Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Feel Me (Intro) Lyrics – Big Boi
When the lush hangs off the chron, I know that your gone, ya feel me (feel me)
15 years off in this game, still nuttin changed, feel me (feel me)
Riding swiftly through the night, almost missed the light, if ya feel me (feel me)
Whether I'm right or wrong, I know that your gone, (I know) ya feel me (feel me)
Damn, that wasn't nuttin but the intro... Here we go
15 years off in this game, still nuttin changed, feel me (feel me)
Riding swiftly through the night, almost missed the light, if ya feel me (feel me)
Whether I'm right or wrong, I know that your gone, (I know) ya feel me (feel me)
Damn, that wasn't nuttin but the intro... Here we go
Daddy Fat Sax Lyrics – Big Boi
[Big Boi]
It is I, the B-I-G, the B-O-I
Me oh my, ears to the street and eyes to the sky
Kept my sights on the prize, wide open, door wide
like the thighs of a hooker spread, told the girl bye
I got bigger fish to fry, niggaz wish I would retire
Cause of the pressure I apply every time I bust a rhyme
None of the rest of ya are tryin, watch me stimulate the minds of the masses
while you niggaz kickin it like jackasses
And who you votin for, Republican or Democratic?
Don't say it doesn't matter cause that's how they stole the last one
Assassin's bullet might be waitin for Obama
Do you think they'll have a brother before Billy's baby mama?
C'mon!
[Chorus: scratches by DJ Cutmaster Swiff]
"Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Daddy Fat Sax"
"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps"
"Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Daddy Fat Sax"
"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps"
"Look at the way you look at me" - "Daddy Fat-Fat Sax"
"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps"
"Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"
"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps"
[Big Boi]
My daddy told me it was mine for the takin
A true gift from God, the stars aligned when they made me
Him and Rena's baby, their first born son
I'm Antwan Andr Patton, the only one
Bloodline of a champion with heart of the lion
I'm defyin all the laws like a caterpillar flyin
Way before my time and reside in the Dirty Dirty
where they still hangin nooses like we in the early '30s
Goddamn, you know who I am? {"Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
Royal fam of Atlanta, Dungeon bitch you understand? (boy!)
This ain't what you want, let's be clear from the bungie
I write knockout songs, you spit punchlines for money
[Chorus]
[Big Boi]
With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky
I'm on another planet my nigga and you just fly
(Why?) Cause I'm {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
Take that motherfucker, take that!
With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky
I'm on another planet my nigga and you just fly
(Why? Cause he's Daddy Fat Sax)
Ridin off in the Cadillac like that nigga
[Chorus]
[Big Boi]
Yea {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
What his name is? {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
What ya talkin 'bout? {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
Boy stop!
It is I, the B-I-G, the B-O-I
Me oh my, ears to the street and eyes to the sky
Kept my sights on the prize, wide open, door wide
like the thighs of a hooker spread, told the girl bye
I got bigger fish to fry, niggaz wish I would retire
Cause of the pressure I apply every time I bust a rhyme
None of the rest of ya are tryin, watch me stimulate the minds of the masses
while you niggaz kickin it like jackasses
And who you votin for, Republican or Democratic?
Don't say it doesn't matter cause that's how they stole the last one
Assassin's bullet might be waitin for Obama
Do you think they'll have a brother before Billy's baby mama?
C'mon!
[Chorus: scratches by DJ Cutmaster Swiff]
"Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Daddy Fat Sax"
"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps"
"Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Daddy Fat Sax"
"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps"
"Look at the way you look at me" - "Daddy Fat-Fat Sax"
"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps"
"Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"
"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps"
[Big Boi]
My daddy told me it was mine for the takin
A true gift from God, the stars aligned when they made me
Him and Rena's baby, their first born son
I'm Antwan Andr Patton, the only one
Bloodline of a champion with heart of the lion
I'm defyin all the laws like a caterpillar flyin
Way before my time and reside in the Dirty Dirty
where they still hangin nooses like we in the early '30s
Goddamn, you know who I am? {"Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
Royal fam of Atlanta, Dungeon bitch you understand? (boy!)
This ain't what you want, let's be clear from the bungie
I write knockout songs, you spit punchlines for money
[Chorus]
[Big Boi]
With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky
I'm on another planet my nigga and you just fly
(Why?) Cause I'm {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
Take that motherfucker, take that!
With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky
I'm on another planet my nigga and you just fly
(Why? Cause he's Daddy Fat Sax)
Ridin off in the Cadillac like that nigga
[Chorus]
[Big Boi]
Yea {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
What his name is? {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
What ya talkin 'bout? {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
Boy stop!
Turns Me On Lyrics – Big Boi (feat. Sleepy Brown & Joi)
Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me
'Cause a nigga like me don't fuck around
Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me
'Cause a nigga like me don't fuck around
I know you see that
No one's competed
Ooh, that turns me on
Ooh, that turns me on
What turns me on about you, I doubt you have a clue
Sassy attitude and red bottom shoes, God, I'm mad at you
I do think you're fierce and that you killing them of course
With the features of an angel and the bottom of a horse
Thoroughbred, thorough head
Makes you moist like the dark fudge
Brownie with the nut of your choice
Soaking wet, all the feathers in the goose
Down, who's loose now?
You done let the juice ooze down
Do smile when you do it's on some ooh child
Kiss you in the mouth, juicy fruit, make it cool down
And make it truth, ain't it true now?
Divine neck, the respect, it ain't shit for me to prove out
You need some time, press the snooze down
I don't mind 'cause I'm as hard as all the iron
In all the tool house or tool shed
Go and play it like when alarm sound off around 2
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I know you see that
No one's competed
Ooh, that turns me on
Ooh, that turns me on
Who gives a damn about the past?
I live for the day, plan for the future, pack a lunch and haul ass
Anyway, it ain't no time for no picnics
This that business, the slickness to get your chick hit quick
I make her drip all her liquids
Then get butt booty naked when I spit on some pimp shit
Make her legs shake so she never loses interest
Calling out my name when I'm asking whose is this?
Naw, it's not a game, ass falling out the frame
With my Polaroid camera I have to take two flicks
She can't avoid all the stamina, we do this
With no steroids or other artificial juices
Therefore, she now's the undisputed truth
When I slip into this bood while I slid into this booth
I'm kicking it with you, lot like martial artists do
We can break boards and you can kick rocks
I know you see that
No one's competed
Ooh, that turns me on
Ooh, that turns me on
Sit yourself down on the big old bed
Turn your body 'round here let me give you some
Don't you want to make a freaky memory with me?
So later on you can think about it then you'll be like damn
That turns me on
I know you see that
No one's competed
Ooh, that turns me on
Ooh, that turns me on
From the back
Now from the front
'Cause a nigga like me don't fuck around
Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me
'Cause a nigga like me don't fuck around
I know you see that
No one's competed
Ooh, that turns me on
Ooh, that turns me on
What turns me on about you, I doubt you have a clue
Sassy attitude and red bottom shoes, God, I'm mad at you
I do think you're fierce and that you killing them of course
With the features of an angel and the bottom of a horse
Thoroughbred, thorough head
Makes you moist like the dark fudge
Brownie with the nut of your choice
Soaking wet, all the feathers in the goose
Down, who's loose now?
You done let the juice ooze down
Do smile when you do it's on some ooh child
Kiss you in the mouth, juicy fruit, make it cool down
And make it truth, ain't it true now?
Divine neck, the respect, it ain't shit for me to prove out
You need some time, press the snooze down
I don't mind 'cause I'm as hard as all the iron
In all the tool house or tool shed
Go and play it like when alarm sound off around 2
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I know you see that
No one's competed
Ooh, that turns me on
Ooh, that turns me on
Who gives a damn about the past?
I live for the day, plan for the future, pack a lunch and haul ass
Anyway, it ain't no time for no picnics
This that business, the slickness to get your chick hit quick
I make her drip all her liquids
Then get butt booty naked when I spit on some pimp shit
Make her legs shake so she never loses interest
Calling out my name when I'm asking whose is this?
Naw, it's not a game, ass falling out the frame
With my Polaroid camera I have to take two flicks
She can't avoid all the stamina, we do this
With no steroids or other artificial juices
Therefore, she now's the undisputed truth
When I slip into this bood while I slid into this booth
I'm kicking it with you, lot like martial artists do
We can break boards and you can kick rocks
I know you see that
No one's competed
Ooh, that turns me on
Ooh, that turns me on
Sit yourself down on the big old bed
Turn your body 'round here let me give you some
Don't you want to make a freaky memory with me?
So later on you can think about it then you'll be like damn
That turns me on
I know you see that
No one's competed
Ooh, that turns me on
Ooh, that turns me on
From the back
Now from the front
Follow Us Lyrics – Big Boi (feat. Neil Garrard, Big Rube)
[Big Boi]
With one stroke of the pen I tune in to your satellite radio
or FM station; I've been patiently waitin, to weigh in
Been under construction for two years
But now it's 'bout that time I double-dutch my way in
Left foot, right foot, steppin over biters
It's like the game is haunted cause there's so many ghostwriters
Me, see I'm a lifer with supply that may seem endless
Straight rider like a biker on a chopper with a hitlist
Witness, the nigga that spit that vicious
Pitbull attack shit when it comes to this rap shit
... Daddy Fat Sax (bitch) follow us
[Chorus 2X: Neil Garrard]
Follow us, now
Try to all the way, now
It's not another let, down
Got somethin to say, right now
[Big Boi]
I know some of y'all done wrote a nigga off
Like the leases on these cars and these homes you niggaz thought
you stayed in, with so many bosses why are they still
layin niggaz off they job? Nigga for real
Gon' give a nigga a gig then
Help a brother get up out this pigpen
But nobody wants to keep it pimpin or 110
So with this pen I begin to illustrate from within, boy (boy)
[Neil Garrard]
Paint a pretty picture like I'm chillin with my friends
Everybody's got a pocket full of ends to spend
[Big Boi]
See Picasso couldn't blend, put it all together or fit in
I'm like a crocodile walkin 'round with alligator skin
Yes I'm is, the product of the ghetto where I lived
Call me Spongebob boy (boy) soaked up game as a little bitty kid
And never been a lame, before the fame I was the shit
And now I'm just Big, ya dig?
[Chorus]
[Neil Garrard]
Why don't you come and find out
What this is all, about
I, will only say this once
So, come and follow us
[Big Boi]
See we not even gonna play with 'em either
We gon' la-la-lay it down every fuckin time we see 'em
Make the club get crunk, yea, we them type of people
But wait, it's not a sequel, no wait, it's BB's prequel
The beginnin before the beginnin, spend it how you spend it
Then, if you sell dope nigga stack it when you get it
Can't trick it, or spend it until it's gone
That's slippery business holmes, gon' get you a business loan
C'mon!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Big Rube]
Now I lay you niggaz down
You already sleep so bitch rest in eternal peace
You still scared of the Boogeyman?
