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And the peaches and the mangos That you could sell for me What do you think my brain is made for Is it just a container for the mind? This great grey matter Sensei replied, What is your woman? Is she just a container for the child? That soft pink matter Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ohh Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you My God, shes giving me pleasure What if the sky and the stars are for show And the aliens are watching live From the purple matter? Sensei went quiet then violent And we sparred until we both grew tired Nothing mattered Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh, oh Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you My God, giving me pleasure Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure Pleasure over matter Hey, hey Since you been gone, I been having withdrawals You were such a habit to call I aint myself at all, had to tell myself, Naw She better with some fella with a regular job I didnt wanna get her involved By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe Hopped into my car; drove far Fars too close and I remember my memorys no sharp Butter knife, what a life, anyway Im building yall a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway? She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate Any of em that were un-southern, not me, cousin If models are made for modelin Thick girls are made for cuddlin Switch worlds and we can huddle then Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand Youd need no other man, wed flee to other lands Grey matter Blue used to be my favorite color Now I aint got no choice Blue matter Youre good at being bad, youre bad at being good For heavens sakes, go to hell, nah, knock on wood, hey Youre good at being bad For heavens sakes, go to hell For heavens sakes, go to hell Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood Well, frankly, when that ocean so mufucking good Make her swab the mufucking wood Make her walk the mufucking plank Make her rob a mufucking bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver
One, two, three, uh! My baby dont mess around Because she loves me so, and this I know for sure But does she really wanna But cant stand to see me walk out the door? Dont try to fight the feeling Cause the thought alone is killing me right now Thank God for Mom and Dad For sticking two together cause we dont know how Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! You think youve got it, oh, you think youve got it But got it just dont get it till theres nothing at all We get together, oh, we get together But separates always better when theres feelings involved If what they say is, Nothing is forever Then what makes, then what makes, then what makes Then what makes, what makes, what makes love the exception? So why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh Are we so in denial when we know were not happy here? Yall dont wanna hear me, you just wanna dance Hey ya! Hey ya! Dont want to meet your daddy Hey ya! Just want you in my Caddy Hey ya! Dont want to meet your mama Hey ya! Just want to make you cum-a Hey ya! Im, Im, Im, Im just being honest Hey ya! Im just being honest Hey, all right now, all right now, fellas Now, whats cooler than being cool? I cant hear ya I say whats, whats cooler than being cool? All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right Okay now, ladies Now, we gon break this thing down in just a few seconds Now, dont have me break this thing down for nothing Now, I want to see yall on your baddest behavior Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor Ah, here we go! Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, sh-shake it Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, shake it, sh-shake it Shake it like a Polaroid picture, hey ya! Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, sh-shake it Shake it, shake it , shake it, sugar Shake it like a Polaroid picture Now, all the Beyoncés and Lucy Lius And baby dolls, get on the floor You know what to do, oh, you know what to do You know what to do Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya!
People around you should really have nothing to say Me, Im just proud of the fact that youve done it your way And the weekends here, started it right Even if you only get part of it right Live for today, plan for tomorrow Party tonight, party tonight Dying to meet your girlfriends that you said you might bring If theyre the ones that tell you that you do the right thing, ooh Houston girls, love the way it goes down Atlanta girls love the way it goes down Vegas girls love the way it goes down But I gotta say, Oh, baby, oh baby, why is this so familiar? Just met her, already feel like I know the real her You must of done this before, this cant be your first time We must of been here before, its still fresh on my mind You got that shit that somebody would look for but wont find You must of done this before, this cant be your first time They keep telling me dont save you If I ignore all that advice, then something isnt right Then who will I complain to? But the weekends here, started it right Even if I only get part of it right Live for today, plan for tomorrow Party tonight, party tonight You got your guards up, I do too Theres things we might discover Cause you got a past and I do too Were perfect for each other Houston girls love the way it goes down Atlanta girls love the way it goes down Vegas girls love the way it goes down But I gotta say, Oh, baby, oh baby, why is this so familiar? Just met her, already feel like I know the real her You must of done this before, this cant be your first time We must of been here before, its still fresh on my mind You got that shit that somebody would look for but wont find You must of done this before, this cant be your first time Cause to her Im just a rapper and soon shell have met another So if tonights an accident, tomorrow well recover And I know Im not supposed to judge a book by its cover I dont wanna be in the blind but sometimes I Stevie Wonder About her, and she with it If Im with it, and Im with it I know what makes her smile but I wan know what makes her different Or should I just be realistic? Lipstick on the glass I know this aint your first but its better than your last; Tunechi You must of done this before, this cant be your first time We must of been here before, its still fresh on my mind You got that shit that somebody would look for but wont find You must of done this before, this cant be your first time Shower her with dollar tips, shawty went and bought a whip Guarantee the city remember your whole name You throw the ho a scholarship, all of them aint all equipped And this saddens me, I see the pecking order Quote on quote, bad bitches work the whole floor Those that get laughed at sit off in the corner Like a lab rat, nobody want her Niggas that are married dont wanna go home But we look up to them, they wish they were us They want some new trim, we lust for some trust Now the both of us are colorblind Cause the other side looks greener Which leaves your turf in the Boise state Cant see her play or the team, cause Everybody has an addiction; mine happens to be you And those who say they dont Souls will later on say to them, That aint true All of them will have an opinion But yall know what yall can do with them But if you unsure, Ill take you on tour To a place you can stick that in Well, sitting here sad as hell Listening to Adele, I feel you baby Someone Like You, more like someone unlike you Or something thats familiar maybe And I can tell that she wants a baby And I can yell, girl, that youre crazy Oh, what the hell? Nope, cant be lazy Please be careful, bitches got the rabies
Yeah, this one right here goes out To all the babys mamas mamas Mamas, mamas, baby mamas mamas Yeah, go like this Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times My babys drama mama dont like me She be doin things like havin them boys Come from her neighborhood to the studio, tryna fight me She needs to get a piece of the American pie and take her bite out Thats my house, Ill disconnect the cable and turn the lights out And let her know her grandchild is a baby and not a pay check Private school, daycare, shit, medical bills—I pay that I love your mom and everything But see, I aint the only one who laid down She wanna rib you up to start a custody war My lawyers stay down She never got a chance to hear my side of the story We was divided She had fish fries, cookouts for my childs birthday, I aint invited Despite it I show her the utmost respect when I fall through All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Me and your daughter got a special thang goin on You say its puppy love; we say its full-grown Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever You can plan a pretty picnic but you cant predict the weather Ms. Jackson Ten times out of nine, now if Im lyin, find The quickest muzzle, throw it on my mouth and Ill decline King meets queen, then the puppy love thing Together dream bout that crib with the Goodyear swing On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever Forever, forever ever? Forever, ever? Forever never seems that long until youre grown And notice that the day-by-day ruler cant be too wrong Ms. Jackson, my intentions were good, I wish I could Become a magician to abracadabra all the sadder Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me had I pray so much about it, need some knee pads It happened for a reason, one cant be mad So know this, know that everythings cool And yes, I will be present on the first day of school and graduation Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Look at the way he treats me Shit, look at the way you treat me You see, your little nosy-ass homegirls Done got your ass sent up the creek, G Without a paddle, you left to straddle and ride this thing on out Now you and your girl aint speakin no more Cause my dick all in her mouth Know what Im talkin about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy, cheating, beating In the year 2G, they be the same thing So who you placin the blame on? You keep on singin the same song; let bygones be bygones And you can go on and get the hell on, you and your mama Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Im sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times
I found the truth beneath your lies And true love never has to hide True love never has to hide Ill trade your broken wings for mine Trade your broken wings for mine Ive seen your scars and kissed your crime, oh Seen your scars and kissed your crime So many people that I know, theyre just tryna touch ya Kiss up and rub up and feel up Kiss up and rub up and feel up on you Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again Im gonna kiss up and rub up and feel up Kiss up and rub up and feel up on you All night long Love all night long Sweet love all night long Sweet love all night long All I wanna, aint no other We together, I remember Sweet love all night long Our love was stronger than your pride Beyond your darkness, Im your light, oh If you get deep, you touch my mind If you get deep, you touch my mind Baptize your tears and dry your eyes, oh Baptize your tears and dry your eyes So many people, I know that theyre just tryna touch ya Kiss up and rub up and feel up Kiss up and rub up and feel up on you Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again Im gonna kiss up and rub up and feel up Kiss up and rub up and feel up on you All night long Love all night long Sweet love all night long Sweet love all night long All I wanna, aint no other We together, I remember Sweet love all night long They say true loves the greatest weapon To win the war caused by pain, pain But every diamond has imperfections But my loves too pure to watch it chip away Boy, nothing real can be threatened True love breathes salvation back into me With every tear came redemption And my torturer became my remedy So many people, I know that theyre just tryna touch ya Kiss up and rub up and feel up Kiss up and rub up and feel up on you Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again Im gonna kiss up and rub up and feel up Kiss up and rub up and feel up on you All night long Love all night long Sweet love all night long Sweet love all night long All I wanna, aint no other We together, I remember Sweet love all night long How I missed you, my love
