
(But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic
(Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic
(repeat)
Chorus 2x
outkast - rosa parks
{Chorus}
Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and skrump wit us
We da type of people make da club get crunk
{BIG BOI}
Many a day has passed, the night has gone by
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We taking another route to represent the Dungeon family
Like Grade A, me and and my nigga decide to take the back way
We stabbin every city when we headed to that bat cave
A-T-I, Georgia, what we do for ya
Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas
Boy you soundin silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty
Doin doughnuts round you suckas like them circles around tittiesDAMN we
committee gone burn it down
But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now
{Chorus} x2
{ANDRE BENJAMIN}
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game
To simulate then activate the left and right brain
Said baby boy you're only funky as your last cut
You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what
Thats one to live by or either that one to die to
I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure
Andre, got to her station heres my destination
She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head forhours
Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group aint commin witit
But im witcha you cause you problay 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 theflawsky-wasky
Awfully sad and its costly but thats all shit
And I hope I never have to float in that boat
Up shits creek its week is the last quote
That I want to hear when Im goin down when all's said and done
And we got a new joe in town
When the record playa get skippin and slowin down
All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown, but untilthen..
{Chorus} x2
{Hermonicas}
(uhh huh uh huh baba yea yea) x10
outkast - speedballin
Heyy-yo, heyy-yo, we speedballin...
[Andre 3000]
Livin by the grace of God
At the pace of the Devil life is hard, we speedballin
With no time to waste
The trouble tends to weeble wobble over the base, we speedballin
Nose wanna blow out steam
So make some fuckin noise if you know what I mean, we
speedballin HA
But if you don't you won't
You'll end up in your trouble while the fury of funk, we
speedballin
Uhh, uhh, yeah sucka we're speedballin ballin ballin ballin
Yeah, uhh, we speedballin ballin ballin
Uhh, yeah we speedballin ballin ballin
Uhh, uhh uhh, yeah we speedballin
ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Ballin ballin uhh, we speedballin
Yeah, WOOO! Yeah, uhh
Mama think I'm on that blow
Cause anything over marijuana fa sho, we speedballin, huh
If I could just come down
But when I do come down I don't like how it sound, we
speedballin, HOO
The pitcher all on the mound
Thowin fastballs with a curve, the nerve of speedballin, HA
Some niggaz serve to live
Some niggaz live to serve not a fuck who they give, we
speeballin, HA
HA, yeah, woo we speedballin ballin
Yeah, can y'all feel that? Uhh we speedballin ballin ballin
HA, c'mon! Yeah we speedballin what?
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
My God, my heart, my start, my saviour, my soul
My end, my friend, my sin now when can I go?
If you can hear me now then make me move
Stank-ya, I like it like that, I'm in yo' groove
Yeah! Yeah! Entire world, UHH!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! De-caaaaaaaaa-turrrrr, WOO we speedballin
Uhh, yeah, yeah, A.T.L!
Uhh, yeah, New York we speedballin ballin ballin
WOO, yeah, uh uhh we speedballin
L.Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Woo, woo we speedballin
Woo, woo woo, woo, woo woo, uh uh uh uh we speedballin
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Yeah yeah woo woo we speedballin
What? Ha, what? Woo woo, we speedballin
Hoo-ver, can't rock and roll no more
Hoo-ver, can't rock and roll no more
Hoo-ver, can't rock and roll no more
Hoo-ver, can't rock and roll no more
[Big Boi]
Nigga wanna think these boys don't blow
Hoe you see them snortin them coke
Chaos still don't give you a hoe
Maybe you think the music is low
Maybe you say, the niggaz is wack
If he asks, want some crack
If you do that, you never come back
Back to life, reality black
Pump pump pump pump pump the brakes
Analyze shit got down to stakes
Take a shortcut tryin to win the race
Whatchu gonna do when you step in the place?
At a player's place, nigga takin my time
What he gon' say when I freak the rhyme?
How you gon' deal when's it heat tonight?
Buck buck buck nigga on the run
Niggafied cause we still on the grind in the trap for the dope
boys
Speedballin freefallin in my own moon and my own zone
Boy life is short gonna suck it up
Arsty-fartsy nigga fuck it up
Down in the trenches, press your luck
Assed out like you ain't no butt, nigga what?
My soul is burnin, about to catch fire!
I'm overheated, about to catch fire-hah!
I can't help myself, I'm on fire!
Ha ha ha ha
My soul is burnin, about to catch fire!
I'm overheated, about to catch fire-hah!
I can't help myself, I'm on fire! I'm on fire!
Ahh good God!
My soul is burnin, about to catch fire!
I'm overheated, about to catch fire-hah!
I can't help myself, I'm on fire!
..Ah good Lord, my soul is burnin, about to catch fire!
I'm overheated, about to catch fire-hah!
I can't help myself, I'm on fire!
I'm on fire! {*music fades out*}
outkast - 13th floor/growing old
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 can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat
While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
look at the picture that's painted
Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point
where Sodomites get all the rights
We fall for fights with fisticuffs
Get pissed enough to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on 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 don't 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 can't 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 ain't tastin right
My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it
I'm confessin one mo' lesson from the South we in the house
tonight
Now 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
(Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way
Like memories of yesterday...)