I know you hatin but you know you was a 'Kast and a Goodie fan
Ain't no night light, it's light's out
I put these lyrics up your ass so far you never get the mic out
I know who you wanna sound like
With that Fruity Loop bullshit, fuck nigga night-night
With one stroke of the pen I tune in to your satellite radio
or FM station; I've been patiently waitin, to weigh in
Been under construction for two years
But now it's 'bout that time I double-dutch my way in
Left foot, right foot, steppin over biters
It's like the game is haunted cause there's so many ghostwriters
Me, see I'm a lifer with supply that may seem endless
Straight rider like a biker on a chopper with a hitlist
Witness, the nigga that spit that vicious
Pitbull attack shit when it comes to this rap shit
... Daddy Fat Sax (bitch) follow us
[Chorus 2X: Neil Garrard]
Follow us, now
Try to all the way, now
It's not another let, down
Got somethin to say, right now
[Big Boi]
I know some of y'all done wrote a nigga off
Like the leases on these cars and these homes you niggaz thought
you stayed in, with so many bosses why are they still
layin niggaz off they job? Nigga for real
Gon' give a nigga a gig then
Help a brother get up out this pigpen
But nobody wants to keep it pimpin or 110
So with this pen I begin to illustrate from within, boy (boy)
[Neil Garrard]
Paint a pretty picture like I'm chillin with my friends
Everybody's got a pocket full of ends to spend
[Big Boi]
See Picasso couldn't blend, put it all together or fit in
I'm like a crocodile walkin 'round with alligator skin
Yes I'm is, the product of the ghetto where I lived
Call me Spongebob boy (boy) soaked up game as a little bitty kid
And never been a lame, before the fame I was the shit
And now I'm just Big, ya dig?
[Chorus]
[Neil Garrard]
Why don't you come and find out
What this is all, about
I, will only say this once
So, come and follow us
[Big Boi]
See we not even gonna play with 'em either
We gon' la-la-lay it down every fuckin time we see 'em
Make the club get crunk, yea, we them type of people
But wait, it's not a sequel, no wait, it's BB's prequel
The beginnin before the beginnin, spend it how you spend it
Then, if you sell dope nigga stack it when you get it
Can't trick it, or spend it until it's gone
That's slippery business holmes, gon' get you a business loan
C'mon!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Big Rube]
Now I lay you niggaz down
You already sleep so bitch rest in eternal peace
You still scared of the Boogeyman?
I know you hatin but you know you was a 'Kast and a Goodie fan
Ain't no night light, it's light's out
I put these lyrics up your ass so far you never get the mic out
I know who you wanna sound like
With that Fruity Loop bullshit, fuck nigga night-night
Shutterbug Lyrics – Big Boi (feat. Bosko, Cutty, Debra Killings)
[Big Boi]
Uhh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe
Boy check the rsume, it's risky business in the A (A)
And I've been witness to this history, ever since the 10th grade
We went from rockin braids to temp fades
I twist my A hat to the side just for style
Or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly
Wow, the Southern pride been known to shut it down
It ain't so country though nigga, this ain't no Gomer Pyle
I'm Sergeant Slaughter, I keep my shit cooked to order in order
to satisfy my people in Georgia and cross the water
And, across the border the esse's are gettin smarter
They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas
If you follow, wink wink, No Doubt we +Don't Speak+
In a blink them folks can have you sleepin in the clink
I'm shittin on niggaz and peein on the seat
It's the nigga, the B-I-G B-O-I, O-U-T
[Chorus: Big Boi + (Cutty)]
Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug
And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs
I'm double fisted and you empty you can grab a cup
Boy stop, I'm just playin, let me dap you up
(Baby baby - baby baby)
(You're in my system - you're in my system)
(Baby baby - baby baby)
(Tell me you're listenin - tell me you're listenin)
[Big Boi]
Boy, it's after 12, club like a hive B
A beehive cause now everybody buzzin around me
Could it be the way that the verse is sounding?
Came up on the Geto Boys and the Underground Kingz
Toys, I had a Brougham, called it Pretty Brown Thing
Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining
Known to keep a bad bitch, no niggaz beside me
Index finger on the trigger case niggaz is clowning
Not to flex but to +Protect My Neck+ like the Wu-Tang
Self-preservation is the rule when you do aim
Or get in somethin more sinister, you gotta be the finisher
Make it so the doctors they can't replenish him
Or bring him back to life..
.. back to reality
Gon' get him some hoes, leave it alone
Triple O.G. status, A-Town's very own
[Chorus]
[Cutty + (Debra Killings)]
Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin 'gnac
Bendin round corners in the 'llac
Cut a rug, playa now cut a rug
Throw yo' deuces in the sky for the shutterbuggs
(And this goes out to all my ladies in the front) What you want?
You make me wanna breed, girl freeze
Cut a rug (lady now) cut a rug
(And throw yo' deuces in the sky for the shutterbuggs)
[Chorus]
[Outro: Bosko + (Cutty)]
Tell me you're listenin cause you're all up in my system
I can feel ya from my head to my toes, to my toes
(You're in my system, my system)
Lucious Left Foot got his best foot forward, darling
Lord have mercy how them flows stay so cold, froze
(Tell me you're listenin, listenin)
... Cut a rug, cut a rug
(You're in my system, my system) Shutterbugg
... Cut a rug, cut a rug
(Tell me you're listenin)
Uhh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe
Boy check the rsume, it's risky business in the A (A)
And I've been witness to this history, ever since the 10th grade
We went from rockin braids to temp fades
I twist my A hat to the side just for style
Or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly
Wow, the Southern pride been known to shut it down
It ain't so country though nigga, this ain't no Gomer Pyle
I'm Sergeant Slaughter, I keep my shit cooked to order in order
to satisfy my people in Georgia and cross the water
And, across the border the esse's are gettin smarter
They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas
If you follow, wink wink, No Doubt we +Don't Speak+
In a blink them folks can have you sleepin in the clink
I'm shittin on niggaz and peein on the seat
It's the nigga, the B-I-G B-O-I, O-U-T
[Chorus: Big Boi + (Cutty)]
Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug
And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs
I'm double fisted and you empty you can grab a cup
Boy stop, I'm just playin, let me dap you up
(Baby baby - baby baby)
(You're in my system - you're in my system)
(Baby baby - baby baby)
(Tell me you're listenin - tell me you're listenin)
[Big Boi]
Boy, it's after 12, club like a hive B
A beehive cause now everybody buzzin around me
Could it be the way that the verse is sounding?
Came up on the Geto Boys and the Underground Kingz
Toys, I had a Brougham, called it Pretty Brown Thing
Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining
Known to keep a bad bitch, no niggaz beside me
Index finger on the trigger case niggaz is clowning
Not to flex but to +Protect My Neck+ like the Wu-Tang
Self-preservation is the rule when you do aim
Or get in somethin more sinister, you gotta be the finisher
Make it so the doctors they can't replenish him
Or bring him back to life..
.. back to reality
Gon' get him some hoes, leave it alone
Triple O.G. status, A-Town's very own
[Chorus]
[Cutty + (Debra Killings)]
Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin 'gnac
Bendin round corners in the 'llac
Cut a rug, playa now cut a rug
Throw yo' deuces in the sky for the shutterbuggs
(And this goes out to all my ladies in the front) What you want?
You make me wanna breed, girl freeze
Cut a rug (lady now) cut a rug
(And throw yo' deuces in the sky for the shutterbuggs)
[Chorus]
[Outro: Bosko + (Cutty)]
Tell me you're listenin cause you're all up in my system
I can feel ya from my head to my toes, to my toes
(You're in my system, my system)
Lucious Left Foot got his best foot forward, darling
Lord have mercy how them flows stay so cold, froze
(Tell me you're listenin, listenin)
... Cut a rug, cut a rug
(You're in my system, my system) Shutterbugg
... Cut a rug, cut a rug
(Tell me you're listenin)
General Patton Lyrics – Big Boi (feat. Big Rube)
[Verse One: Big Boi]
Get the South dick up out your mouth, what are you talking about
See we know everything you're about, so try another route
Paperboy, you can't destroy what we done built
Pick on someone your own size, or fuck around and get killed
But not like the kilt above you knees, BB
Will plant you niggaz like seeds, or fertilizer for the trees
Emergency vehicle last seen speeding from the scene
Nigga, take one for the team now he's bleeding from the spleen
Stay so fresh and oh so motherfucking clean
No blood spatter or evidence, long distance with a beam
We come in peace while some of ya'll niggas come in greed gluttons
Fucking up the game like ice, heroin, or speed, slow down nigga
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Speed it up like The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast
Not a hobby, this my life, you disrespect it, that's your ass
As one half of the Outkast, return like the ghost of Christmas past
It's the son of Chico Dusty, must be West Savannah bad
Had to got to church every Sunday with Great-Grandma and Grandad
Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn't have a path
If I ever fell astray, then God will get me back on track
Didn't say that Rico, Ray, and Pat was getting with me and Three Stacks
Then we spitting cuz we killing everything we attack
Special Forces of this rap game, so you best take heed of that
All that shit you rappers lack, we got plenty, here's snack
Don't ruin their appetitie, cuz you shit is really wack
Wack ass nigga
[Outro: Big Rube]
Another battle one, Another story to tell
Listen to the angelic plucking of strings
As Sir Lucious puts his left foot forward
And rides off into the horizon of infinite regression, victorious
Undefeated on the battle field against the means of ignorance, greed, and hatred
All contenders to the throne are left naked
Because the truth is the only thing you can never be stripped from
And if you want to commit to that truth
Then you could end the vicious cycle that's affecting our youth today
I you just stop lying, if you just stop lying
Stop lying.....lying
Get the South dick up out your mouth, what are you talking about
See we know everything you're about, so try another route
Paperboy, you can't destroy what we done built
Pick on someone your own size, or fuck around and get killed
But not like the kilt above you knees, BB
Will plant you niggaz like seeds, or fertilizer for the trees
Emergency vehicle last seen speeding from the scene
Nigga, take one for the team now he's bleeding from the spleen
Stay so fresh and oh so motherfucking clean
No blood spatter or evidence, long distance with a beam
We come in peace while some of ya'll niggas come in greed gluttons
Fucking up the game like ice, heroin, or speed, slow down nigga
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Speed it up like The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast
Not a hobby, this my life, you disrespect it, that's your ass
As one half of the Outkast, return like the ghost of Christmas past
It's the son of Chico Dusty, must be West Savannah bad
Had to got to church every Sunday with Great-Grandma and Grandad
Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn't have a path
If I ever fell astray, then God will get me back on track
Didn't say that Rico, Ray, and Pat was getting with me and Three Stacks
Then we spitting cuz we killing everything we attack
Special Forces of this rap game, so you best take heed of that
All that shit you rappers lack, we got plenty, here's snack
Don't ruin their appetitie, cuz you shit is really wack
Wack ass nigga
[Outro: Big Rube]
Another battle one, Another story to tell
Listen to the angelic plucking of strings
As Sir Lucious puts his left foot forward
And rides off into the horizon of infinite regression, victorious
Undefeated on the battle field against the means of ignorance, greed, and hatred
All contenders to the throne are left naked
Because the truth is the only thing you can never be stripped from
And if you want to commit to that truth
Then you could end the vicious cycle that's affecting our youth today
I you just stop lying, if you just stop lying
Stop lying.....lying
Tangerine Lyrics – Big Boi (feat. Khujo Goodie, T.I.)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus One: Khujo Goodie, Big Boi]
[K.G.] She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream
She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine?
