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OUTKAST lyrics - Aquemini

SpottieOttieDopalicious

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(feat. Patrick Brown) [Hook] Damn damn damn James [Pat Brown] Dickie shorts & Lincoln's clean leanin' checking out the scene Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit Nigga where you wanna go You know the club don't close 'til four let's party 'til we can't no more Watch out here come the folks [Dre] As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-tech nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA via Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot where young men & young women go to experience they first li'l taste of the nightlife Me Well I've never been there, well perhaps once But I was so engulfed in the Old 'E' I never made it to the door you speak of hard core while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems and the troubles of the day While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear competing with 'Set it Off,' in the right But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it 'Hey hey look baby they playin' our song' And the crowd goes wild as if Holyfield has just won the fight But in actuality it's only about 3 A.M. and three niggas just don' got hauled off in the ambulance [sliced up] two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham] and one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout 'Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court' It's just my interpretation of the situation [Hook] [Big Boi] When I first met my SpottieOttieDopalicious Angel I can remember that damn thing like yesterday The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair I walked up on her & was almost paralyzed her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a nigga felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential My heart was beating so damn fast never knowing this moment would bring another life into this world Funny how shit come together sometimes [ya dig] One moment you frequent the booty clubs & the next four years you & somebody's daughter raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang that's if you're on top of your game and man enough to handle real life situations [that is] Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money might not always be sufficient but the United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss So now you back in the trap just that, trapped Go on and marinate on that for a minute

Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Freddie Foxxx "Industry Shakedown"
Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga that get raw like me Gun in your face, put niggas on the floor like me Who go to war like me? Flip a whore like me? Put the squeeze on rap competitors like me Get less and make more like me Hunt a nigga down like the Predator like me Keep the Macs in the drawer like me How many niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me? It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever My endevor is to smash you punk motherfuckers I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul niggas Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told niggas I'm still ripping with this timeless shit While you niggas spit that offbeat rhyming shit My life is full of hard times and shit So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and crime and shit Who got the hardest MC style ever created? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin' Freddie Foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging I get it everywhere that I go, thug loving Cause it's fatter than Star Jones and Rosie Huggins I've been lyrically inclined since I thought about a rhyme Plus I knew the only thing I couldn't kill was time So I started a long ten-year climb doing mine While them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay behind Bum bit, I spit the flames til the mic's set afire I'm a fighter not a crier, don't care who you hire Kill your street team, burn your flyers Niggas need Jacoby Meyers for being liers, now feel me Calling major labels, tell 'em Bumpy Knuckles is in town Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em down It's the king of the underground sound, get ready for the Industry Shakedown Yo Pete, break it down Who got the hardest MC style ever created? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Yo get the fuck up out my face, B, I'm an MC Not some fake-ass rapper kissing ass at the Gavin Asking how can he be down, I make impact Like the four-pound slug ripping through a nigga cap I guarantee that, now here's a fact Niggas ain't selling records, let alone a key of crack You stare at me too long, B, your ice grill will melt down to water And I check you like I check my daughter Now turn it up, it's the pit amongst mutts, huh, I'm off the chain Off the pen or off the brain, I bring it to you niggas Like I'm fucking insane, huh, you heard it pop Now you snitching like Colin Fergueson at Comstock You ain't a thug, B, I'm rougher than rugby The real niggas tolerate you, but the thugs love me Bitches in every city want to hug me A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me Who got the hardest MC style ever created? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)

Lollipop

LL COOL J "10"
Uhh, yeah.. mmm, c'mon You know how long I've been waiting for this Mmm, you know how bad I want this (mmm, mmm, mmm) [Chorus: Girl + (LL)] Kiss me from (uhh) head to toe (I will) Oooh baby, I love you so (c'mon) My sweet love, ain't gon' stop (uh) I'm gon' be, your lollipop (lollipop) Kiss me from, head to toe Oooh baby, I love you so (I know) My sweet love, ain't gon' stop I'm gon' be, your lollipop [LL Cool J] Lolli-lolli-pop-pop, boppin down the block-block I've been lovin you since junior high, ma you got Everything I need, everything I want You're the type of dime a real player wanna flaunt Lovin them lips and the shape of them hips When I see you in that whack brother's whip, I FLIP I hate your boyfriend, that cat is corny I kick it to you and I dare that clown to run up on me When nights are stormy I be thinkin about your pretty smile, gritty style But duke got you locked down like Riker's Isle I wanna break your man off, I can't control it, I'm a hater Especially, when your perfume lingers inside the elevator You're the one, the only one That I would beg, to give me some Playerism's for life, eternal flossin, proceed with caution Baby toss him, divorce him, let the boss in [Chorus w/ variations] [LL Cool J] So ballalistic, mystic, twisted In my dreams I kissed it, never missed it, I frisked it Searched it, worked it, lollipopped it and jerked it You followed, swallowed, scratch my back, baby burped it Red Passion, high fashion Nobody got to know I'm smashin, I'm sayin shorty Rock, Miss Thang, playin childish games Standin on the corner knowin damn well I wanna blaze Sweet get to it anywhere you like On the rooftop, at midnight The project stairs, I'll be there Runnin my fingers through your hair Anyway, the untouchable, magnetic Kissable loveable huggable energetic, call a medic Your man'll regret it, when I hit it I'm athletic Energize your thighs you'll recognize the size It's epidemic.. [Chorus w/ variations] [LL Cool J] When y'all alone in the Brooklyn brownstone Starin at the high ceiling, what a feeling Clothes peeling, finally you're double dealing I'm walkin, he's wheeling, it's unreal when You got the dime of your fantasies My lollipop ecstasy's on top of me Just like I thought, it's a small world after all I don't care if your neighbors hear us down the hall Make 'em jealous, what they gon' tell us If you don't tell your girls baby, I won't tell the fellas If you don't plea, I orchestrated icebergisms Visions of my lollipop's thick risen, for my wisdom Plop plop fizzdom, what I give them Make - yea baby, right there - my new anthem I love you baby, take it deep deep deep Deep deep deep, now go to sleep [Chorus w/ variations] [LL ad libs to end]