Verse Two: Big Boi
Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my potnahs they call me Big Boi
It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin the truth not talkin that
shit boi
I'm thinkin of checkin my traps and bustin my raps and throwin
them craps
Seven-eleven is no convenience, you pumpin your gas, they're
watchin yo' back
For the robbin crew, thinkin they robbin you, you must be
cautious
To stand up on yo' game and pimpin these crows you must be
flawless
Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin these wombats got you dizzy
My nigga you know of I wanna be playin but runnin up on me like
you miss me
You catchin the wrong vibe, packin yo' shit and rollin yo' eyes
back
Flexin up on the corner tossin your dice and rollin your
Cadillac
But man it seems I'm reachin out and touchin the wrong nigga
Don't expect 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 ain't gon' stop until we hit the big screen
Psych because no one is free when others are oppressed
So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest
Growing old
Like some eagles, people don't understand
Just like their parents don't be carin
I'm speakin about you playin with that phony stuff you sharin
in your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches
Thinkin you got it, but get it get it, but you ain't pimpin no
bitches
Cause you flaw, in, fallin like leaves into driveways
Isn't it lovely smokin good and sloppy head on highways
Friday's are tight but Saturday just makes it old
When tonight's 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 - gangsta shit
[Big Boi]
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm 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
[Hook]
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 click
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
[Big Boi]
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-double O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and
Dickies
It's 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 ths is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up find Jerome,
ya guh gune give you grief at home
Just tell her these hoez wanna be on the same team that she's
layin on
[Hook]
[C-Bone]
Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough
When beef come areound can't let it go
When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't 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
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what's up
It's T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve
It like it ain't 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 click, just pulled a lick
Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit
[Slimm Calhoun]
Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber
bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw
triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop them hoez and then you skate, ack to the block wit the
deflate
Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake
A young nigga holdin big face foldin
Pimps are known for catching runaways
A good hustler's 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
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain danling, y'all know that i'm form C.P
[Hook]
[Andre 3000]
Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard
Harder than a nigga trying to impress God
We'll pull your're 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 I'm eating their verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat
As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself
If it's for the wealth i'll stop, well put i like this
It's 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 learn to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, 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, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe
route
Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta shit
outkast - this is your life
and you open the door and you step inside
we're inside our hearts.
now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light.
that's right,
feel your pain, the pain itself,
it's a white ball of healing light.
I don't think so.
this is your life.
good to the last drop,
doesn't get any better than this.
this is your life,
and it's ending one minute at a time.
this isn't a seminar
and this isn't a weekend retreat.
where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like.
only after disaster can we be resurrected.
it's only after you have lost everything that you
are free to do anything.
nothing is static, everything is appalling,
everything is falling apart.
this is your life (repeat)
it doesn't get any better than this.
this is your life (repeat)
and it's ending one minute at a time.
you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
you are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
we are all a part of the same compost heap,
we are the all-singing,
all-dancing crap of the world.
you are not your bank account,
you are not the clothes you wear.
you are not the contents of your wallet.
you are not your bowel cancer.
you are not your Grande Latte.
you are not the car you drive.
you are not your fucking khakis.
you have to give up,
you have to give up.
you have to realize that someday you will die,
until you know that you are useless.
I say let me never be complete.
I say may I never be content.
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture!
I say deliver me from clever art.
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth.
I say you have to give up.
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may.
this is your life (repeat)
it doesn't get any better than this.
this is your life (repeat)
and it's ending one minute at a time.
you have to give up.
you have to give up.
(in the background you can hear tyler durden shouting I want you to hit me as hard as you can!)
welcome to fight club,
if this is your first night, you have to fight.
outkast - club donkey ass
outkast - hootie hoo
[Big Boi]
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
Goin out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'llac
Ah suki, suki
All day and day, any day, every damn day
I be thinkin about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper
Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws I'm after
I'm just a Southernplayalistic pimp
I used to slang a fat rock, but now I'm servin hemp
I never even smoked a gram of crack, but yo I'm dope
Mo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky cause it's on
So each one, teach one, I be claimin 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 niggaz, 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
chorus:
Hootie Hoo
Tight like hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hootie Hoo
Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)
[Andre Benjamin]
Now playin these bitches is my favorite sport
But ain't no game when they be callin your name in the court
Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright
Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight
That it's bustin out the seems, yes sir, I'm set
Oh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jet
Hops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light(Hootie Hoo)
Communication device dun went off twice
Should I answer the call, yes, I'm mackin 'em all
We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's Ball
Well, it's Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll 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, fallin down like niggaz 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
Talkin 'bout her period late, guess what I did
Click
Naw, it couldn't be me. Not me
chorus(2X)
[Big Boi]
Uh, well you know we gettin blizzard cuz we got that chicken
gizzard
In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggaz can't cope with
it
So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop
From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park
So got on Martino, it's Outkast for the 94 era
You heard the player's call, we takin it to another level
So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martel
And you may go to hell
[Andre Benjamin]
Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is
It's that Southern ses in your chest that is
One mo' gen for my friend who don't take
No bullshit from no bitch who is stank
I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will make you
Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you
Down like some bo-los, you can throw those
Head, til I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes
Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit
But if you fall in this category, then youse a bitch
chorus(4X)
outkast - bob
1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soaken' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin' jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell
HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby m¨¢ma
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for days
Get back home, things are wrong
We're not really able to spend all alone
before he left, (?), to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breath,
believe there's always more
Ahhhhh!
Chorus: 2X
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
{Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh
[Big Boi]
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boy and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair dime out of dusty coal
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
A movin' like floor commin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to A-town well you better not hide
cause the Dungeon Family gonna ride
Hah!
Chorus: 2X
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
{Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh
{Choir}
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
[Dre]
B-I-G, B-O-I
An-An-Andre
To the T-O-P
[Dre and Big Boi]: 15X
Bob your head. Rag top.
(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)
{Choir}: 23X
Bible music. Electric revival
outkast - you may die
Navem nu, cuando sol
Tutu nu, vondo nos nu
Vita em, no continous non
Nos nu ekta nos sepe ta, amen
You can be sure
Some will owe to get high
you may hurt till you cry
You may die... (you may die)
Keep on trying (keep on trying)
Till it's summer, in the city
Till it's summer, in the city
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