Baby lion goes Where the islands go You say you never saw this comin, well, youre not alone Million dollar renovations to a happy home My ex says she gave me the best years of her life I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right I wake up, assessin the damages Checkin MediaTakeOut Pictures of me drunk walkin out with a bitch But its blurry enough to get the fake out I wake up, all veggies no eggs I hit the gym, all chest no legs Yep, then I made myself a smoothie Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago Ándale, ándale E.I, E.I, uh-oh You had me drivin far enough to switch the time zone You was the best of all time at the time though Yeah, you wasnt mine though But I still drove thirty hours And I, I still drove thirty hours to you, yeah I remember rappin for Jay and Cam Young producer just trying to get his flows off I remember being nervous to do Victorias Secret Til I pictured everybody with they clothes off Expedition was Eddie Bauer edition Im drivin with no winter tires in December Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, like a private school for women Then I get there and all the Popeyes is finished, girl You dont love me, you just pretendin I need a happy beginnin, middle and endin Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago Its gettin hot in here, thats all that I know Got a hotel room, three stars for you You call down for an omelet, girl, its 5 in the morning You realize we at the DoubleTree, not the Aria Only thing open is Waffle House, girl, dont start with me I used the Western Union for you like its no prob Cause you was in college complainin bout its no jobs But you were suckin a nigga dick the whole time Well, I guess a blowjobs better than no job And I drove back thirty hours Where the main ties onto the sail Better on sighting For astern, oh 3 Stacks, can you help me out? Thirty hours Yeah, this type of shit you just ride out to Thirty hours Thirty hours I just be like, it was my idea to have an open relationship Now a nigga mad Now Im bout to drive ninety miles like Matt Barnes to kill Thirty hours Just to kill Just to Just to Im about to drive ninety Ninety miles like Matt Barnes just to whoop a nigga ass It was my idea and now a nigga Now a nigga mad, now a nigga, uh A stunna Whoop him after school just to show I got class Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh-duh with you, yeah You know what Im sayin? Drop some shit like that Ayy, ayy whoop him after school just to Thirty hours Whoop him after school just to show I got class Uh, 3 Stacks Thirty hours Just ride out to that Check it out: this the bonus track, this the bonus Thirty hours My favorite albums used to have like bonus joints like this Thats why they kick it off like this Yeah, just did that Madison Square Garden Thirty hours Had to put the flyest nigga on this shit, ayy, ayy The pyramids shall rise Thirty hours Look at these ultralight beams flowin For all the moms, the dads, the kids, the families that shared this moment with us Lets rock out for bout Thirty hours You know, ayy, you know Ayy, you know, ayy, you know Thirty hours Whole design team, Yeezy team, music team Remember when the whole blockd get shout out? This my version of a shout-out track Thirty hours Let that mothafucka rock, let that, let that, yeah To my brother Yasiin, holding it down in Africa Thirty hours To my family: thank you for holding me down The media be acting like Thirty hours Thats Gabe calling Yo Gabe Im just doing a— Im just doing an adlib track right now Whats up? Thirty hours Thirty hours
I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me Things I dont understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it but today Im yelling Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe Look inside of my soul And you can find gold and maybe get rich Hol up Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks But now my album platinum and shit, so what? Yall keep the numbers Im more than another statistic, my nigga This courtesy of Compton Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker Love me on the East like Im Chuck D Dominicans wish that I was born there Im lookin to be the god MC You look at my hat and see thorns there I look at the game and see porn there Im fuckin this industry hard Im bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey You thought I was fresh out the yard Dont cry to me dummy, youre a lightweight They tell me you nice and Im like wait Go get me a knife, youre looking like steak And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days And when the water reside, youre Bobby Boucher But we aint thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga I got a P89 in a suitcase I know you heard me, nigga, this is a burpee, nigga Lyrical exercise, right now, homie, Im in the extra vibe Pipe down, on the curb, when you heard that I got these words To the upper echelon, thats excellent I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me Things I dont understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it but today Im yelling Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe Up in the clouds, me and my spouse Rumors on the ground gettin too loud Please turn them shits down, cant hear myself think Turbulence, shit, almost spilled my drink In the White House with a mink Running through that bitch like its my house All up in the hall like a mall Told you motherfuckers, all I do is ball No, I dont member you, I dont intend to Empty my memory bank Its a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank Sittin next to Hillary smellin like dank Presidential pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him Ill wait Ive been in my wave like 20 years straight Ive been on my vibe like 20 years straight Dont fuck up my high, fuck up my high Nights like this, I could fuck up a pie An still be straight Fall back, bitch, I got a lot on my plate Dont waste my breath I dont know how many moons a nigga got left Back to this joint, smokin this shit like Im tryna prove a point Im the highest, the highest title, numero uno Kill my vibe, thats your motherfuckin funeral Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, niggas pissed off I ministered this generation by far Leader of the new school On my toes like a ballerina, who knew Id be Black Swan? World in my palms, ironically I am the Globetrotters best cause I didnt drop the ball Told niggas when I was 16 That Id write a 16 to put a nigga right on the big screen In the paddy wagon with six teens Should have been in the pen But now my pen write with morphine I heal niggas, touch down with more fiends I kill niggas, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket Cardio lap, was running for dear life But now Im running the map, bitch, Im here nigga Picture lil ole me giving a fuck for what a fuck nigga gotta say Nigga, you never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre You aint get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban Nigga, Puff Daddy wasnt your favorite So many washed up with detergent But I dont dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose Like blah, Mini-14 like blah Empty out another magazine like blah Let a young nigga get by I kill em all when they try to kill my vibe I am the bad, the good god, the last the hood got The last that would try to pass a good job If Shawns a black Beatle then I need a 10 second drum solo Bitch see you at Woodstock, ah!
Caroline , see, Caroline All the guys would say shes mighty fine But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time And the other half either got you Cussed out or coming up short Yeah, now dig this, now even though Youd need a golden calculator to divide The time it took to look inside and realize That real guys go for real down to Mars girls, haha, yeah I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Caroline, , see Shes the reason for the word bitch I hope shes speedin on the way to the club Tryna hurry up to get to a baller or singer or somebody like that And try to put on her make up in the mirror and crash, crash Crash into a ditch She needs a golden calculator to divide The time it takes to look inside and realize That real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Well, shes got a hotties body but her attitude is potty When I met her at a party, she was hardly acting naughty I said, Shorty, would you call me? She said, Pardon me, are you balling? I said Darling, you sound like a prostitute pausing Oh, so youre one them freaks Get geeked at the sight of an ATM receipt But game been peeped, droppin names, shes weak Trickin off this bitch is lost, must take me for a geek A quick way to eat, a neat place to sleep A rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat No go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless Regardless, we dont want to get involved with all them lawyers And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom I wanna see your support bra, not support you I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, I I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know youd like to think your shit dont stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Better come back down to Mars Girl, quit chasing cars What happens when the dough gets low Bitch, you aint that fine, no way, no way, no way Better come back down to Mars Girl, quit chasing cars What happens when the dough gets low Bitch, you aint that fine, no way, no way, no way Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be And I apologize if this message gets you down Then I CCed every girl that Id see-see round town And hate to see yall frown but Id rather see her smilin Wetness all around me, true, but Im no island Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense, I know crazy Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap, no looking back Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped Im so like a pimp, Im glad its night So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon, high jump the broom Like a preemie out the womb, my partner yelling, Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider, read some liter- Ature on the subject; you sure? Fuck it You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic If that bitch do you dirty, well wipe her ass out as in detergent Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar I know you aint a pimp, but pimp, remember what I taught ya: Keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart Ayy, keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks, these girls is smart Play your part, play your part My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover Money on the dresser, drive a Kompressor Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser Trash like to fuck with forty dollars in the club Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love She be cross country, givin all that she got A thousand a pop, Im pullin Bentleys off the lot I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red Every time we hit the parkin lot we turn heads Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary Your bitch chose me, you aint a pimp, you a fairy Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah Baby, you been rollin solo, time to get down with the team The grass is greener on that other side if you know what I mean Ill show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl When I say my girl, I dont mean my woman, that aint my style Need a real street stalker to walk a green mile We piling up the paper on the dining room table Cause you able to realize Im the truth and not a fable We rocking Russian sable, keep that chilla on the rack What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back? Im a million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitch Put my pimpin in your life, watch ya daddy get rich Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3 Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N B Cause whats a ho with no pimp, and whats a pimp with no hoes? Dont be a lame, you know the game and how it goes We tryna get chose Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah Eeny meeny decisions, with precision I pick, or Make my selection on who I choose to be wit, girl Dont touch my protection, I know you want it to slip But slippin is somethin I dont do, tippin for life Thats like makin it rain every month on schedule Let me tell you, get your parasol umbrella Cause its gonna get wetter, better prepare ya for the C support She supposed to spend it on that baby, but we see she dont Ask-ask Paul McCartney, the lawyers couldnt stop it Slaughter-slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket Send her in to outer space, I know he wish he could Cause he payin 20K a day, that bitch is eating good Like an infant on a double D titty, just getting plump Cause you miscalculated the next to the-the last pump Dump-dump in the gut, raw from the giddy up Better choose that right one or pick-pick the kiddies up Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah Ahh, I choose you baby...