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine
[B.B.] She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things
I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
[Big Boi]
Now, let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cuff or cake
I, put her on a plate until she's no longer awake
They just lay, fast asleep, when I hit 'em with the snake
Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes
On display, she's a model but she only model shoes
Not fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute
How she choose? She just whispers in my ear ("I'm with you")
I'm the type of dude that sends your baby mama out for food
And I also like her throat action, with a passion
Love in her mou-outh, for dental satisfaction
That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashin
Ughhh, bust one back of the 'llac, stabbin (hootie hoo!)
She know what's happenin, there's no reason to doubt it
If you ask her how I got it she say ("How he had went about it was")
And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare
Settle down cause she right there
[Chorus One]
[T.I.]
Okay, midnight, fit like, four or five chicks
in the drop '66 bumpin "Southernplayalistic"
as we ridin through the city lights, Monday Magic City night
Pass these around, momentarily they feelin like
gettin right, good girls, got 'em gettin busy like
big dykes, eatin so much pussy they forget pipe
All got boyfriends, tell me they don't hit it right
They come see me so they can come be freaks
in the back seat, everything's fast like a track meet
All I can see is titties, pussy lips and ass cheeks
Actually, no exaggeration, no imaginin
Real talk, my reality is yo' fantasy
Keisha, Kim, Tamika, Shay, Alicia and Gloria
Chasin this broad tryin to find euphoria
Name notorious, dick game glorious
Find me shawty when ya boyfriend borin ya
[Chorus Two: Big Boi, Khujo Goodie]
[B.B.] Shake it like some Texas Pete droppin on your collard greens
Make it hotter when she want a dollar, do you follow me?
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
[K.G.] Smellin like some tangerines, rollin like she on some beans
Garter belt full of greens, booty bustin out the seams
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - watch her shake it like a tambourine
[Big Boi]
Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine
as everything outdo's, the kind of girl I describe her like-like-like
Michael Jordan when he's froze in a pose of a Jumpman
Top flight security on these hoes man
She drop it low only for me to pick her up
When she's liquored up I'm leavin my fingerprints on her butt
A ten-hut, at attention as we stand for this woman
General Patton, boy stop, we think she cummin
Lovin the way that I'm dickin her down, Boi you bluffin
Nothin but a nigga like me be straight up royal flushin
But this ain't 'bout playin no cards dummy
Her give me open mouth sugar and she go hard for me
Even take a charge for me, if the coppers caught us ridin
to get a tray of fruit, and a pack of 1-point-5's and
I'm all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team
We burn it down like California trees in the breeze
Fire!
[Chorus One]
[Outro]
Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it
Shake shake it, shake shake that ass
Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it
Shake shake it, shake shake that, shake that
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (and all my ladies go to)
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (shake shake it, shake that ass)
[Chorus One: Khujo Goodie, Big Boi]
[K.G.] She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream
She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine?
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine
[B.B.] She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things
I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
[Big Boi]
Now, let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cuff or cake
I, put her on a plate until she's no longer awake
They just lay, fast asleep, when I hit 'em with the snake
Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes
On display, she's a model but she only model shoes
Not fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute
How she choose? She just whispers in my ear ("I'm with you")
I'm the type of dude that sends your baby mama out for food
And I also like her throat action, with a passion
Love in her mou-outh, for dental satisfaction
That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashin
Ughhh, bust one back of the 'llac, stabbin (hootie hoo!)
She know what's happenin, there's no reason to doubt it
If you ask her how I got it she say ("How he had went about it was")
And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare
Settle down cause she right there
[Chorus One]
[T.I.]
Okay, midnight, fit like, four or five chicks
in the drop '66 bumpin "Southernplayalistic"
as we ridin through the city lights, Monday Magic City night
Pass these around, momentarily they feelin like
gettin right, good girls, got 'em gettin busy like
big dykes, eatin so much pussy they forget pipe
All got boyfriends, tell me they don't hit it right
They come see me so they can come be freaks
in the back seat, everything's fast like a track meet
All I can see is titties, pussy lips and ass cheeks
Actually, no exaggeration, no imaginin
Real talk, my reality is yo' fantasy
Keisha, Kim, Tamika, Shay, Alicia and Gloria
Chasin this broad tryin to find euphoria
Name notorious, dick game glorious
Find me shawty when ya boyfriend borin ya
[Chorus Two: Big Boi, Khujo Goodie]
[B.B.] Shake it like some Texas Pete droppin on your collard greens
Make it hotter when she want a dollar, do you follow me?
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
[K.G.] Smellin like some tangerines, rollin like she on some beans
Garter belt full of greens, booty bustin out the seams
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - watch her shake it like a tambourine
[Big Boi]
Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine
as everything outdo's, the kind of girl I describe her like-like-like
Michael Jordan when he's froze in a pose of a Jumpman
Top flight security on these hoes man
She drop it low only for me to pick her up
When she's liquored up I'm leavin my fingerprints on her butt
A ten-hut, at attention as we stand for this woman
General Patton, boy stop, we think she cummin
Lovin the way that I'm dickin her down, Boi you bluffin
Nothin but a nigga like me be straight up royal flushin
But this ain't 'bout playin no cards dummy
Her give me open mouth sugar and she go hard for me
Even take a charge for me, if the coppers caught us ridin
to get a tray of fruit, and a pack of 1-point-5's and
I'm all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team
We burn it down like California trees in the breeze
Fire!
[Chorus One]
[Outro]
Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it
Shake shake it, shake shake that ass
Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it
Shake shake it, shake shake that, shake that
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (and all my ladies go to)
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (shake shake it, shake that ass)
You Ain't No DJ Lyrics – Big Boi (feat. Yelawolf)
[Big Boi]
Boy stop, you ain't no DJ... [*echoes*]
("Greetings...")
I double dare, matter of fact nigga I double dog dare
any rapper that take it there with this playa here
Let's be clear, I'm a leader not your peer
Valedictorian of this rap shit every year (year year year)
Like beer and pretzels with the game I go good
I'm the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood
Overstand hoe ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed
by the lack of class, sat in the back of class
but passed with flying colors with yo' backwards ass, you're like the caboose
And I'm the engine locomotive to let loose steam in the booth, scream ah WOOF!
Dream Team, nigga fuck that pillow talk, keep sleeping
while I'm beating down yo' street up in that green thing
Greetings Earthlings, I've been lurking deep in the shadows
Gathering artillery for the battle
Now, on the front line I stand, microphone in my right hand
Left foot on the gas, don't make me put my foot in yo' ass
[Chorus 2X: Big Boi]
Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fuckin mixtapes
Where they at? [*repeat 7X*]
Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go
[Yelawolf]
Yeah, my momma gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream
(Dream dream dream dream dream)
And God said, look for the burnin bush, now I turned to weed
So I jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burnin trees (hey)
Hard white, I, trickle nickel bags
Ice cold true shit; in the booth with blue lips
On your grave like a tulip, in the bar like a pool stick
8-0-8 Toomp shit, Magic Mike, poof bitch!
Ain't nowhere to rest, nowhere for you to sit
I stole your couch and I took your truck to move it with
Sofa, any one of you wanna get to' up?
I'm a tattoo, Kodak you, close up
Ain't no UFO, no, Yela's a supernova (WOOF!)
Dogs are barkin as soon as that trooper roll up (WOOF!)
30 at 6, momma don't gotta load up
Cause I'm from the varsity of maybe hardly and RC Cola
Hold up!
[Chorus]
[Yelawolf]
Yeah, and, I
party in poverty with people like, "Yeah you're famous, so what?"
I bet you can't hitch that semi up to this tow truck
Rich with a hundred dollars, soul like a batch of collards
Yeah I'm pale but I'll impale you with an Impala
Roll with pimp scholars, +ATLiens+
A-L-A-B-A-M-A agains, come and check my weight again
Baby I know I ain't that crazy, the scale says heavy
Must be my dick the way bitches been hangin on it lately
[Big Boi]
(Yeah, we stay) bangin on the daily, soul funk crusader maybe
Tailored alligator soufflй, Escalade all in yo' ladies
Space invader, I'm the lyrical Darth Vader
Give thanks pussy nigga I don't expose you as a hater
Got Decatur, East Point, College Park and the SWAT's
Campbellton Road closed, road block, watch out for the cops
Gotta think outside the box, know how to connect the dots
'Fore somebody hit the jackpot playin in ya slot, boy stop
[Chorus]
[Big Boi]
Where they at? [*repeat 8X*]
There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go
Where they at? [*repeat 7X*]
There they go [*repeat as it fades out*]
Boy stop, you ain't no DJ... [*echoes*]
("Greetings...")
I double dare, matter of fact nigga I double dog dare
any rapper that take it there with this playa here
Let's be clear, I'm a leader not your peer
Valedictorian of this rap shit every year (year year year)
Like beer and pretzels with the game I go good
I'm the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood
Overstand hoe ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed
by the lack of class, sat in the back of class
but passed with flying colors with yo' backwards ass, you're like the caboose
And I'm the engine locomotive to let loose steam in the booth, scream ah WOOF!
Dream Team, nigga fuck that pillow talk, keep sleeping
while I'm beating down yo' street up in that green thing
Greetings Earthlings, I've been lurking deep in the shadows
Gathering artillery for the battle
Now, on the front line I stand, microphone in my right hand
Left foot on the gas, don't make me put my foot in yo' ass
[Chorus 2X: Big Boi]
Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fuckin mixtapes
Where they at? [*repeat 7X*]
Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go
[Yelawolf]
Yeah, my momma gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream
(Dream dream dream dream dream)
And God said, look for the burnin bush, now I turned to weed
So I jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burnin trees (hey)
Hard white, I, trickle nickel bags
Ice cold true shit; in the booth with blue lips
On your grave like a tulip, in the bar like a pool stick
8-0-8 Toomp shit, Magic Mike, poof bitch!
Ain't nowhere to rest, nowhere for you to sit
I stole your couch and I took your truck to move it with
Sofa, any one of you wanna get to' up?
I'm a tattoo, Kodak you, close up
Ain't no UFO, no, Yela's a supernova (WOOF!)
Dogs are barkin as soon as that trooper roll up (WOOF!)
30 at 6, momma don't gotta load up
Cause I'm from the varsity of maybe hardly and RC Cola
Hold up!
[Chorus]
[Yelawolf]
Yeah, and, I
party in poverty with people like, "Yeah you're famous, so what?"
