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*]

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!

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

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

other songs:

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

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]