Ayy Ayy, so now Im So low that I can see under the skirt of an ant So low that I dont get high no more When I Geronimo, I just go, Heh Solo, my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend So low that I can admit When I hear that another kid is shot by the popo It aint an event no more So low that no more high horses, so hard to wear Polo When I do, I cut the pony off Now theres a hole where there once was a logo, how fitting So low that I can give a fuck about what is trending Tryna cut down on my spending Regardless of winning, instead of pretending And bending over backwards Over half of these hoes had work done Sayin they want something real from a man Just saying it, we being real persons I hate that its like this, I feel for you, ant I dont know what its like with a skirt on So pardon me if I am being insensitive But darling, this only worsens So low my halo stay way low, it feels like its bent So low that when they throw pussy or pesos Dont pay no attention to it So low that I am no rookie, but feel like a kid Lookin at the other kids With astonishment while Im on punishment Watchin the summer come close to an end After twenty years in, Im so naive I was under the im— Pression that everyone wrote they own verses Its comin back different and, yeah, that shit hurts me Im hummin and whistlin to those not deserving Ive stumbled and lived every word, was I working just way too hard?
2 AM, howlin outside Lookin, but I cannot find Dont you fall asleep this time I been on a long way drive Only you can stand my mind Only you can fix inside So if I make it out tonight Lets make it a badass time Okay, I got it, copy 20/20 but I cant see nobody One eye open, Illuminati This might be the verse that make em drop me Aint makin friends, we just makin hobbies No, that wasnt my girl, that was just a hobby Call up 50, tell em load up the lobby Elevator up, no need to find me, yeah, yeah X-ray vision, see through you niggas Newspaper stand, we press the issue We aint sendin shots, we launchin missiles Checkin Third Ward, Im goin mental Fuckin up my room, Ive been rackin up incidentals Cookin on a tune, Ive been cheffin up instrumentals Nothin else to do when youre ridin in the When you ridin in the, in the back of the back seat Driver run the miles up like Im runnin a track meet Gotta watch my back now, cause these niggas at me All black in a Benz when I pull up on ya They dont want to see me in the ends, in the ends Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah To them Im a big dick, a cheque and some laughter I guess its all survival but please be careful, uh I gave up on the Bible long time ago, uh Oh, I hope it aint give up on me, I dont know, ha I came up in the town, they were murderin kids, hmm And dumped em in the creek up from where I live Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around We runnin through the sprinkler lookin around Killer would show up with boxes of pizza, uh And said he had a label recruitin people Put that on my grandma and everything, yeah My homie said he told em his name was Wayne It couldve been me or couldve been you too But what a memory, it may need interludes Whats gon patch up my inner tube So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro now, yeah In the ends, Ima kick your door down, oh yeah We keep wildin out the Mo now, oh yeah Keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya
Yeah, I was born a misfit Grew up 10 miles from the town of Ipswich Wanted to make it big, I wished it to existence I never was a sick kid, always dismissed quick Stick to singing, stop rappin like its Christmas And if youre talkin money, then my conversations shiftin My dreams are bigger than just bein on the rich list Might be insanity, but people call it gifted My face is goin numb from the shit this stuff is mixed with Watch how the lyrics in the songs might get twisted My wife wears red, but looks better without the lipstick Im a private guy and you know nothin bout my business And if I had my 15 minutes, I must have missed em 20 years old is when I came in the game And now its eight years on and you remember the name And if you thought I was good, well, then Im better today But its ironic how you people thought Id never be great I like my shows open-air, Tokyo to Delaware Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked You know I want way more than I already got Give me a song with Eminem and 50 Cent in the club You know it aint my time to call it a day I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy I can still remember tryna shop a deal From Taco Bell to TRL I climbed the Billboard charts to the top until As fate would have it , became an addict Funny cause I had pop appeal But they said time would tell if Id prevail And all I did was put nine-inch nails In my eyelids now Im seein diamond sales like Im in Zales Without a doubt, by any means If rap was skinny jeans, I couldnt do anything in em Id be splitting seams of denim when Im spitting schemes Which really means, no if, ands, or buts are squeezin in between You sleep on me cause youre only fuckin with me in your dreams Not even when Im on my deathbed Man, I feel like Ed, it isnt time to drop the mic yet So why would I quit? The thought that I would stop when Im dead Just popped in my head I said it, then forgot what I said It isnt my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy Aint nobody cold as me, I dress so fresh, so clean You can find me in my whip, rockin my Fendi drip Man, you know just what I mean Shinin, wrist with the rocks on it, Buscemis with locks on it Everything my voice on, this shit knock, dont it? Balenciaga saga, Im in Bergdorf ballin Its just another episode, my hoes, I spoil em She like the fly shit and I like to buy shit Shit, Im gettin stupid money, what else we gon do with money? Bitch, we be ballin out, the king bring you 50 bottles Tonight, we gon blow a check, worry bout your shit tomorrow The turn up be so real, we bout to be super lit Boy, Im kickin straight facts, thats just how we do this shit Tomorrow, we hangin over til we start feelin sober Then its time to start it over, here we go again You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid And its about time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy
K-K-K-K-K-K-Mac All that bullshits for the birds, you aint nothing but a vulture Always hoping for the worst, waiting for me to fuck up Youll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah Who knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean when I tell her keep it drama free Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah Chu-chuckin up them deuces Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah Told you that Im leaving, deuces Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah I know youre mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck And now Im finna throw them deuces up What you mean I aint call you? I hit you when I landed Im waitin in my hotel room Seems like were arguin more and its gettin less romantic Yeah, I think shell be able to tell soon But Ill fuck you right, I will, I fuck you right, I will Ill fuck you like no one has ever, ever made you feel I mean, this part of our relationships amazin still I might just put up with the arguin and stay, for real You lookin bad, girl, for goodness sakes You with all those curves, and me without no brakes, ooh Im willin to work it out however long it takes you You feel like you miss those happy days Well, girl, that makes two of us, our timing is wrong Your friends always tyin up every line on your phone Yeah, but tell them bitches that youll always be my missus And the hardest part about the fuckin business Is mindin your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off We just yell until we tired, then I break you off Its useless, all this fightin, lets get past it now Even when I throw them deuces, you just send it back around Your wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan Ayy, look at what we livin in, here we go with this again I just keep on talkin, but I guess that you aint listenin Rather run around with them nothin-ass bitches then Go on, got me hot, smokin like a chimney We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemies Deep inside it’s killin me, but soon its gon be killin you To see her in that two-seater, know thats gon hurt your feelings, boo Ah ha, didn’t you think you would be over me by now? So you go sleepin with them clowns, they are no relief She spoke her piece, I know, capisce So love must be let go, released, into the wind Again, again, and deuces I must throw ya, peace You know what, yo? You a bitch You should have a travel agent, ‘cause you a trip You should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit But all you got is some fuckin issues, you fuckin bitch I hate niggas, but I love your mom Give her a kiss for me, her second son Get your mind right, baby, or get your shit together You gonna be hot a little while, Ima be rich forever Girl seducers, they come in deuces But when I cut em off they always become a nuisance Niggas take my old flows and they take my old swag He just took my old bitch and turned it to his new bitch Im stupid, but I wont get my drama on What Im dealin with is too real for me to comment on Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth So when you talk bout “you know who” I dont know who you talkin bout According to my old bish, I be on some new ish She was on some oldish, now I got a new bish Think I give two-ish? You aint gonna do ish Meet my two fingers, intro-deuces If you knew better, youd do better Wanna get the middle finger, but I got two better So you gonna diss me Even though you know it’s wrong Know you gon miss me a little when I’m gone Drizzy voice Now Im ghost, baby, four-door Rizzy Royce Tryna work it out might be a bad business choice Im bout my business, boys, plus I make paper Come on, thats old news, yesterdays paper Oh, you talkin, what about? If it aint how I kept you studded out You might as well shut your mouth Youll never score another me, Ill shut it out Act like theres gum in your hair, girl, cut it out! Got a pocket full of hundreds, she the only one thats missin Got a bucket full of ice, and a watch to go with it Got a racin Lamborghini, have my homies scared to drive Haters better put their head down, they know that boy be fly All the charter planes, now I’m talkin ballers slang R.O.Z.A.Y. on that wall in that Hall of Fame I let my denim sag, red Louis belt How can you love me, baby? First, you gotta love yourself The farewell email from a female But I’m a playa, aint gonna tell you all the details What it entails is hard to say, like sellin seashells By the seashore, but she’s not a bore But neither a whore who needs to know more The kind you can’t ignore but want to open the door for Or run in your favorite store, and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it aint yours I did things for her; aint rich, aint poor I wanted to do more, but hell, I just aint know her Well enough to know if this is all she came for But enough to know tonight excited she came four Times to my cousin house to see if I was there Get your minds out the gutter, man We out here tryna have a good time And here I am, all heavy with the words where Somebody thats a nerd, likely fast forward But, shit, they asked for it It’s hard to throw up them deuces ‘Cause when you know it’s juicy You start to sound like Confucius when makin up excuses Chase Cabooses until the track gone I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin sad songs Im on some new shit Im chucking my deuces up to her Im moving on to something better, better, better No more tryna make it work You made me wanna say bye bye Say bye bye, say bye bye to her You made me wanna say bye bye Say bye bye, say bye bye to her