I bet you can't hitch that semi up to this tow truck
Rich with a hundred dollars, soul like a batch of collards
Yeah I'm pale but I'll impale you with an Impala
Roll with pimp scholars, +ATLiens+
A-L-A-B-A-M-A agains, come and check my weight again
Baby I know I ain't that crazy, the scale says heavy
Must be my dick the way bitches been hangin on it lately
[Big Boi]
(Yeah, we stay) bangin on the daily, soul funk crusader maybe
Tailored alligator soufflй, Escalade all in yo' ladies
Space invader, I'm the lyrical Darth Vader
Give thanks pussy nigga I don't expose you as a hater
Got Decatur, East Point, College Park and the SWAT's
Campbellton Road closed, road block, watch out for the cops
Gotta think outside the box, know how to connect the dots
'Fore somebody hit the jackpot playin in ya slot, boy stop
[Chorus]
[Big Boi]
Where they at? [*repeat 8X*]
There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go
Where they at? [*repeat 7X*]
There they go [*repeat as it fades out*]
Hustle Blood Lyrics – Big Boi (feat. Debra Killings, Jamie Foxx)
[Jamie Foxx]
Ayy (ayy)
Ayy (ayy)
Been patient, we both played our part in heart-breakin
Most time you hurt, more than I, face it
Took blows to the heart, that's family
My mother, been 20 years with a hustler
He always taught, never talk slick
A woman's place submit to a boss, couldn't take it
So many nights seein momma on the couch stressin
She lookin at the clock, it's quarter past 2
Next day, and still no sign of daddy
A hustler, always loyal to the customer
In love with the only example of family
I wanna say
[Chorus 2X: Jamie Foxx + Debra Killings]
Daddy said, when you hit 18
That you will never marry one like me
But didn't know you fell for a hustler
Hustle blood all in me, all in me
But I've been waitin for this day to come
[Big Boi]
Waitin for the day to come
like waitin on the mailman first of the month
I'm a, straight go-getter, trend setter
Make her more wetter when a nigga bust
Dude I keep her soakin wet to the touch (I do)
No joke, can't stop 'til she get enough
Like a paper towel, quick to pick her up
Blow smoke, chop chop, let her hit the blunt nigga what
Up, up, up and away (and away)
I ain't fin' to front
From the jump or the giddy up bruh
It's plenty pretty bitties in the city I'm from
And I'm gon' get me just one
To ride shotgun, do you hear me? Just one, one
[Debra Killings]
Bum bum diddy bum bum, bum bum bum diddy bum bummmm
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
Waiting for this day to come, lady come and give me some
You know you're my only one, just lay back girl have some fun
Now come over let me squeeze, you so tightly let me see
just what you can do for me, drop down low and shake it please
[Big Boi]
Nothing in the world can keep us apart
Like Nettie and Seely from the start
My blood pumps red, but give me a purple heart
instead cause a nigga goes hard
Kinda like a egg, boilin in a pot of hot water (hot water)
Or like a Fed with a no-knock warrant
I want her, so I'ma go and get her, ya hear me?
We got her surrounded, she gonna give it to me
Give it up, gift wrap, hands up
Handcuff with the wrists back, back up (back up)
The type of chick'll make a nigga act up
Mask up, get the Cadillac and mash up
Any, and every
thing on site like a drop box Chevy
[Debra Killings]
Bum bum diddy bum bum, bum bum bum diddy bum bummmm
[Chorus]
[Jamie Foxx]
Ayy (ayy)
Ayy (ayy)
[Interlude]
Ayy (ayy)
Ayy (ayy)
Been patient, we both played our part in heart-breakin
Most time you hurt, more than I, face it
Took blows to the heart, that's family
My mother, been 20 years with a hustler
He always taught, never talk slick
A woman's place submit to a boss, couldn't take it
So many nights seein momma on the couch stressin
She lookin at the clock, it's quarter past 2
Next day, and still no sign of daddy
A hustler, always loyal to the customer
In love with the only example of family
I wanna say
[Chorus 2X: Jamie Foxx + Debra Killings]
Daddy said, when you hit 18
That you will never marry one like me
But didn't know you fell for a hustler
Hustle blood all in me, all in me
But I've been waitin for this day to come
[Big Boi]
Waitin for the day to come
like waitin on the mailman first of the month
I'm a, straight go-getter, trend setter
Make her more wetter when a nigga bust
Dude I keep her soakin wet to the touch (I do)
No joke, can't stop 'til she get enough
Like a paper towel, quick to pick her up
Blow smoke, chop chop, let her hit the blunt nigga what
Up, up, up and away (and away)
I ain't fin' to front
From the jump or the giddy up bruh
It's plenty pretty bitties in the city I'm from
And I'm gon' get me just one
To ride shotgun, do you hear me? Just one, one
[Debra Killings]
Bum bum diddy bum bum, bum bum bum diddy bum bummmm
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
Waiting for this day to come, lady come and give me some
You know you're my only one, just lay back girl have some fun
Now come over let me squeeze, you so tightly let me see
just what you can do for me, drop down low and shake it please
[Big Boi]
Nothing in the world can keep us apart
Like Nettie and Seely from the start
My blood pumps red, but give me a purple heart
instead cause a nigga goes hard
Kinda like a egg, boilin in a pot of hot water (hot water)
Or like a Fed with a no-knock warrant
I want her, so I'ma go and get her, ya hear me?
We got her surrounded, she gonna give it to me
Give it up, gift wrap, hands up
Handcuff with the wrists back, back up (back up)
The type of chick'll make a nigga act up
Mask up, get the Cadillac and mash up
Any, and every
thing on site like a drop box Chevy
[Debra Killings]
Bum bum diddy bum bum, bum bum bum diddy bum bummmm
[Chorus]
[Jamie Foxx]
Ayy (ayy)
Ayy (ayy)
[Interlude]
Be Still Lyrics – Big Boi (feat. Janelle Monáe)
[Chorus: Janelle Monáe]
Be still young heart
Never will you fall apart
Be still young heart
Never will you fall apart
Be wise my dear you must, learn to just be still
Until you really really know
Show me you're right, shine your light
I wonder when will I know
[Big Boi]
To hell if I don't pray
Like a mannequin in the window I don't say
a, word - I like to sit back, observe
My heart says do not disturb, and yours
is like a doorknob, everybody get a turn (yeah)
Now that's a turnoff, girl, I'm not concerned
More like the early bird tryin to get the worm worm
But not on those terms, you got on my nerves
Say I don't deserve you, you're gonna learn
Treat it like a perm, leave it be or let it burn (burn)
Eat 'em like an urr-ange, orange
So when they on the verge of leavin it don't get borin
Foreign trips are taken
just to see your smiley faces, time's a-wastin
And I don't like to waste no time
You can be down or.. yeah
[Chorus]
[Janelle Monáe]
I love bein in love (bein in love)
Then you let me down, turned my heart around
Givin up on love, makes my ocean drown
You lived in my heart
Secret melodies haunt me at night
Maybe lies and lullabies
This is my last farewell
You let me down
[Chorus]
[Big Boi]
Yeah... [*Janelle harmonizing in background*]
From behind the Cadillac do'...
Grip this wood, slide around real slow...
Just thinkin, mind blown
As I glare through the smoke tinted windows...
And be still
[Chorus]
Be still young heart
Never will you fall apart
Be still young heart
Never will you fall apart
Be wise my dear you must, learn to just be still
Until you really really know
Show me you're right, shine your light
I wonder when will I know
[Big Boi]
To hell if I don't pray
Like a mannequin in the window I don't say
a, word - I like to sit back, observe
My heart says do not disturb, and yours
is like a doorknob, everybody get a turn (yeah)
Now that's a turnoff, girl, I'm not concerned
More like the early bird tryin to get the worm worm
But not on those terms, you got on my nerves
Say I don't deserve you, you're gonna learn
Treat it like a perm, leave it be or let it burn (burn)
Eat 'em like an urr-ange, orange
So when they on the verge of leavin it don't get borin
Foreign trips are taken
just to see your smiley faces, time's a-wastin
And I don't like to waste no time
You can be down or.. yeah
[Chorus]
[Janelle Monáe]
I love bein in love (bein in love)
Then you let me down, turned my heart around
Givin up on love, makes my ocean drown
You lived in my heart
Secret melodies haunt me at night
Maybe lies and lullabies
This is my last farewell
You let me down
[Chorus]
[Big Boi]
Yeah... [*Janelle harmonizing in background*]
From behind the Cadillac do'...
Grip this wood, slide around real slow...
Just thinkin, mind blown
As I glare through the smoke tinted windows...
And be still
[Chorus]
Fo Yo Sorrows Lyrics – Big Boi (feat. George Clinton, Too $hort)
[George Clinton - Intro]
This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak
Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOOOOMB!
[Chorus]
For those who think life is unfair
'cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin there
Then I'll roll one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows
In my chair, as I sit back smiling from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll blow one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows
[Big Boi (Too $hort)]
Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene
Money shot to a Three movies
But everything's straight like 9:15
It's back to the time machine, I believe
Back to the rhymin, back to the stick
Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick
Slap, y'all nigga better think that was it
We everywhere (BEEEITCH~!)
..Like the air you breathe
Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave
Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead
Best believe I'll change the steeds
Take the lead, change the speed
Slow it down just for the sport
Nigga, ONE of my favorite rappers happens to be Too $hort
[Too $hort]
Now everybody wanna sell dope (SELL DOPE)
Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes (..NOPE!)
Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks
On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo' (EIGHTY FO'?)
BEEEITCH~!
[Chorus 1/2]
[Big Boi]
Just to let you know that everything is straight
I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate
Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin wit a great
Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste {*gunshot*}
Kill yo'self like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title
My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival
Like the Bible or any other good book that you read
Why are 75% of our youth readin magazines?
'Cause they used to fantasy, and that's what they do to dream
Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing!
'member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, I'm still speakin about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean
When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean
I mean, it mean the roguh, the tough, the DANGEROUS, we reign SUPREME
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds
B-I-G, B-O-I - nigga, please!
[Chorus]
[George Clinton - Bridge, then Outro]
Don't want no girlfriends
Just need my dope (I just need my dope)
One foot on the world when, I'm behind in my smoke
(I'm behind in my smoke)
On the back burner, you can just simmer around
But on the front burner, you betta burn, a fat one
(Roll it up...fire that shit up)
A fat one - fire it up!
A fat, fat, fat one..
This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, c-c-clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak
Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOMB!
Bombardin the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come
Came and went, hindbells spent, b-b-b-b-bent
Take another huff and puff and choke and toke
Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and
pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a JOINT~!
'Cause this is the dope-on-dope...some GOOD shit...
Yeaaaaaaahh...Lean back and puff slow...
This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak
Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOOOOMB!
[Chorus]
For those who think life is unfair
'cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin there
Then I'll roll one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows
In my chair, as I sit back smiling from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll blow one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows
[Big Boi (Too $hort)]
Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene
Money shot to a Three movies
But everything's straight like 9:15
It's back to the time machine, I believe
Back to the rhymin, back to the stick
Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick
Slap, y'all nigga better think that was it
We everywhere (BEEEITCH~!)
