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)
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
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
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