Yuh Uh-huh Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes, Y Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain Nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain Its him and I: Aquemini Yeah Now is the time to get on—like Spike Lee said, Get on the Bus Go get your work and keep your beeper chirping—its a must Is you on that dust or corn starch? Familiar with that smack, man? The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack-man Pacman, how in the fuck you think we gon do that, man? Riding round Old National on eighteens without no gat, man Im strapped, man, and ready to bust on any nigga like that, man Me and my nigga, we roll together like Batman and Robin We prayed together through hard times, swung hard when it was fitting But now, we tapping the brakes from all them corners that we be bending In Volkswagens and Bonnevilles, Chevrolets and Coupe de Villes If you aint got no rims, nigga, dont get no wood-grain steering wheel, for real You can go on and chill out and still build Let your paper stack stead of going into overkill And pay your fuckin beeper bill, bitch Yeah Yuh, yuh Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes, Y Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain And nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain Its him and I: Aquemini Twice upon a time, there was a boy who died Lived happily ever after, but thats another chapter Live from home of the brave, with dirty dollars Beauty parlors, baby ballers, bowling-ball Impalas Street scholars, majoring in culinary arts— You know, how to work bread, cheese, and dough from scratch But, see, the catch is you can get caught Know what you selling, what you bought, so cut that big talk Lets walk to the bridge—meet me halfway Now you may see some children dead off in the pathway Its them poor babies walking slowly to the candy lady Its looking bad— Need some hope like the words maybe, if, or probably More than a hobby When my turntables get wobbly, they dont fall Im sorry, yall, I often drift—Im talking gift So when it comes, you never look the horse inside its grill Of course, you know I feel like the bearer of bad news Dont want to be it, but its needed, so what have you? Now, question: Is every nigga with dreads for the cause? Is every nigga with golds for the fall? Naww, so dont get caught up in appearance Its OutKast, Aquemini: another Black experience Okay Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes, Y Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain Nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain Its him and I: Aquemini The name is Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax, the nigga that like them Cadillacs I stay down with these streets cause these streets is where my folks at Better know that, some say we pro-Black, but we professional We missed a lot of church, so the music is our confessional Get off the testicles and the nutsacks, you bust round, we bust back G—Get back for real niggas thats out here tryna spit facts You ear that? You cant come near that, maybe you need to quit Because Aquemini is Aquarius and the Gemini running shit Like this, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My mind warps and bends, floats the wind, count to ten Meet the twin, André Ben, welcome to the lions den Original skin, many men comprehend I extend myself, so you go out and tell a friend Sin all depends on what you believing in Faith is what you make it—thats the hardest shit since MC Ren Alien can blend right on in with your kin Look again, cause I swear, I spot one every now and then Its happening again, wish I could tell you when André, this is André, yall are just gon have to make amends Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes, Y Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain And nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain Its him and I: Aquemini Master: Finally, Igor! Weve done it, weve done it! Igor: Yes, master! Yes, master! Master: Igor, weve done it! Both: Uh-oh
Check it Well its the M-I-crooked letter, aint no one better And when Im on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Cause Im cooler than a polar bears toenails Oh hell, there he go again talking that shit Bend corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve I heard its not where youre from but where you pay rent Then I heard its not what you make but how much you spent You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but Im not worried Cause when we step up in the party; like a mouse, you scurry So go get your fucking shine box and your sack of nickels It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles Daddy Fat Sax, B-I-G B-O-I Its that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you dont listen Giving the shout-out to my Uncle Darnell locked up in prison Now throw your hands in the air And wave em like you just dont care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, O-Yea-yer Now throw your hands in the air And wave em like you just dont care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, O-Yea-yer Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral stimulation To the female gender, aint nothing better Let me know when its wet enough to enter If not Ill wait, because the future of the world depends on If or if not the child we raise gon have that nigga syndrome Or will it know to beat the odds regardless of the skin tone? Or will it feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on? Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone? They alienate-us cause we different keep your hands to the sky Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what I preach aint no lie Ill be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? Now everybody say Now throw your hands in the air And wave em like you just dont care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, O-Yea-yer Now throw your hands in the air And wave em like you just dont care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, O-Yea-yer Every day I sit while my nigga be in school Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone Honey, Im home but Im not married Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated And now Im sitting at the end of the month I just made it Like you made the B team, and like your daddys wife you making that coffee You heard the ATLiens, so back the hell up off me Softly as if I played piano in the dark Found a way to channel my anger now to embark The worlds a stage and everybody gots to play their part God works in mysterious ways, so when he starts The job of speaking through us, we be so sincere with this here No drugs or alcohol, so I can get the signal clear as day Put my Glock away, I got a stronger weapon That never runs out of ammunition, so Im ready for war, okay Now throw your hands in the air And wave em like you just dont care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, O-Yea-yer Now throw your hands in the air And wave em like you just dont care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, O-Yea-yer
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League Huh! This is special Extremely special When sixteen aint enough When sixteen aint enough Ooh, yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah When sixteen aint enough When sixteen aint enough Ooh, yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah Its funny because, its been on my mind lately Having a dope beat, a dope idea Sixteen bars aint enough! How the fuck, can I squeeze my whole life into a sixteen-bar verse? You know, so many different levels, to living your life and Depicting, with your wordplay Exactly what life means to you, and sixteen aint enough I know yall gonna feel me on this one You gotta feel me on this one, huh! Its funny how things change, funny how time fly More than my feet travel, the more that I feel fly More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account Eisenhower status, Etta James on the dash Smooth as John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac Seville, feel my life on the real We the Last Poets so this is a world premiere Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton And all I wanted was one, sixteen aint enough Talking that fast money, fifteen every month When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more Everything I ever wore was once worn before Roll with the punches now its box office numbers Dressed like Sammy Davis, steaming my marijuana Double M Gs, double M fees We in every hood, nigga: government cheese Yacht to Yachtmasters, Ol Dirty Bastard Floor seat for the Heat, paper that Im stackin Better put away a penny for the rainy days Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away Living like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles Started off with a scribble, now Im flowing a river She say my heart cold, Im naming my son December Whitney died night before the Grammys – damn, what a memory Trump Tower and I started with a 10 speed Born broke, had to use a niggas instincts Now I get a hundred racks for the sixteen Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen Niggas hating, Im just watching on the big screen Three Stacks on the beat and the kicks mean When sixteen aint enough When sixteen aint enough Ooh, yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah When sixteen aint enough When sixteen aint enough Ooh, yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah You know how sometimes you got so much to say but They on-, they only give you sixteen? Hehehe Man its like, I mean, I got so much to say The world has said so much to me And I just wanna give right back to em But, I only get sixteen, thats like a cage, you know? I really cant say what I wanna say, you know? Its just a glimpse, thats all Just one uh, one little single glimpse, just a page But I guess Im defeating the purpose of doing all this talking Aight Summer 88, or was it 89? Or was it wintertime? Aw never mind Im in my room, booming Drawin LL Cool J album covers with Crayolas on construction