..Like the air you breathe
Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave
Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead
Best believe I'll change the steeds
Take the lead, change the speed
Slow it down just for the sport
Nigga, ONE of my favorite rappers happens to be Too $hort
[Too $hort]
Now everybody wanna sell dope (SELL DOPE)
Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes (..NOPE!)
Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks
On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo' (EIGHTY FO'?)
BEEEITCH~!
[Chorus 1/2]
[Big Boi]
Just to let you know that everything is straight
I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate
Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin wit a great
Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste {*gunshot*}
Kill yo'self like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title
My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival
Like the Bible or any other good book that you read
Why are 75% of our youth readin magazines?
'Cause they used to fantasy, and that's what they do to dream
Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing!
'member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, I'm still speakin about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean
When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean
I mean, it mean the roguh, the tough, the DANGEROUS, we reign SUPREME
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds
B-I-G, B-O-I - nigga, please!
[Chorus]
[George Clinton - Bridge, then Outro]
Don't want no girlfriends
Just need my dope (I just need my dope)
One foot on the world when, I'm behind in my smoke
(I'm behind in my smoke)
On the back burner, you can just simmer around
But on the front burner, you betta burn, a fat one
(Roll it up...fire that shit up)
A fat one - fire it up!
A fat, fat, fat one..
This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, c-c-clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak
Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOMB!
Bombardin the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come
Came and went, hindbells spent, b-b-b-b-bent
Take another huff and puff and choke and toke
Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and
pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a JOINT~!
'Cause this is the dope-on-dope...some GOOD shit...
Yeaaaaaaahh...Lean back and puff slow...
Night Night Lyrics – Big Boi (feat. B.o.B & Joi)
[Verse One: Big Boi]
The rhymes I designed are truly unrefined
Like diamonds with a spec of blood dug up out a mine
Flows flood between the ears right behind my eyes
Giving birth to lines, soul searching for the prize
I take my time when deciding what to write
Like the SAT while these other niggaz bite
Underated and mostly hated but got a lot of fight
Like a player, play the background, fuck the spotlight
Night night, I recite when I step up to this mic
Reputation trump tight like the husband want a wife
Stay sharp as broken glass, get busted on or smashed
When your ass cross paths with this half of the Kast
[Chorus One: B.o.B + (Big Boi)]
It's bed time, bed time
Tuck yourself I can tell that you're terrified
Check my record you'll see that I'm verified
(Nobody want none) I terrorize
(Don't nobody want none) Now you're terrified
(Nobody want none of this here) It's bed time
[Big Boi talking]
Yeah this where second vers supposed to go
I don't think I need to hit ya'll with another verse
But, I think I might, because I like to destroy shit
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
There's no time to retreat and no surrender
Been ready for battle General Patton's no beginner
I keep it all Madden, I call the play then execute for the W
Leave the rest of you destitute, now put that money up
Oh and your content is nonsense; How you expect to
get it a little resitution with all this ghetto flaugin
Snow, that's for tobaggans, no won't be no pardons
Or bargains, three striked then you +Yank+ed up like +A. Rod+
and, uh, with no apartments, you got no home to run to
You snitching on yourself and no its your front they come through
Without a tap on your phone
The only thing they had to do is listen to raps on your songs...
[Chorus Two: Joi + (Big Boi)]
Lights out, the time for the nighty night's overude
This is the final countdown to your swan song, you are through
All wack emcees and posers this is going out to you
Fuck boys will drop their jaws and all because here something new
(Something new, something new) ooooh-ooooh-oh-ooooh
(Something new, something new)
[Verse Three: Big Boi]
Straight out the plastic, like a pair of footies, no show
My nigga you can't no see me and thats for sho, four door
Any kind of Cadillac I go slow, what I'm smoking on
Some of that chokehold, no low, no mid
Top of the line pine, because I blow big, been here for a while
Your momma likes my style, and so do your kids
I know you love it, cuz a hater loves to hate
You need me like a junkie needs a razor blade and plate
I'm dope nigga
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two]
The rhymes I designed are truly unrefined
Like diamonds with a spec of blood dug up out a mine
Flows flood between the ears right behind my eyes
Giving birth to lines, soul searching for the prize
I take my time when deciding what to write
Like the SAT while these other niggaz bite
Underated and mostly hated but got a lot of fight
Like a player, play the background, fuck the spotlight
Night night, I recite when I step up to this mic
Reputation trump tight like the husband want a wife
Stay sharp as broken glass, get busted on or smashed
When your ass cross paths with this half of the Kast
[Chorus One: B.o.B + (Big Boi)]
It's bed time, bed time
Tuck yourself I can tell that you're terrified
Check my record you'll see that I'm verified
(Nobody want none) I terrorize
(Don't nobody want none) Now you're terrified
(Nobody want none of this here) It's bed time
[Big Boi talking]
Yeah this where second vers supposed to go
I don't think I need to hit ya'll with another verse
But, I think I might, because I like to destroy shit
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
There's no time to retreat and no surrender
Been ready for battle General Patton's no beginner
I keep it all Madden, I call the play then execute for the W
Leave the rest of you destitute, now put that money up
Oh and your content is nonsense; How you expect to
get it a little resitution with all this ghetto flaugin
Snow, that's for tobaggans, no won't be no pardons
Or bargains, three striked then you +Yank+ed up like +A. Rod+
and, uh, with no apartments, you got no home to run to
You snitching on yourself and no its your front they come through
Without a tap on your phone
The only thing they had to do is listen to raps on your songs...
[Chorus Two: Joi + (Big Boi)]
Lights out, the time for the nighty night's overude
This is the final countdown to your swan song, you are through
All wack emcees and posers this is going out to you
Fuck boys will drop their jaws and all because here something new
(Something new, something new) ooooh-ooooh-oh-ooooh
(Something new, something new)
[Verse Three: Big Boi]
Straight out the plastic, like a pair of footies, no show
My nigga you can't no see me and thats for sho, four door
Any kind of Cadillac I go slow, what I'm smoking on
Some of that chokehold, no low, no mid
Top of the line pine, because I blow big, been here for a while
Your momma likes my style, and so do your kids
I know you love it, cuz a hater loves to hate
You need me like a junkie needs a razor blade and plate
I'm dope nigga
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two]
Shine Blockas Lyrics – Big Boi (feat. Gucci Mane)
[Intro: Big Boi + (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo
All the hoes say, (Hah, Hah, Hah, It's Gucci)
Here we go A-town! C-post!
Cutmaster Swiff, down your throat
Boy stop!!!!
[Verse One: Big Boi]
Sir Luscious Left Foot's on fire
Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try
Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit
Inking hit up after hit, This penmanship is so legit
I came equipped like a prophylactic, now they riding dicks
+Lifestyling+ on these suckers out here tryin to buy they bitch
Now they rich try to convince everybody to trick off
But a true boss done paid the cost, she giving away her drawers
Word to the +Brown, James+, she some chicken chowmein
Really mayn you done said the silly things
And the fella Dana Dane, boy, you cuffed and claimed a dame
Hey, my main thang got my last name, got all her, mayn
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty
Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?
Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up
I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty
Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute
I can't close my safe no more cause I got too much money in it
[Verse Two: Gucci Mane]
They put Gucci in a cell, did my deal went to jail
I make music, I make movies, I need Tyler Perry's cell
Loud smell coming out the Lamb', fuck it, what the hell
Gucci Mane, so I'm Gucci down, she got on Chanel
In the cut rolling stupid kush like I'm in a rush
In the club with half a pound, 150 blunts
Zone 6 Atlanta, fuck with me the longest
So I shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on
On the block with the stupid watch, boy you need to stop
When I stop everybody watch, car don't have a top
And stretch cost a stupid check, rolling up the pack
Now I'm gone, I can't even flex, Eastside where you at?
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Big Boi]
Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe,
The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can get up and walk away, shawty
With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray
Like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump
Pistol whip in my lap at all times in the 'Llac
From Atlanta to Savannah, can a nigga stop that?
Not when God's got his hands on me only the strong survive
And the weak minded are falling by the wayside
They try But which I overcome and succeed, indeed
But with success comes a great responsibility
We chose to lead not follow, It's a hard pill to swallow
Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow
[Chorus]
[Outro: Big Boi + (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
A-Town representer (Hold-hold-hold up)
East Point, College Park
Decatur, Yeah!
I got me armor on, sword and shield on deck
Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo
All the hoes say, (Hah, Hah, Hah, It's Gucci)
Here we go A-town! C-post!
Cutmaster Swiff, down your throat
Boy stop!!!!
[Verse One: Big Boi]
Sir Luscious Left Foot's on fire
Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try
Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit
Inking hit up after hit, This penmanship is so legit
I came equipped like a prophylactic, now they riding dicks
+Lifestyling+ on these suckers out here tryin to buy they bitch
Now they rich try to convince everybody to trick off
But a true boss done paid the cost, she giving away her drawers
Word to the +Brown, James+, she some chicken chowmein
Really mayn you done said the silly things
And the fella Dana Dane, boy, you cuffed and claimed a dame
Hey, my main thang got my last name, got all her, mayn
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty
Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?
Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up
I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty
Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute
I can't close my safe no more cause I got too much money in it
[Verse Two: Gucci Mane]
They put Gucci in a cell, did my deal went to jail
I make music, I make movies, I need Tyler Perry's cell
Loud smell coming out the Lamb', fuck it, what the hell
Gucci Mane, so I'm Gucci down, she got on Chanel
In the cut rolling stupid kush like I'm in a rush
In the club with half a pound, 150 blunts
Zone 6 Atlanta, fuck with me the longest
So I shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on
On the block with the stupid watch, boy you need to stop
When I stop everybody watch, car don't have a top
And stretch cost a stupid check, rolling up the pack
Now I'm gone, I can't even flex, Eastside where you at?
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Big Boi]
Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe,
The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can get up and walk away, shawty
With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray
Like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump
Pistol whip in my lap at all times in the 'Llac
From Atlanta to Savannah, can a nigga stop that?
Not when God's got his hands on me only the strong survive
And the weak minded are falling by the wayside
They try But which I overcome and succeed, indeed
But with success comes a great responsibility
We chose to lead not follow, It's a hard pill to swallow
Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow
[Chorus]
[Outro: Big Boi + (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
A-Town representer (Hold-hold-hold up)
East Point, College Park
Decatur, Yeah!
I got me armor on, sword and shield on deck
The Train Pt. 2 (Sir Lucious Left Foot Saves The Day) Lyrics – Big Boi (feat. Sam Chris)
[Chorus: Sam Chris]
We go through this everydayyyyy
Adding more to the story trying to make it more interesting
Lying to yourself like it really happened
It's like we're riding on a never ending traaiiin
Pick a stop (pick a stop), pick a lie (pick a lie)
Pick a reason to convince em that it never happened
I guess nobody really cares when we're all laughing.