Play'n And Laugh'n

B.G. "Chopper City In The Ghetto"
[B.G.] I try to maintain keep my head straight But my surroundin' Niggas want half weight So what the fuck all I see iz niggas heads peeled I ain't got to many postive relatives people Try to tell me right from wrong but man I think I'm grown I ain't resepctin no nigga cuz my daddy gone I'm on my own so let me be the B.G. I'm gonna be Its an possiabilty I might see a key off Valence Street all I want is green in my hand I ain't gonna Say nothin' because shit doesn't always go as planned I'm gonna do what I do wit my hustlin cuz I know Somewhere out here they got a mill I'm gonna get it I ain't waitin on the bitch to come to me If that's the case I be waitin til eternity I'ma struggle and strive drink some wine Doin bad thas fine I got my hand on my nine You bests believe I'm goin to get mine You can take this to the bank nigga I'm gonna die tryin Chorus: B.G. Playa can't be played Playa niggas sittin around waitin on shit to happen but if ya want somethin do what ya got to do, Gee out chea and make yo shit come through playa [B.G.] I gots to get mine I'm out for me Nobody worryin' bout dis little B.G. I'm gonna get my hustle on I'm in it to win it I ain't my own Man sittin' round dependin' I'm The next Nigga to take care of me Thas weak I wouldn't be showin' responsibility I'm gonna handle my own weight wit my own skills Make my own mill backed up by The next nigga grill Build me an hand hand I'm gonna play it right To choices to rock the mic on my all night flight One way or another success is in my future If Ya talk stupid playa hatin' Im a mute ya I'm gonna struggle till I make it sustle till I make it I know I'm gonna make it because I'm Tru to the game No fakin' niggas wonderin why they Can't stop dis B.G. Standin 5'11 weighin 153 from the streets goin full speed To the stars nigga layin down raw smokin big phat cigars Nigga I got my hands on my nine I told ya Take this to the bank nigga I'm gonna die tryin Chorus [B.G.] Nigga I'm all bout da paper been a hustler for life Always lay down and get mine even if I got to hang all night It's like they got to wait for you, they got to wait for me If I got to bust in disgust I'm gonna provide for the B.G. I got this million dollar talent and it's all in my mind I'm gonna work it overtime, I gots to get mine I hit the block wit real niggas, block cock wit real niggas Goin' to the top wit real niggas you get chopped from real niggas I got skills for double platium I'm an habbit like dat I pack my gat wit nine put my mac for nine niggas flat on dey back Sellin crack for nine I'm tryin to make somethin Shake get a big break I ain't fake I got two choices rap or slang yay It's cool because i'm a real nigga all about da mail Get the scale weigh the yay got eleven for sale Belive I don't mind dyin' make a million I'm tryin stuck in the hood nigga out to get mine Chorus