paper Im tryna fuck my neighbor, Im tryna hook my waves up Im tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups Before lil Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup Before my voice would break up, before wed tour them shake clubs Before my mama wake up, before my crumbs would cake up Before they tell me they love me and well never break up Before the time she makes love to someone that I thought was my homeboy But boy, was I wrong now I dont budge, dont want much, just a roof and a porch And a Porsche, and a horse and unfortunately but of course An assortment of torches that scorches the skin When they enter, intruders whose tutors did A lousy job, hows he God if he lets Lucifer let loose on us? That noose on us wont loosen up but loose enough to juice us up Make us think we do so much and do it big Like they dont let us win, I cant pretend But I do admit, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate Hence, why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches Then go grab the finest wine and drink it Like we know which grape and which region it came from As if we can name em; hint-hint—it aint, um, Welchs Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler Yall cant measure my worth But when you try, youll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods Because the odds have always been stacked against me when backs against the wall I feel right at home, yall sitting right at home All Kellygreen with envy while Im jelly beans descending Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smile With such a devilish grin, like Where the hell have you been? Shes yelling, Selling’s a sin, well, so is telling young men That selling is a sin if you don’t offer new ways to win A dolphin gon shake his fin, regardless if he gets in Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim And Flipper didn’t hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue? I miss the days of old when one could hold his gal on his arm And not set off these alarms, when camera’s snap-snap-snap Return fire, pap-pap-pap pap pap-pap pap pap They’ll learn why, mere privacy, so essential They wont make no laws, I break their laws til they see out our window I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle Forsake them all, I hate them all, don’t like em, don’t pretend to Yeah something tells me, we ain’t in Kansas anymore All that shit that used to be cool ain’t cool anymore All the women we were pursuing, now they want more And they deserve it all, don’t settle for what ain’t yours When sixteen aint enough When sixteen aint enough Ooh yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah When sixteen aint enough When sixteen aint enough Ooh, yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah Breakdown, breakdown Does your mama know you see me? Does she know youre freaky? Does she ever wonder if its bout ya I am speaking? Do you ever ponder where Im at when you get sleepy? How the hell Im gonna tell the youth dont be me? Yeah Hahahahah, hahahah, I love it Does your daddy think you perfect? Does he know for certain? Does he know how you act when you pull back all them curtains? Do he think Im 2Pac cause Im Black and put the words in? Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman? Yeah Hahahah, its funny because, we couldve short-changed you But because we love you, we go that extra mile Break it down for em, André, huh! Next level, amazing
One, two One, two, three, yeah! Inslumnational, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground Like a million elephants or silverback orangutan You cant stop the train Who want some dont come unprepared Ill be there, but when I leave there Bet Ill be a household name Weather man tellin us it aint gon rain So now we sittin in a drop-top, soakin wet In a silk suit, tryin not to sweat Hit somersaults without the net But thisll be the year that we wont forget 1-9-9-9 Anno Domini, anything goes Be what you wanna be as long as you know Consequences are given for livin The fence is too high to jump in jail Too low to dig, I might just touch hell—hot! Get a life, now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul-gold grill and a baby mama Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers Stack of questions with no answers Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days Get back home, things are wrong Well not really, it was bad all along Before you left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe Believe theres always more, ha! Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad! Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad! Uno, dos, tres, its on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone? Like that there boy and will still stay street Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team, crack fiend dying to geek OutKast bumpin up and down the street Slant back Cadillac, bout five niggas deep 75 MCs freestyling to the beat Cause we get crunk, stay drunk, at the club Shouldve bought an ounce, but you copped a dub Shouldve held back, but you throwed the punch Supposed to meet your girl but you packed a lunch No D to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl, four-year—Jordan Never turned my back on my kids, for them Shouldve hit it, quit it, rag-top Before you re-up, get a laptop Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals Make a fat diamond out of dusty coal Record number four, but we on a roll Hold up, slow up, stop, Control Like Janet, Planet, Stankonias on ya Moving like Floyd, comin straight to Florida Lock all your windows, then block the corridors Pullin off my belt cause a whippings in order Like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border Pitty-pat rappers trying to get to five Im a microphone fiend tryin to stay alive When you come to ATL, boy, you better not hide Cause the Dungeon Family gon ride, ha! Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad! Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad! Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival
Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Dont you think Im so sexy? Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Sir Lucious gots gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlos And El Dorados; so Im waking up out of my slumber feeling like Rollo So follow, its Showtime at the Apollo minus the Kiki Shepards What about a ho in a leopard-print? Ah Teddy Pendergrass, cooler than Freddie Jackson Sipping a milkshake in a snowstorm Left her throat warm in the dorm room at the A.U We blew hay too, athletes might cake you But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make cause Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Dont you think Im so sexy? Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Canary yellow seven-nine Seville is on display My nigga Bongo hooked it up, Omar gon dip my rims today So a nigga can ride out to the Honeycomb Hideout Imma show you how to wild out like Jack Tripper Let me be bambino on your snipples YKK on your zipper, lick you like a lizard when Im slizzard Or sober, six million ways to fold ya Like Noahs, I get twos of youse and you get pretty D But Ill call yo ass round eight-ish, I know youll be there for me, girl Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Dont you think Im so sexy? Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Those huge baby eyes, get to runnin off at they mouth And tellin me everything thats on your nasty mind They say youre malnutritioned, in need of vitamin D And invitin me to that tingle in your spine I love who you are, I love who you aint — youre so Anne Frank Lets hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks Rick Jamesn, no chains and whips I do suck lips til hips jerk in double time The boy next doors a freak, ha-ha! Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Dont you think Im so sexy? Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean And we are... The coolest motherfunkers on the planet And my, my... The sky is fallin, aint no need to panic But ooh ooh... I got a stick and want yo automatic Ooh, ooh, ooh... Compatible, created in the attic And we are... The coolest motherfunkers on the planet And my my... The sky is fallin, aint no need to panic But ooh, ooh... I got a stick and want yo automatic Ooh, ooh, ooh... Compatible, created in the attic Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Dont you think Im so sexy? Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Dont you think Im so sexy? Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; Im just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean
I said I see some ladies in here tonight I might marry Gone off the Belvey and ‘tron it’s too scary Baby you can have whatever you like, the tooth fairy I’ll do anything to leave here tonight with you, cherie I said I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said now what it is, what it do, homegirl aint got a clue If I get you open all the things that I would do to you Smack it up, flip it down, weigh it up, break it down Lean you to ya side yeah and ask ya who’s ya daddy now Aint even gotta open your eyes, know what your looking at And I aint even have to open my eyes when I was cooking that Guess it was love at first sight, eye contact Remember the night we first met, I caught a contact Now shes my ride or die, it’s us against the world You know we both hustlin’ so hustlin’ is our world Said I mustve had too much to drink I’m in my G-Mode So all the ladies repeat after me cause it’s the G-Code Promise if I get locked, you’ll come and pay my bond If you hear some niggas plotting on me, you’ll ring the alarm And everytime you give it to me it’s gon be the bomb And in these unlucky streets you’re gon’ be my lucky charm I said I see some ladies in here tonight I might marry Gone off the Belvey and ‘tron it’s too scary Baby you can have whatever you like, the tooth fairy I’ll do anything to leave here tonight with you, cherie I said I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I D-O, I D-O, I D-O oh oh I, Vito, promise to treat this game, i-de-al Honor the code, not bring drama to mama’s peephole Life’s a bitch but shes the only love that I know -ow -ow So la-a-dee, after the “I Do’s” lets do Mercedes Lets tie the knot, lets grab us a pot, lets make a baby Looking back, I don’t know who threw this bouquet to me But I walk down this aisle faithfully, cut that cake for me I, Jay-Z, take this unlawful lady to have and to hold And til the task force roll To hug her every corner til I get ash from the cold Or until I’ve amassed a fortune, too much cash for me to fold Fold under pressure I would never, ever, ever, ever Your secret’s I treasure, for better or worse You’ll always be my first love til death do us part Pull a hearse up, my verse up I said I see some ladies in here tonight I might marry Gone off the Belvey and ‘tron it’s too scary Baby you can have whatever you like, the tooth fairy I’ll do anything to leave here tonight with you, cherie I said I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do I said I do I do I do I do I do Nothings more attractive than a heavy praying woman To a him when those and them been defecating on me Her would sense the heaven, and him when Andre omen Baby I’m hell, save me, don’t bail Crazy I tell you all of this in the middle of a club Where words tend to get thrown around lightly like like, like-like, love Friend, rock star and So and so’s a genius So him vow to never utter him do unless him mean it Her proud like her mother and ooohh momma’s sweet So you just know that Juicy fruit aint gon’ fall too far from tree So if we ever woopty woop I want all that bleepty bleep On this nasty carpet Bixby fresh on one knee Say I do I do I do I do I do So we can float up outta here in this hot air balloon Lets put a baby butterfly up in your lil’ cocoon And maybe 2030 our baby, she’ll be nerdy make the whole club swoon Shell love books and cook and look just like you And when shes done being young, shell dress like you Well call her Love 22, shell tote a 22, the laser version