I think your lie just saved the day
[Verse One: Big Boi]
But not like Captain Save
More like black Captain Kirk, because Big Boi's from some other place
Oh way deep in outer space where the freaks are not afraid
To crank that bitch in the moonlight while nobody's getting paid
Galaxies of slaves, enter Dungeon Family
With Outkast, Goodie Mob, & P.A. now were +Gnarly+ like +Barkley+
Without Harley Davidson, maybe someday you will see
Boy, we been done gave you some, the pipe has already been laid,
Foundation sturdy as ankle weights or shoe of cement
Be ready to soprout them wings or choose to cruise like a fish
We wish, but we need to pray, we don't stray away from this
Kids, common sense ain't common when your minds trapped in a fence
But mines is that intense, hence the way that I spit my shit
Cause I'm fire breathing (fire breathing) dragon in this biiitch
Which is a girl dog, yet a pitfall
For me and ya'll, songs found no bombs, but the ones rock
It's all wrong
[Chorus (w/ ad-libs from Big Boi)]
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Look up, up and I pray
Channeling that heavenly energy, There's plenty we can say
But the enemy is winning because your punk ass be afraid
But I spray what's on my mind to educate and entertain
KRS, he said it best I learned from listening to these tapes
Before I-iTunes came out and made CDs obsolete
For Reality TV would seem to be that big mistake
And now Big Brother's got these cameras deep in each and every state
While each in every rapper claims to be the heavyweight
Cause he mentions cocainia in bout everything he makke
And they wonder why them people try to pin him with that case
Cause his blow his dixie crystal pistol play was just for play, fake
Just for play play...but got them baybays
Beliving that bullshit
Just for play play...but got them baybays
FUCKED UP!
[Chorus (w/ ad-libs from Big Boi)]
[Bridge: Sam Chris + (Big Boi)]
Plus I think I, I think I {He said, he said, he said}
Sometimes I think I love it (Sometimes I think I love it)
And I think it loves me toooooo
Plus I think I, I think I {He said, he said, he said}
Sometimes Ithink I hate it (Sometimes I think I hate)
And I think it hates me toooooo (And I think it hates me too)
I think it hates me toooooo
(Just for play play...got them baybays
Just for play play...got them baybays)
[*Instruments until fade*]
We go through this everydayyyyy
Adding more to the story trying to make it more interesting
Lying to yourself like it really happened
It's like we're riding on a never ending traaiiin
Pick a stop (pick a stop), pick a lie (pick a lie)
Pick a reason to convince em that it never happened
I guess nobody really cares when we're all laughing.
I think your lie just saved the day
[Verse One: Big Boi]
But not like Captain Save
More like black Captain Kirk, because Big Boi's from some other place
Oh way deep in outer space where the freaks are not afraid
To crank that bitch in the moonlight while nobody's getting paid
Galaxies of slaves, enter Dungeon Family
With Outkast, Goodie Mob, & P.A. now were +Gnarly+ like +Barkley+
Without Harley Davidson, maybe someday you will see
Boy, we been done gave you some, the pipe has already been laid,
Foundation sturdy as ankle weights or shoe of cement
Be ready to soprout them wings or choose to cruise like a fish
We wish, but we need to pray, we don't stray away from this
Kids, common sense ain't common when your minds trapped in a fence
But mines is that intense, hence the way that I spit my shit
Cause I'm fire breathing (fire breathing) dragon in this biiitch
Which is a girl dog, yet a pitfall
For me and ya'll, songs found no bombs, but the ones rock
It's all wrong
[Chorus (w/ ad-libs from Big Boi)]
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Look up, up and I pray
Channeling that heavenly energy, There's plenty we can say
But the enemy is winning because your punk ass be afraid
But I spray what's on my mind to educate and entertain
KRS, he said it best I learned from listening to these tapes
Before I-iTunes came out and made CDs obsolete
For Reality TV would seem to be that big mistake
And now Big Brother's got these cameras deep in each and every state
While each in every rapper claims to be the heavyweight
Cause he mentions cocainia in bout everything he makke
And they wonder why them people try to pin him with that case
Cause his blow his dixie crystal pistol play was just for play, fake
Just for play play...but got them baybays
Beliving that bullshit
Just for play play...but got them baybays
FUCKED UP!
[Chorus (w/ ad-libs from Big Boi)]
[Bridge: Sam Chris + (Big Boi)]
Plus I think I, I think I {He said, he said, he said}
Sometimes I think I love it (Sometimes I think I love it)
And I think it loves me toooooo
Plus I think I, I think I {He said, he said, he said}
Sometimes Ithink I hate it (Sometimes I think I hate)
And I think it hates me toooooo (And I think it hates me too)
I think it hates me toooooo
(Just for play play...got them baybays
Just for play play...got them baybays)
[*Instruments until fade*]
Back Up Plan Lyrics – Big Boi
[Intro: Big Boi]
Put that bitch in smash mode!
Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan
(And one and two, now you know what to do)
Motherfucker let's go
Yeah-yeah, Let's go
Put your back into it like you Grandma do it, let's go
A-Town!
Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan
[Chorus + (Big Boi)]
I knew I was wrooong for thinking that she caaaared
I knew all alooong, that's whay I stay prepaaared
{And one and two, now you know what to do}
My nigga what was I to do, but find someone elseeeeeeeeee
(Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan)
[Verse One: Big Boi]
This is how it starts
Momma fell heel over head and says you was the one
Big Boi, but she calls me Antwan
So just for fun, I went along with hon
I was young, full of cum, done for the skeet skeet, not dumb
We would meet undiscretely discrete
She in heat like beitch on a leash (BIIITCH!)
No disrespect, but metaphorically she's a beeeeast
No teasing, no whining
Just bumping and grinding til we got slimey
Yeah, from that sweet stick thang, can't complain
I was hooked on the box like the hot Krispy Cremes
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Well it didn't take long for me to game peeep
It was week after week, I was seeing the same freak
I be damned if we posing for pictures and throwing rice
Maybe throwing up in Vegas while Daddy's on the dice
I might (might) just put you on the chopping block tonight
Act right and you can get my second string spotlight
But if you freaking, I'm speaking clean as a whistle
This'll be the last offical offer before dismissal
No teasing, no whining
Just bumping and grinding til we got slimey
Yeah, got the latex for the fit
Because she trying to +trick Daddy+, Slip-N-Slide on this dick!
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Big Boi w/ back up singers]
You are not the one, you are not the one
You can be my two, you can be my two
And one and one, everybody have fun
And one and one, everybody have fun
(And one and two, now you know what to do)
[Chorus]
[Outro: Big Boi]
And one and one, everybody have fun
And one and one, everybody have fun
Now two, now two, I'mm give her back to you
I'm through, nigga
I don had enough of the nast stuff
One, two, yeah!
Put that bitch in smash mode!
Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan
(And one and two, now you know what to do)
Motherfucker let's go
Yeah-yeah, Let's go
Put your back into it like you Grandma do it, let's go
A-Town!
Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan
[Chorus + (Big Boi)]
I knew I was wrooong for thinking that she caaaared
I knew all alooong, that's whay I stay prepaaared
{And one and two, now you know what to do}
My nigga what was I to do, but find someone elseeeeeeeeee
(Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan)
[Verse One: Big Boi]
This is how it starts
Momma fell heel over head and says you was the one
Big Boi, but she calls me Antwan
So just for fun, I went along with hon
I was young, full of cum, done for the skeet skeet, not dumb
We would meet undiscretely discrete
She in heat like beitch on a leash (BIIITCH!)
No disrespect, but metaphorically she's a beeeeast
No teasing, no whining
Just bumping and grinding til we got slimey
Yeah, from that sweet stick thang, can't complain
I was hooked on the box like the hot Krispy Cremes
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Well it didn't take long for me to game peeep
It was week after week, I was seeing the same freak
I be damned if we posing for pictures and throwing rice
Maybe throwing up in Vegas while Daddy's on the dice
I might (might) just put you on the chopping block tonight
Act right and you can get my second string spotlight
But if you freaking, I'm speaking clean as a whistle
This'll be the last offical offer before dismissal
No teasing, no whining
Just bumping and grinding til we got slimey
Yeah, got the latex for the fit
Because she trying to +trick Daddy+, Slip-N-Slide on this dick!
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Big Boi w/ back up singers]
You are not the one, you are not the one
You can be my two, you can be my two
And one and one, everybody have fun
And one and one, everybody have fun
(And one and two, now you know what to do)
[Chorus]
[Outro: Big Boi]
And one and one, everybody have fun
And one and one, everybody have fun
Now two, now two, I'mm give her back to you
I'm through, nigga
I don had enough of the nast stuff
One, two, yeah!
Theme Song Lyrics – Big Boi
[Intro]
Shawty what yo' number is? (ohh)
Shawty what yo' number is?
[Chorus One]
If you behave I'll, take your number baby
And then I'll save it, in a very special place
Girl I hardly know you
But you got your very own theme song (very own theme song)
Very own ringtone (your very own ringtone)
[Chorus Two]
And then I'll save it, in a very special place
Girl I hardly know you
But you got your very own theme song (your very own theme song)
Very own ringtone (very own ringtone)
[Big Boi]
Come on baby, come on baby to my jungle
Program my name and my number, under Plumber
And I'ma lock you in as the Plunger
Cause you and your mouth really do wonders
Umm, I think I still like you baby, my drawers in the backyard
I like a J when you say hit the crack hard
Her doggy-style pulled the black card?
No way we ain't tryin to take it that far
But you a star, and I'ma let you shine
I see all the signs when you showed the full moon from behind
Closed do's, come out them under-clothes
Shawty I chose you and not them other hoes
A toast I propose to all those
who know the G-code and got they very own
Sha'mon!
[Chorus One]
[Big Boi]
How do I even begin? Shit, I'm him
The B-I to the G, B-O-I, no hyphen
And then be puttin that icing on your cake
Like lightning strikes in the same place - not me
I tell 'em hurry up and waaaave
Like a jailhouse getaway driver with his foot on the braaaake
Dyin to accelerate
And tryin to get hitched, bitch I'm tryin to celebrate
Confiscate digits
Then vacate the premises, this is not the way we finish this
This is just the genesis
with the most winningest player on the team but no tennis's
I been a member since
I turned the age of innocence and if you behave then
Sha'mon!
[Chorus One]
[Interlude]
No matter where you are I hear yo' song
And I'm comin to scoop
Swoop you and sliiiide, slide inside
Slide inside you baby
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two]
[Outro]
Ooooooooooooooooooh
Very own ringtone
You got your very own ringtone
Very own, very own, very own
Ooh yeah~!
I got to save your number, save your number
Save your number, save your number
Yeah yeah yeah, save your number
Shawty what yo' number is? (ohh)
Shawty what yo' number is?