Another Nigger In The Morgue

GETO BOYS "We Can't Be Stopped"
(Scarface) Let me get when I rock the...the..the... This shit ain't got no fuckin drums in it man Daym, wht don't you put some fuckin drums in the music So I can Get down to businees I think it's time I paid a little visit To my run down neighbourhood cemetry To tally up the people I buried 57, 58, 59, All layin' down in the same line You sorry motherfuckers couldn't handle me I done fucked up 17 families So bring it on if you wanna play Huh, make my motherfuckin' day Cause you'll be one dead motherfucker black I'ma put you ass on you back I won't play no games wit cha boy You'll just be one more nigger in the morgue Yeah I like that man That shit sounds kinda funky don't it Hahahaha, yo let me finish this freestyle tho man Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo It's gonna be a killin' after midnight Niggas gettin' reday for a big fight You could say this one's a murder by a lunatic Hear me livin' on your ass bitch Loadin' up my weapons gettin' ready for Another street sweepin' neighbourhood drug war Police come around in a meat wagon Knowin' that tonight they'll be draggin' Off motherfuckers to a six fot ditch I hope ya insruance paid up bitch Cause tonight is the night motherfucker Be a good killer or a damn good ducker Cause if you ain't, your ass is fallin' to the paint Bloodshed seems to make a nigga faint Not me with a .9 in my hand I couls fall asleep lyin' next to a dead amn Ya gotta understand me It's been a vet sorry motherfucka layin' out dead see So if you wanna come, come hard Or you'll just be another nigga in the morgue Yeah, you motherfuckas Motherfuckas goin' for bad and shit You know what I'm sayin' But you'll be another niger in the morgue motherfucker Oh yo, check this out But gettin' back to the bloodbath You motherfuckas out there go for bad That shit played out my brother I ride by and gun done motherfuckers Whether friend or foe bro Steppin' on my toes, your ass has gotta go Now heres how the shit took place [How'd it go?] A nigga waved a tre eight in my face [Damn] Screamin' that shit about the Squab Mob Talkin' big shit about the South Park Said he's gonna stop me Pissed off cause I'm down with the 5th Ward posse [Um-Hmm] Shit didn't make me numb I ain't scared of no goddman gun [My nigga] Once I sw 'em break I stuck 'em [What about his 3 guards?] Fuck 'em! I'll put him on his ass cause he's bigger Then worry about the other 3 niggas All of them ran to get backup That's 12 more bodies I'ma stack up Open up the trunk in a rage And loaded up my goddamn 12 gauge If the punk don't keep ya I'll be forced to hit ya wit the street sweeper Ya ass shouldn't a started no static g 12 gun shots automatically I ain't goin' out like no sucka I'm goin' out like a crazy motherfucka Everybody knows that I ain't got it all And I don't give a fuck about none a y'all Hit 3 or 4 in the head That's 3 or 4 niggers left for dead It doesn't pay to check cards Cuase I'm sendin' motherfuckas to the morgue...

Soundtrack Xxx

NELLY
[Nelly] Uh, uh-oh Uh, uh uh uh, ay uh uh Uh uh uh, c-mon [Toya] Hey Mister Stick out ya wrist, how many in this Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes I need to see how deep them pockets get Let me see if all that shit you talkin really legit [Nelly] 15 miles an hour, maybe so You can make it straight from your seat to your front door You can get a glimpse of the one that they call mo' Mr. low-pro, fans peepin like der he go Two lane now, put yo bite on me Y'all done waited too long, I got a tax ID Right ID, proper registration never thought I'd see Full coverage on my feet Hold up, slow it down and let me think about it Froze up, erraything that you can see around me My neck, wrist, arm, the whole nine I done took you best shot, now dirty you hold mine Got cats goin to jail, tryin to do what I do I got cats goin through hell, when the thang come through 2-0-2, light grey blue Stiched in the carpet, you know who-ooh [Toya] Hey Mister Stick out ya wrist, how many in this Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes I need to see how deep them pockets get Let me see if all that shit you talkin really legit [Nelly] Ok, now let me see ya do it baby Don't be afraid go now Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby Just go ahead and make yo mama proud [Nelly] Jack Frost, fuck it! what is cost Who the boss, flossin is applesauce Dirty 3rd grade, bought milk on thursday Now I buy Escalades on birthdays Lex and Merced eez on deez E's off these, n-u-t's I cough and sneeze, for frost bit sleeves It's not just me, but really my family You want the run down, keep it poppin to sun down Dirty come now, I'm a show you who run the town Your baby daddy is most hated, can't listen to my song When he at home, irrated when the video on I'm makin ones with them niggas see my ass in the club Puffin the bud, and spendin a hundred for every dub What he got in his hand, I'm at it again But I really can't stand, a lunatic plan - work it [Toya] Hey Mister Stick out ya wrist, how many in this Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes I need to see how deep them pockets get Let me see if all that shit you talkin really legit [Nelly] Ok, now let me see ya do it baby Don't be afraid go now Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby Just go ahead and make yo mama proud [Nelly] You can call me what you want, but call me a come up Before you run up, make sure your funds up (why) I'm gonna buy some shit out of herr you ain't never seen But probly wrist bands, mo denim starched jeans Diablo boots with the posher string I'll take a cream-a-team shirt with the bentley sleeves Four-door swoosh, made by nike Drop-top jumpan suit by mike e Got to like my playa, I'm in it for the dough I'm in it for show, matter fact I'm in it to blow When I wake up in the mornin, I'll be in it some mo Garunteed anytime, dial 3-1-4 Do any escargo, gotta S car the go 0 to 60 dirty in four point 0 Second ranking niggas every where dat I go I got the same, gotta have it, gotta have it for show [Toya] Hey Mister Stick out ya wrist, how many in this Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes I need to see how deep them pockets get Let me see if all that shit you talkin really legit [Toya] Hey Mister Stick out ya wrist, how many in this Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes I need to see how deep them pockets get Let me see if all that shit you talkin really legit [Nelly] Ok, now let me see ya do it baby Don't be afraid go now Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby Just go ahead and make yo mama proud [Nelly] Ok, now let me see ya do it baby Don't be afraid go now Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby Just go ahead and make yo mama proud

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