I love all your shit talkin, I love all your shit talkin’ You aint got nothin better to... do with yourself? I done proved to myself, back on that rulin’ myself I got new news to tell, act like you knew you done failed Only true know how I feel and only if you knew how I felt Sniffed a lil bootch off the nail Through with mixed messages, through with the mail Only a few in the field, little bit off for the real Its so many days I prayed to God All this pain, I couldnt seem to find a way On a mission livin, carry on Got my family, Im seein through better days Never late, pull up a seat and come grab a plate Check the date, let em hate This the type shit that they couldn’t make, watch the fakes Leave ’em buzzin, thought they wasn’t, huh? Tell all your kinfolk and cousins, huh? This is the package you ordered, huh? Beautiful madness On this road I find These scars I left behind Heaven lift me up Heaven lift me up On this road I find These scars I left behind Heaven lift me up Heaven lift me up
Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light Born from dusk to dawn, I am truly alive The satellite that sits in frame to illuminate this shaded place Hes a rose that dont belong, the music, the magic, take the lead Come on with it, mmm, come on Moments dont pass me up, no, no Cause I seize them in stride Tell them winnin never gave me in When I eternally have faith In the choices you made, its all by design Go with it, mmmm Come on, dont fuck up the feng shui Feng shui, feng shui, feng shui, feng shui I see everything with new beams, I do dream My eyes are glowing mood rings, youre boring Stop dueling with the true thing, I do think When you think too much youre removing whats moving Stuck inside a statue, look at you Go ahead and pogo, something gon catch you A petty logo, shed all my tattoos I read all the bad news that says Im too careful Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light The universe never steered me wrong The universe never lied Take me bound to the come me down The fantasy in this remedy Free from where you dont belong in the concept of time New levels, mmm, come on Moments dont pass me up, no, no Cause I seize them in stride Tell them winnin never gave me in When I eternally have faith In the choices you made, its all by design Go with it, mmmm Come on, dont fuck up the feng shui So twisted in emotional notions, oh yeah I savor your love, dont fuck up the feng shui I see every thing with new beams, I do dream My eyes are glowing mood rings, youre boring Stop dueling with the true thing, I do think When you think too much youre removing whats moving Stuck inside a statue, look at you Go ahead and pogo, something gon catch you A petty logo, shed all my tattoos I read all the bad news that says Im too careful Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light Feel Im being tested every minute Feel like yesterday I was blind, Ive been lost Seems like Ive stumbled on a path, no coincidence Truly in my essence, Ive arrived Who am I? Who am I? Dont remind me Too alive, too alive, new arriving You were right, I was left in it before To the light, to the light, I am Carol Anne Parallel to paradise I reach out for my lifeline The angels laugh in paradise They say I am my own lifeline, look in you To the night, to the night Im abandoned To deny, to deny, what a sandpit Couldnt I, couldnt I have an angel? To the light, to the light, I am Carol Anne So twisted in emotional notions, oh yeah I savor your love, dont fuck up the feng shui I see every thing with new beams, I do dream My eyes are glowing mood rings, youre boring Stop dueling with the true thing, I do think When you think too much youre removing whats moving Stuck inside a statue, look at you Go ahead and pogo, something gon catch you A petty logo, shed all my tattoos I read all the bad news that says Im too careful Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light
Lyrics from Drakes radio show on SiriusXM Its after hours at that glamorous blind spot Where theyre taking it easy, swapping personal experiences Lets listen in America Today Life of the party, mhm, til I almost cry, mhm Its the life of the party, to think I couldve almost died Lord, help us Hey, Miss Donda You run into my mama, please tell her I said, Say something Im startin to believe aint no such thing as heavens trumpets No after-over, this is it, done If theres a Heaven, you would think theyd let ya speak to your son Maybe she has in the form of a babys laugh I heard passing by in a stroller remindin me, Hey, keep rolling I dont know, maybe she has with a prick of a blade of grass Ive been layin on way too long, got me itchy Got up and roamed a lil more Miss Donda, you see my mama, tell her Im lost You see, shed always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough Exaggeratin a lil bit so she get the point Tryna get her to stop smokin, I would leave and fire up a joint Til I quit, started back up again, twenty years later All that time, yall thought a nigga was high, thought I was crazy My mom, she aint cut no corners Got me back on track, I dont miss her overstepping But do miss her showin Seven civilian life shit Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama whisper her this: The real reason I was geeked to go to church Must confess, when yall grown-ups would be in Bible study That girl helping me with my homework? Her and I were fuckin So pure and perverted, so spirit spinning and dirty So on, so on and so on, we hoped that no one heard us Sh-sh, ah, ah And to this day, I think her mama knew but let us explore Miss Donda, you see my father, please, ask him: Why he never married? Always smiled, but was he happy inside? Because I carried my mothers name, did he carry shame with him? Im sure she did it out of spite, it was her decision at birth Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby Two young people with different views, a lot for a young lady No coincidence, they both passed away from heart conditions Theres a dissidence at play, dad and mom do hard division Three Thou, poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers Im supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled Keeps me around, for what? I dont know But I do know that its crucial, that we do so, pronto I dont know how much long though Mama, your son in the red hat Had suffered set-backs, had, shouldnt-have-said-thats Had made everyone mad He made 808s so hes everyone dad, know he ever gets sad Hotel rooms by the shore, close my eyes, I can see more Nobody punkin me, nobody pressure me, nobody gangsta me Especially when the gangstas eat thanks to me And my favorite principal name was Mrs. Wooten She was strict, the perfect instructor for young Putin Vladimir, just so that is clear Whom should we fear when we know Dad is here? Daddys right here, Daddys right here I dont play, boy Over yall dead body fore my daughter pose in Playboy We dont condone over-sexualization of the kids in the home Battery in my back This house of pain wont ever last CyHi told me to my face that SICKO MODE was his biggest song Well gon cause Donda was the best ghostwriter I ever had South Park had jokes about fish sticks Til this day, the whole team can kiss this dick I put Virgil and Drake on the same text And it wasnt about the matching Arcteryx or Kid Cudi dress Just told these grown men, Stop it with the funny shit I might hire the whole team from ACG So dont text me like Im Juanita JCV Or more important, Monica Corgan, who was there for me Somebody really there for me was rare for me That was new air to breathe When I was underappreciated, undervaluated Stockholders told me, Board rooms will bore you Cant remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lords rules Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi Told Drake dont play with me on GD And he sent that message to everybody So if I hit you with a W-Y-D You better hit me with, Yes sir, Im writing everything you need I told you I was gonna take the summer back So any of the cap, wont take none of that Where my motherfuckin red hat? Security and the nannies be forever handling I cant stand it when theres talks about puttin the kids back in Sierra Canyon when daddy got his own school Trav, smile for these white people if you want While we build a team to get Hoover out the joint I do what I want, bro, in my life Serve and protect long as its my wife Screaming on M-A-Ns for trying to lower the percentage of SKIMS See, I was going in Back when they thought I was only making Ms, now its nine-billi You aint gotta like me, but you feel me Do yall feel me? Really? Get off Scott Free, Im talking Ridley Get off our knees, thats if youre with me Get off your knees, thats if youre with me Get off your knees and lets get free Get off your knees and lets get free Quickly, I mean really Really, I mean really I need release, I dont need police Im like, Nigga, please, yall cant hear me , for the real me For the real me, I mean For the real me , for the real me Alright, its gonna shoot us in the- woah, uh-oh, uh-oh Ready mama? Im so proud of you, yup, youre gonna have so much fun They gonna shoot us in the air, mama, okay? Cmon, P, I got you, its okay, mama Hold your head back, hold your head back Daddys here, daddys here, daddys right here Its okay, mama, daddys here, daddy here Help, help, daddys right here, Im scared Okay, okay, I got you, its okay Okay, we goin slow, we goin slow down Its okay, stop cryin, daddy got you, see, its over, you did it, P! You already did it! See? Its already over! Yay! You did it! Big Girl! Its already over! Its already over, its already over Daddy right here, daddy right here I told you Im not gon let you go Im not gon let you go, mama, okay? Daddy got you, daddy gon bring us all the way down, okay? How was it? You did a good job Good job!
Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Dickie shorts, Lincolns clean Leanin, checking out the scene Gangsta boys, Biggas lit Ridin out, talkin shit Nigga, where you wanna go? You know the club dont close til four Lets party til we cant no more Watch out, here come the folk—Damn Oh, Lord As the plot thickens, it gives me the dickens, reminiscent of Charles A lil discotheque nestled in the ghettos of Niggaville, USA Via Atlanta, Georgia A lil spot where young men and young women go to experience they first little taste of the night life Me? Well, Ive never been there Well, perhaps, once, but I was so engulfed in the Ol E, I never made it to the door You speak of hardcore While the DJ sweatin out all the problems and troubles of the day While this fine, bow-legged girl, fine as all outdoors, lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear Competing with Set It Off in the right But it all blends perfectly, if you let the liquor tell it Hey, hey—look, baby, they playin our song! And the crowd goes wild, as if Holyfield has just won the fight But in actuality, its only about 3 a.m., and three niggas just done got hauled off in the ambulance, sliced up Two niggas done started busting—Wham! Wham! And one nigga done took his shirt off, talking bout, Now, who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court? Its just my interpretation of the situation Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Yes! When I first met my SpottieOttieDopalicious angel I can remember that damn thing like yesterday The way she moved reminded me of a brown stallion horse with skates on, you know? Smooth, like a hot comb on nappy-ass hair I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed Her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup Eyes beaming like four karats apiece, just blindin a nigga Felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential My heart was beating so damn fast Never knowing this moment would bring another life into this world Funny how shit come together sometimes, you dig? One moment, you frequent the booty clubs, and the next four years, you and somebodys daughter raisin yall own youngn Now, thats a beautiful thang Thats if youre on top of your game and man enough to handle real-life situations, that is Cant gamble feeding a baby on that dope money Might not always be sufficient But the United Parcel Service and the people at the post office didnt call you back because you had cloudy piss So now, you back in the trap Just that: trapped! Gon and marinate on that for a minute Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja
One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show A couple of years ago, on Headland and Delowe Was the start of something good Where me and my nigga rode the MARTA through the hood Just tryna find that hookup Now everyday we looked up at the ceiling Watching ceiling fans go round, tryna catch that feeling Off instrumentals, had my pencil, and plus, my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock Doing the hole-in-the-wall clubs, this shit here must stop Like Freeze! We making the crowd move But we not making no Gs and thats a no-no Check it, a-one-two, a-one Two dope niggas in the Cadillac, they call us Went from Players Ball to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging Niggas say motherfuck that playin, they payin, we stayin, layin vocals Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they making big noise Over a million sold to this day; niggas, they take it lightly 96 gon be that year that all yall playa haters can bite me Im out this bitch Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger Looking to fill me belly with that Rallys, bullshit Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys Smoking them White Golds before them blunts got crunk Chunky asses, passes getting thrown like Hail Marys And they looking like Halle Berrys So, so fine, intertwined, but we aint sipping wine Wes just chilling, Im the rabid villain, and Im so high Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood Where I live at, them rats know, Momma, I want to sing But, momma, I want to trick, and momma, Im sucking dicks, now We moving on up in the world like elevators Me and the crew, we pimps like 82 Me and you like Tony! Toni! Tone! Like this, East Point and we gone Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Got stopped at the mall the other day Heard a call from the other way that I just came from Some nigga was saying something, talking bout smoke something Hey, man, you remember me from school? No, not really But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly And he kept asking me, What kinda car you drive? I know you paid, I know yall got beaucoup hoes From all them songs that yall done made And I replied that I had been going through the same things that he had True, Ive got more fans than the average man But not enough loot to last me to the end of the week I live by the beat like you live check-to-check If it dont move your feet, then, I dont eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes From Virginia, this aint gon stop, so we just gon continue Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you
Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Cut it up, oh, oh, oh! Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Uh-cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Uh-cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbin every city then we headed to that Bat cave ATL, Georgia, what do we do for ya? Bulldoggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy, you sounding silly, think my Brougham aint sittin pretty Doing doughnuts round you suckas like them circles around titties Damn, we, the committee, gon burn it down But us gon bust you in the mouth with the chorus now, say Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say, ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate then activate the left and right brain Said, Baby boy, you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past, your assll be a has-what Thats one to live or either thats one to die to I try to just throw it at you, determine your own adventure André, got to her station, heres my destination she got off the bus The conversation lingered in my head for hours took a shower Kinda sour cause my favorite group aint comin wit it But Im witcha cause you probably goin through it anyway But anyhow, when in doubt, went on out and bought it Cause I thought it would be jammin But examine all the flawsky-wawsky Awfully sad and its costly, but thats all she Wrote and I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shits creek, Its weak is the last quote That I wanna hear when Im goin down When alls said and done and we got a new joe in town When the record player get to skippin and slowin down All yall can say is, Them niggas earned that crown, but until then Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Say ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Its just major right here, you know what Im saying, yo son, my niggas, your niggas is on it man, straight up man Word man, glad we got together to do this, you know on time-outs, everybody North, South, East, West, you know what Im saying, we doing this thing right here straight up for hip-hop We handling the Earth right now you niggas dont even know For sure You know what I mean? If it wasnt for us tryna enlighten yall niggas with all types of flows and flavors, the game wouldnt be the same You gotta keep it innovative and new, creative. You know what Im sayin? Some people dont wanna hear the same old thing over and over No doubt, you gotta come provocative nigga, know what I mean? Shit gotta be spine-tingling with mad styles and crazy dangerous, I mean, bust-ya-shit-open beats, you know what I mean? Its like yo, niggas dont even know, son, yo we gon play some funky shit for ya Thats right Straight up, pay up, pay up nigga From East Point to Shaolin, yall better know that, yeah! Hit this Henny
Somebody hit me the other day for a rendezvous Was it the bitch that fucked the Goodie and the Dungeon Crew? Lets say her name was Suzy Skrew cause she screwed a lot Making a nigga hit that chonk at legitimate spots Not no parks, backseats, or things of that nature Had to hate you, playa Im dicking the ho down—never said I paid her Straight laid her, slayed the bitch like Darth Vader, made her From College Park and Fayette all the way down to Decatur Like Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty—that was shawty Safe as a snake on eggs in a Bimmer 840 Its foggy, I went to the crib to call her but she lost me My baby mama beeped me, seven oclock, its gonna cost me But I still wanna cut her, though—maybe she had to work? I caught her in the mall, wearing a real tight skirt She was fine as fuck; I wanted to sex the ho up She said, Lets hit the parking lot so I can sick your duck I said, Cool, I really wanted to cut you but thisll do I gotta pick up my daughter, plus my baby mama beeped me, too She said she understood and everything was kosher I gave her a Lil Wil CD and a fuckin poster Its like that, now Its like that, now You better go on and get the hump up out your back now Its about four or five cats off in my Lac now We just shoot game in the form of story raps now Its like that now, ts like that now Now Suzy Skrew had a partner named Sasha... Thumper I remember her number like the summer When her and Suzy, yeah, they threw a slumber Party, but you can not call it that cause it was slummer Well, it was more like spend the night Three in the morning, yawning, dancing under street lights We chilling like a villain, and a nigga feeling right In the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite of all the bullshit We on our back staring at the stars above Talking bout what we gonna be when we grow up I said, What you wanna be? She said, Alive It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes I coulda died, time went on, I got grown Rhyme got strong, mind got blown I came back home to find lil Sasha was gone Her mama said she with a nigga that be treating her wrong I kept on singing my song and hoping at a show That I would one day see her standing in the front row But two weeks later, she got found in the back of a school With a needle in her arm, baby two months due Sasha Thumper Its like that now You better go on and get the hump up out your back now Its about four or five cats off in my Lac now We just shoot game in the form of story raps now Its like that now, its like that now Its like that now You better go on and get the hump up out your back now Its about four or five cats off in my Lac now We just shoot game in the form of story raps now Its like that now, its like that now Grandmama: Keisha, Keisha! Cut that loud mess off, you hear all that thunderin and lightnin, and get off that telephone! Keisha: Ugh, alright Child 1: Grandmama, what’s all that noise? Child 2: I’m scared Grandmama: Baby, don’t be scared. Its gonna be alright. It’s just the Lord doin His work, okay?