[Chorus One]
If you behave I'll, take your number baby
And then I'll save it, in a very special place
Girl I hardly know you
But you got your very own theme song (very own theme song)
Very own ringtone (your very own ringtone)
[Chorus Two]
And then I'll save it, in a very special place
Girl I hardly know you
But you got your very own theme song (your very own theme song)
Very own ringtone (very own ringtone)
[Big Boi]
Come on baby, come on baby to my jungle
Program my name and my number, under Plumber
And I'ma lock you in as the Plunger
Cause you and your mouth really do wonders
Umm, I think I still like you baby, my drawers in the backyard
I like a J when you say hit the crack hard
Her doggy-style pulled the black card?
No way we ain't tryin to take it that far
But you a star, and I'ma let you shine
I see all the signs when you showed the full moon from behind
Closed do's, come out them under-clothes
Shawty I chose you and not them other hoes
A toast I propose to all those
who know the G-code and got they very own
Sha'mon!
[Chorus One]
[Big Boi]
How do I even begin? Shit, I'm him
The B-I to the G, B-O-I, no hyphen
And then be puttin that icing on your cake
Like lightning strikes in the same place - not me
I tell 'em hurry up and waaaave
Like a jailhouse getaway driver with his foot on the braaaake
Dyin to accelerate
And tryin to get hitched, bitch I'm tryin to celebrate
Confiscate digits
Then vacate the premises, this is not the way we finish this
This is just the genesis
with the most winningest player on the team but no tennis's
I been a member since
I turned the age of innocence and if you behave then
Sha'mon!
[Chorus One]
[Interlude]
No matter where you are I hear yo' song
And I'm comin to scoop
Swoop you and sliiiide, slide inside
Slide inside you baby
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two]
[Outro]
Ooooooooooooooooooh
Very own ringtone
You got your very own ringtone
Very own, very own, very own
Ooh yeah~!
I got to save your number, save your number
Save your number, save your number
Yeah yeah yeah, save your number
Shine Blockas (Remix) Lyrics – Big Boi (feat. Bun B, Gucci Mane, Project Pat)
[Intro: Big Boi + (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo
All the hoes say, (Hah, Hah, Hah)
Yeah! Here we go A-town! C-post!
Cutmaster Swiff, down your throat
Boy stop!!!!
[Verse One: Bun B]
Hot damn, ho (ho), here we go again (gain)
Raise up off of mines, put your elbow in
Slow your roll like your off-sets is off set
You out of line, cuz you out off line, so you off net
Leather seats all wet, paint up on the Fleetwood
On this point, Jordans on my toes, did my feet good
Still got my Coogi, my shorty got a Gucci on
Flossing on the same track I hear Big and Gucci on
Now we remixed it like it's two different packs
of Kool-Aid in the same jug, and I'm feeling same, thug
This is for the boys in blue, and the G's flamed up
I'm in the big body slab, raised up, game up!
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty
Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?
Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up
I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty
Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute
I can't close my safe no more cause I got too much money in it
[Project Pat over chorus]
It's your boy....
Project Pattah
[Verse Two: Project Pat]
I still get if off with the soft and the hard
Now it's stacks that I stack for the sixteen bars
Used to dodge them laws in them stolen cars
Now I'm Escalade, sitting high with the stars
Took a shine like a star, now my head is in the clouds
And I'm papered, so I'm right back on the line
Project Pat, my dog, and I'm leading half a pound
Cousin house in the bay, on the North side of town
Man, the streets in me, so I can't say I don't miss em
Dipping through the hood plucking chicks, but I don't kiss em
She wishin that I would take her home; long stick her
Then I get her back, hit it from the back and I'm gone
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Big Boi]
Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe,
The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can get up and walk away, shawty
With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray
Like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump
Pistol whip in my lap at all times in the 'Llac
From Atlanta to Savannah, can a nigga stop that?
Not when God's got his hands on me only the strong survive
And the weak minded are falling by the wayside
They try But which I overcome and succeed, indeed
But with success comes a great responsibility
We chose to lead not follow, It's a hard pill to swallow
Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow
[Chorus]
[Outro: Big Boi + (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
A-Town representer (Hold-hold-hold up)
East Point, College Park
Decatur, Yeah!
I got me armor on, sword and shield on deck
Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo
All the hoes say, (Hah, Hah, Hah)
Yeah! Here we go A-town! C-post!
Cutmaster Swiff, down your throat
Boy stop!!!!
[Verse One: Bun B]
Hot damn, ho (ho), here we go again (gain)
Raise up off of mines, put your elbow in
Slow your roll like your off-sets is off set
You out of line, cuz you out off line, so you off net
Leather seats all wet, paint up on the Fleetwood
On this point, Jordans on my toes, did my feet good
Still got my Coogi, my shorty got a Gucci on
Flossing on the same track I hear Big and Gucci on
Now we remixed it like it's two different packs
of Kool-Aid in the same jug, and I'm feeling same, thug
This is for the boys in blue, and the G's flamed up
I'm in the big body slab, raised up, game up!
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty
Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?
Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up
I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty
Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute
I can't close my safe no more cause I got too much money in it
[Project Pat over chorus]
It's your boy....
Project Pattah
[Verse Two: Project Pat]
I still get if off with the soft and the hard
Now it's stacks that I stack for the sixteen bars
Used to dodge them laws in them stolen cars
Now I'm Escalade, sitting high with the stars
Took a shine like a star, now my head is in the clouds
And I'm papered, so I'm right back on the line
Project Pat, my dog, and I'm leading half a pound
Cousin house in the bay, on the North side of town
Man, the streets in me, so I can't say I don't miss em
Dipping through the hood plucking chicks, but I don't kiss em
She wishin that I would take her home; long stick her
Then I get her back, hit it from the back and I'm gone
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Big Boi]
Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe,
The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can get up and walk away, shawty
With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray
Like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump
Pistol whip in my lap at all times in the 'Llac
From Atlanta to Savannah, can a nigga stop that?
Not when God's got his hands on me only the strong survive
And the weak minded are falling by the wayside
They try But which I overcome and succeed, indeed
But with success comes a great responsibility
We chose to lead not follow, It's a hard pill to swallow
Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow
[Chorus]
[Outro: Big Boi + (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
A-Town representer (Hold-hold-hold up)
East Point, College Park
Decatur, Yeah!
I got me armor on, sword and shield on deck
Royal Flush lyrics - big boi (feat. Raekwon, Andre 3000)
[Big Boi]
I am the wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam
But the AK-cuatro siete over microphone in hand
Goddamn. Generation uno, Dungeon Fam
The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass
I laugh when you think that you have seen the last
But it's only the beginning my nigga don't be so fast
Pass gas, slow it down to a screeching halt
Impeach the President cuz he don't think before he talk
Iraq, got that; now he gunning for Iran
North Korea got that shit that make LA look like Japan
Our land, nah man, more like the +Caribbean+
+Billy Ocean+ body's potent take up all your strip and land this
[Raekwon]
Selling glass and blasting. Machinery sling past
Next stop: Bowling Green. Blink flashing
Glow my ass off. Po-Po they try to harass
My dough - ching cash - and I sit in my dash and vent
You know the W that come from Dirty Bast
Bird baths. Love to stunt, we got birds with gats
Fly past, buy NASA, caught up with the cash
Why blast when you know we in your crib? Bypass
I mastered. What? The treasurer of getting ass
Whip assing. Red pipe and leather; slick nasty
Sassy, but at the same time raspy
Plug me a thug, your mother eating plaster
[Andre 3000]
Styles will change. They say change is dang-erous
As a King standing on the terrace
While his partner pointing up at the riflemen
Coward shooter, never know when your life will end
Then live like there ain't no 'morrow
And if one come then this the motto
Now I put message in bottle
You go to the nearest beach and open your car door
And walk to the place where the sea meets the land
Yeah, it's easier to run the street than walk in the sand
Hey, I'm talking young man. As if chalk in my hand
I will take y'all little ass to school
It's cool when the kids call me Sunny, the hood calls me Stacks
The B's call me honey, Hollywood calls me back
Crack and I have a lot in common
We both come up in the 80's and we keep that bass pumping
That's a nega-tive comparison, embarrassing
Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate the streets consider you lame
Ha, I thought the name of the game was to have a better life. I guess it ain't. What a shame
I don't slang. Never slung but I'm one with the slum that has a name well fitting
Plenty cheese getting. No wonder why they call it the trap
So watch your tail and I'm not kidding
The rats and mice will give advice, they say, "you can paint and draw
Get out of here. Go show them that we're more than slanging raw."
That's when I broke into my Big Rube impression
And I tried to enlighten but that night I learned a lesson
That the morals that you think you got go out the window
When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo Wiis
And your child is down on her knees praying hard up to God for a whopper with cheese
Do you B) hit the street hard with a flair
Or do you A) go to school for heating and air?
Dare make an honest living or make a crooked killing
Or do a bit of both until you're holding on a million?
Brilliant. You got one foot in, one foot out
You put your left foot back in and then you shake it all about
You do the hokey pokey til you turn your life around
That's what it's all about. 3000 out
I am the wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam
But the AK-cuatro siete over microphone in hand
Goddamn. Generation uno, Dungeon Fam
The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass
I laugh when you think that you have seen the last
But it's only the beginning my nigga don't be so fast
Pass gas, slow it down to a screeching halt
Impeach the President cuz he don't think before he talk
Iraq, got that; now he gunning for Iran
North Korea got that shit that make LA look like Japan
Our land, nah man, more like the +Caribbean+
+Billy Ocean+ body's potent take up all your strip and land this
[Raekwon]
Selling glass and blasting. Machinery sling past
Next stop: Bowling Green. Blink flashing
Glow my ass off. Po-Po they try to harass
My dough - ching cash - and I sit in my dash and vent
You know the W that come from Dirty Bast
Bird baths. Love to stunt, we got birds with gats
Fly past, buy NASA, caught up with the cash
Why blast when you know we in your crib? Bypass
I mastered. What? The treasurer of getting ass
Whip assing. Red pipe and leather; slick nasty
Sassy, but at the same time raspy
Plug me a thug, your mother eating plaster
[Andre 3000]
Styles will change. They say change is dang-erous
As a King standing on the terrace
While his partner pointing up at the riflemen
Coward shooter, never know when your life will end
Then live like there ain't no 'morrow
And if one come then this the motto
Now I put message in bottle
You go to the nearest beach and open your car door
And walk to the place where the sea meets the land
Yeah, it's easier to run the street than walk in the sand
Hey, I'm talking young man. As if chalk in my hand
I will take y'all little ass to school
It's cool when the kids call me Sunny, the hood calls me Stacks
The B's call me honey, Hollywood calls me back
Crack and I have a lot in common
We both come up in the 80's and we keep that bass pumping
That's a nega-tive comparison, embarrassing
Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate the streets consider you lame
Ha, I thought the name of the game was to have a better life. I guess it ain't. What a shame
I don't slang. Never slung but I'm one with the slum that has a name well fitting
Plenty cheese getting. No wonder why they call it the trap
So watch your tail and I'm not kidding
The rats and mice will give advice, they say, "you can paint and draw
Get out of here. Go show them that we're more than slanging raw."
That's when I broke into my Big Rube impression
And I tried to enlighten but that night I learned a lesson
That the morals that you think you got go out the window
When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo Wiis
And your child is down on her knees praying hard up to God for a whopper with cheese
Do you B) hit the street hard with a flair
Or do you A) go to school for heating and air?
Dare make an honest living or make a crooked killing
Or do a bit of both until you're holding on a million?
Brilliant. You got one foot in, one foot out
You put your left foot back in and then you shake it all about
You do the hokey pokey til you turn your life around
That's what it's all about. 3000 out
Sumthin's Gotta Give lyrics - Big Boi (feat. Mary J Blige)
[Verse 1:]
You can try to run the planet
Or watch it on the news
Somebody's getting shot
The weathermans looking confused
He's reporting to a nation full of zombies
Strung out on Starbucks and bitching Abercrombie
Don't get it mized up, me too I have insomni-a, at times but don't be walking around here blind, feeling all around trying to find a righteous path.
It's a peelin when I rhyme so everytime I Hit the Bassist.
You Know the commonfolk, blue collar, day to day workers that squeeze a dollar, so maybe they can swallow, a little, not a lot, just enough to fill that bottle
But it's a million dollars a gallon for gas to get to work tomorrow.
That's if you gotta get it, can't swim and carpool, you rob peter to pay paul to make due, make you wanna write a note and take a pistol to that bank too, then pass it on the teller
But you know better
[Chorus: Mary J Blige]
They try to tell us to stay strong, but every day we losing jobs, from College Park down to Beverly Hills, Somethings Gonna Have to Give
Across the world they live in fear but it's the same thing over here.
If you can hear me on Capitol Hill, Somethings gonna have to give.
[Verse 2:]
The great debaters debate about whos the greatest MC's, subject matter don't matter because the verse is empty.
No food for thought, nothing for the brain to digest, so I guess it be about who can jive talk the best, but I give them light like the traffic I direct, aspiring they life like they was actors on my set as if I was a politic, I'm higher than a tent, I'd be a liar if I wasn't sick and tired of this mess.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mary J Blige]
Single mother in the swallows and it's no fun, but you don't really understand until you are one, a childs sick and hes losing his endurance, she wanna fix him but she ain't got no insurance.
Now we don't even wanna talk about the man's bite
Out on parole with the promise that he'll do right, but a felon has no chance for a new start, so it's back to doing hand to hand on his own life, and blacknights were all the same, and I know you feel my pain, and the only hope I have that help me deal with the drama, is that maybe in November
I'll be cheering for Obama.
[Chorus]
[Deep Voice:]
The world is too big
[Big Boi:]
Free ya mind or be stuck like porcupine, left behind that's the bottom line, gotta find that grind because the time won't come back around, get it now!
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
[Big Boi:]
Step on the stars, while your reaching for the sun, but never burn a bridge, each one teach one
If you lend a helping hand, you may never need one
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
[Mary J Blige:]
And I heard him say that every man, women, child was gonna be ok
I heard him say that they would bring home our soldiers home in one piece today, hey!
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
(Back to Mary J Blige)
But it's not that way
They been tellin us a dream
Tellin us were on the same team
Now We all gotta deal with the lies.
[Chorus]
You can try to run the planet
Or watch it on the news
Somebody's getting shot
The weathermans looking confused
He's reporting to a nation full of zombies
Strung out on Starbucks and bitching Abercrombie
Don't get it mized up, me too I have insomni-a, at times but don't be walking around here blind, feeling all around trying to find a righteous path.
It's a peelin when I rhyme so everytime I Hit the Bassist.
You Know the commonfolk, blue collar, day to day workers that squeeze a dollar, so maybe they can swallow, a little, not a lot, just enough to fill that bottle
But it's a million dollars a gallon for gas to get to work tomorrow.
That's if you gotta get it, can't swim and carpool, you rob peter to pay paul to make due, make you wanna write a note and take a pistol to that bank too, then pass it on the teller
But you know better
[Chorus: Mary J Blige]
They try to tell us to stay strong, but every day we losing jobs, from College Park down to Beverly Hills, Somethings Gonna Have to Give
Across the world they live in fear but it's the same thing over here.
If you can hear me on Capitol Hill, Somethings gonna have to give.
[Verse 2:]
The great debaters debate about whos the greatest MC's, subject matter don't matter because the verse is empty.
No food for thought, nothing for the brain to digest, so I guess it be about who can jive talk the best, but I give them light like the traffic I direct, aspiring they life like they was actors on my set as if I was a politic, I'm higher than a tent, I'd be a liar if I wasn't sick and tired of this mess.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mary J Blige]
Single mother in the swallows and it's no fun, but you don't really understand until you are one, a childs sick and hes losing his endurance, she wanna fix him but she ain't got no insurance.
Now we don't even wanna talk about the man's bite
Out on parole with the promise that he'll do right, but a felon has no chance for a new start, so it's back to doing hand to hand on his own life, and blacknights were all the same, and I know you feel my pain, and the only hope I have that help me deal with the drama, is that maybe in November
I'll be cheering for Obama.
[Chorus]
[Deep Voice:]
The world is too big
[Big Boi:]
Free ya mind or be stuck like porcupine, left behind that's the bottom line, gotta find that grind because the time won't come back around, get it now!
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
[Big Boi:]
Step on the stars, while your reaching for the sun, but never burn a bridge, each one teach one
If you lend a helping hand, you may never need one
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
[Mary J Blige:]
And I heard him say that every man, women, child was gonna be ok
I heard him say that they would bring home our soldiers home in one piece today, hey!
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
(Back to Mary J Blige)
But it's not that way
They been tellin us a dream
Tellin us were on the same team
Now We all gotta deal with the lies.
[Chorus]
Friday, April 1, 2011
Sumthin's Gotta Give lyrics - big boi (feat. Mary J Blige)
[Verse 1:]
You can try to run the planet
Or watch it on the news
Somebody's getting shot
The weathermans looking confused
He's reporting to a nation full of zombies
Strung out on Starbucks and bitching Abercrombie
Don't get it mized up, me too I have insomni-a, at times but don't be walking around here blind, feeling all around trying to find a righteous path.
It's a peelin when I rhyme so everytime I Hit the Bassist.
You Know the commonfolk, blue collar, day to day workers that squeeze a dollar, so maybe they can swallow, a little, not a lot, just enough to fill that bottle
But it's a million dollars a gallon for gas to get to work tomorrow.
That's if you gotta get it, can't swim and carpool, you rob peter to pay paul to make due, make you wanna write a note and take a pistol to that bank too, then pass it on the teller
But you know better
[Chorus: Mary J Blige]
They try to tell us to stay strong, but every day we losing jobs, from College Park down to Beverly Hills, Somethings Gonna Have to Give
Across the world they live in fear but it's the same thing over here.
If you can hear me on Capitol Hill, Somethings gonna have to give.
[Verse 2:]
The great debaters debate about whos the greatest MC's, subject matter don't matter because the verse is empty.
No food for thought, nothing for the brain to digest, so I guess it be about who can jive talk the best, but I give them light like the traffic I direct, aspiring they life like they was actors on my set as if I was a politic, I'm higher than a tent, I'd be a liar if I wasn't sick and tired of this mess.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mary J Blige]
Single mother in the swallows and it's no fun, but you don't really understand until you are one, a childs sick and hes losing his endurance, she wanna fix him but she ain't got no insurance.
Now we don't even wanna talk about the man's bite
Out on parole with the promise that he'll do right, but a felon has no chance for a new start, so it's back to doing hand to hand on his own life, and blacknights were all the same, and I know you feel my pain, and the only hope I have that help me deal with the drama, is that maybe in November
I'll be cheering for Obama.
[Chorus]
[Deep Voice:]
The world is too big
[Big Boi:]
Free ya mind or be stuck like porcupine, left behind that's the bottom line, gotta find that grind because the time won't come back around, get it now!
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
[Big Boi:]
Step on the stars, while your reaching for the sun, but never burn a bridge, each one teach one
If you lend a helping hand, you may never need one
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
[Mary J Blige:]
And I heard him say that every man, women, child was gonna be ok
I heard him say that they would bring home our soldiers home in one piece today, hey!
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
(Back to Mary J Blige)
But it's not that way
They been tellin us a dream
Tellin us were on the same team
Now We all gotta deal with the lies.
[Chorus]
You can try to run the planet
Or watch it on the news
Somebody's getting shot
The weathermans looking confused
He's reporting to a nation full of zombies
Strung out on Starbucks and bitching Abercrombie
Don't get it mized up, me too I have insomni-a, at times but don't be walking around here blind, feeling all around trying to find a righteous path.
It's a peelin when I rhyme so everytime I Hit the Bassist.
You Know the commonfolk, blue collar, day to day workers that squeeze a dollar, so maybe they can swallow, a little, not a lot, just enough to fill that bottle
But it's a million dollars a gallon for gas to get to work tomorrow.
That's if you gotta get it, can't swim and carpool, you rob peter to pay paul to make due, make you wanna write a note and take a pistol to that bank too, then pass it on the teller
But you know better
[Chorus: Mary J Blige]
They try to tell us to stay strong, but every day we losing jobs, from College Park down to Beverly Hills, Somethings Gonna Have to Give
Across the world they live in fear but it's the same thing over here.
If you can hear me on Capitol Hill, Somethings gonna have to give.
[Verse 2:]
The great debaters debate about whos the greatest MC's, subject matter don't matter because the verse is empty.
No food for thought, nothing for the brain to digest, so I guess it be about who can jive talk the best, but I give them light like the traffic I direct, aspiring they life like they was actors on my set as if I was a politic, I'm higher than a tent, I'd be a liar if I wasn't sick and tired of this mess.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mary J Blige]
Single mother in the swallows and it's no fun, but you don't really understand until you are one, a childs sick and hes losing his endurance, she wanna fix him but she ain't got no insurance.
Now we don't even wanna talk about the man's bite
Out on parole with the promise that he'll do right, but a felon has no chance for a new start, so it's back to doing hand to hand on his own life, and blacknights were all the same, and I know you feel my pain, and the only hope I have that help me deal with the drama, is that maybe in November
I'll be cheering for Obama.
[Chorus]
[Deep Voice:]
The world is too big
[Big Boi:]
Free ya mind or be stuck like porcupine, left behind that's the bottom line, gotta find that grind because the time won't come back around, get it now!
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
[Big Boi:]
Step on the stars, while your reaching for the sun, but never burn a bridge, each one teach one
If you lend a helping hand, you may never need one
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
[Mary J Blige:]
And I heard him say that every man, women, child was gonna be ok
I heard him say that they would bring home our soldiers home in one piece today, hey!
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
(Back to Mary J Blige)
But it's not that way
They been tellin us a dream
Tellin us were on the same team
Now We all gotta deal with the lies.
[Chorus]
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