You a bad girl, and your friends bad too We got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu You a bad girl and your friends bad too You got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu I may be young, but Im ready To give you all my love I told my girls you can get it Dont slow it down, just let it go So in love, Ill give it all away Just dont tell nobody tomorrow So tonight, Ill do it every way Speakers knocking til the morning light Cause we like to party, hey! Hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! Cause we like to party, hey! Hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! Cause we like to party! Your touch is driving me crazy I cant explain the way I feel Top down, with the radio on and the night belongs to us Just hold me close, dont let me go So in love, I dont care what they say I dont care if theyre talking tomorrow Cause tonights the night, oh-oh-oh-oh That I give you everything Music knocking til the morning light Cause we like to party! Set the scene, 3000 degrees I aint worried about them, fuck niggas over there But they worry about me I got a homeboy named Butter And another homeboy there, nigga named Cheese Fuck with me, baby, I’ll make it milk till it drip down your knees Spit this shit for real-o, Brain Brillo Kiddo say he looks up to me, this just makes me feel old Never thought that we could become someone elses hero Man, we were just in the food court eating our gyros Yesterday, thats the way, every single morning I try to pray Grandmom and them they never forgot And nothing else really mean nothing to me I aint studying the beat Talking to me? Girl, why you fucking with me? Move on there aint nothing to see Pshh, always something to saw Im the raw, off the rip, cause of him All of them, will remem-ber the min- Nute they fell in love with rap, black like having your cousin back Blue like when that rent is due Cream like when Im loving you, yeah So in love, Ill give it all away Just dont tell nobody tomorrow Cause tonights the night, oh-oh-oh-oh That I give you everything Music knocking til the morning light Cause we like to party, hey! Hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! Cause we like to party, hey! Hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! Cause we like to party! You a bad girl, and your friends bad too We got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu You a bad girl and your friends bad too You got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu
My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hol up You bogus in the Lambo if you aint lifting the door up You bogus poppin pills if you aint pickin the ho up You bogus running out on your kids, my nigga, grow up For Gods sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake For large stakes, let the hammer bang, broad day Ayy, never mind what the blogs say This what my mind and my heart say My philosophy: profit off of my properties Get it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot Officially solid, all you wish you could get—I got it Unlimited titanium, nigga, whats in your wallet? Out of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude Where you clowns couldnt have got a cap and gown if you bought it I parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds Hustle January, July, fly to Dubai A broke nigga telling me bout how Im dividing the pies Like a blind nigga telling me its an eye for an eye Bullheaded and stubborn, Ill be that way til I die But find a nigga with more hustle than me—I dare you to try And according to the hand on my Audemars Its my time to shine, so fuck yall What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? The fact is you cant please everybody You cant please everybody What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker I guess thats why I dont trust a motherfucker Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at his brother Go to prison, in love with a bitch, and a nigga fuck her I seen real Gs destroyed by real suckers Innocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted Such a horrible truth, but you see it over and over Its nothing; you numb to it, and your heart grow colder Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover Fuck it; justify your action with stacking your dough up He show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda Just enough for me to blow up; nigga, hold up Switch the flow up, cause these niggas be snitching so much I promise all they missings a badge, coffee, and donut Go to jail—so what? Never see my integrity perish That aint the Harris way, study my pedigree Promise Im one of the only ones who keep it a hundred Prolly why I think they all out to get me, you cant convince me Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy To make my partners resent me enough to come and get me Catch me slipping and hit me just like they did 50 Cause Im in the position that he think he should be given Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is Im on a narrow path and we all cant travel What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? The fact is you cant please everybody You cant please everybody What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? What it aint? What it is? Even if you gotta live I learned that apartments way more exciting Than a big-ass house on a hill I used to be a way better writer and a rapper When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche Feeling like Im going off a course Cut these fuck niggas off Negative in my life, scream that til Im hoarse Duck these, get the fuck off me, projectiles Bitch, he aint really got a choice Im living my life live yours I dont even like rapping fast But thats how the world come to me Talk to me sideways, nigga, thats your ass Slow it down This that shit thatll make you call your mama Say, Hey, Im sorry for begging For all them clothes you couldnt afford And this the type of shit thatll make you call your rap partner And say, Im sorry Im awkward, my fault for fuckin up the tours I hated all the attention so I ran from it Fuck it if we did But I hope we aint lose no fans from it Im a grown-ass kid, you know I aint never cared about no damn money Why do we try so hard to be stars just to dodge comments? And this that shit thatll make you call your baby mama When you gone on half a pill Dont know why, but thats how it is Then you take a flight back to the crib Yall make love like college kids And you say all the shit you gon do better We can try this shit again Round the time the dope wear off You feel stupid, she feel lost Thats that dopamine, I mean dope— I mean, you think Cupid done worn off Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed Baby boy face full of applesauce Maybe should have stayed but it aint yo fault Too much pressure, I peel off, Im sorry Was young and had to choose between you And what the rest of the world might offer me Shit, what would you do? Well, Id probly do it differently if second the chance Only if some cool-ass older man Wouldve let me know in advance Theres this quarry that is dug so deep in a fathers chest When he feel that hes broken up his nest And he figures, shit—he was just doing the best that he could Which end up being the worst that he could And all some pussy nigga on the Internet can say Is, That verse aint good Its boring? Boring? Really? Hahahaha When Im disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and Told so many lies, I dont know what to believe I discussed it with this girl and this is what she said She said, Lay down, baby, baby, rest your weary head, ugh A lovely distraction, but my mind dont wanna rest But my body disagree, so I laid up on her breast, yes Ooooh, you so fucking fine, I Woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind Ooooh, who pulls your ponytail? Who knows your body well, huh? What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to?
I, I, I left no time to regret Kept my dick wet with that same old bet Oh, and you, you and your head high And your tears dry Get on without your guy And I, I, I went back to what I knew So far removed from all we been through Oh-oh, and you, and you, and you, you tread a troubled track Your odds are always stacked Youll go back to black We only said goodbye with words I know a hundred times I go back to her and you go back to You go back to I, I love you much Its not enough I love blowing, you love puff And life is like a pipe And Im a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her and I go back to We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her and I go back to I go back to black
These red roses damn near turn to ashes If I keep it real, you wont understand it These dirty blogs got your mind damaged Ill walk a million miles to see you happy I hope she dont think that I think that she some kinda ho I dont care, that just lets me know that She knows what she wants, yeah Baby, I wont judge Freak, freak, freak, freak Now Im sure that She knows what she wants, yeah Freak, freak, freak, freak I aint gonna hold you, baby, I like what I see That print in them sweatpants got me weak off in my knees Ive been thinking bout you since we met at No I.D.s If youre free tonight, I think that you should come see me Uh, oh Dont be scared of my aggression Oh Just dont get the wrong impression I hope she dont think that I think that she some kinda ho Freak, freak, freak, freak I dont care, that just lets me know that She knows what she wants, yeah Baby, I wont judge Freak, freak, freak, freak Now Im sure that she knows what she wants, yeah Freak, freak, freak, freak You like the way I wink at you? I cant never have a hater bone inside my body I just like it better when my girl do her pilates I wanna dress you up and have you fresher than a stylist Think about any drama when your body traumatizing You so caught up in the hype, you coulda easily been my wife I see the way your friends look, they already thinkin Im sheisty They misunderstood me when they say Im Jesus Christ I just want you to worship me, I like what I like Ill feed you to the wolves if you dont talk to me nice They gon try to crucify me They think we worship luminati I take my heart and I go hide it Oh-oh-oh-oh After all, I just hope you dont think that Im some kind of ho I dont know, he just makes me feel like He knows what he wants, yeah Freak, freak, freak, freak Baby, I wont judge Freak, freak, freak, freak Oh-oh-oh, oh-woah Now Im sure that he knows what he wants, yeah Yeah, I chose happiness over everything Over anything and its everything Yeah, happiness over everything Over anything and its everything to me
Im a pale imitator of a boy in the sky With a cap in his head and a knot in his tie Im the light in the mall when the power is gone The shadow in the corner, just playing along Im only laying in my bed, Im rolling aside But if I get a car, Im hoping to ride Because I know if I ever say Im leaving to you Youve gotta volunteer, and you dont know what to do Youre soft You wanna do it, but you dont know what youre doin, baby You wanna feel it but you dont know what youre feeling tonight And if youre thinking that I dont know what youre thinking, baby You do more thinking and Ill go out and make it alright I’m impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo I’m at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and soul I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead And if I ever had to do it, well, you know I wouldn’t care I just kicked down, I love when I’m seen Yeah, and if I wanna talk back, the message is free Then there’s a fire, a ray, a knot in sight And if you get popped here, you get ‘em a lot You get a heart, break You wanna do it, but you dont know what youre doin, baby You wanna feel it but you dont know what youre feeling tonight And if youre thinking that I dont know what youre thinking, baby You do more thinking and Ill go out and make it alright Every time we try, we get nowhere Wouldnt it be nice if we were just normal people? Yeah Trying so hard to act like we dont care But its true, you do, nothing is left So I guess Im right New word, onomatopoeia Quit actin like you dont wanna be here Fuck around and get jumped like leap year Glock in the glove make you really wanna leave me, alone Get the fuck on, gone Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy song Rap aint nothing but the art of talkin shit My girl look pretty up there riding dick My plaid past, my solid future Asinine ass and a gorgeous coochie Im an OutKast but youre into me Summer got mad cause the winter blew me That Juicy Fruit, that splooshy sploosh Generation X on bloopty bloop Get duked, gotta get duked, the duke Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof Like a chimney, I commend me How come it be, some lame ass nigga talking about Ah, he dont rap enough But yall rap a lot and Im like Wrap it up, hoe You aint Scarface, you aint Willie D You aint Bushwick, you aint killin me Better play with your motherfuckin momma Bet you still stay with your motherfuckin momma Keep sleeping on me, Ima rock my pajamas In the daytime, I swear, I promise Dare a nigga say something, tear a nigga face off How come Blacks dont play baseball? Yall white, know yall can taste all this Fly shit, I stay finna take off Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing You aint fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Wait, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane Bet it up, head erupts A lava language in a vocal volcanic If it aint fixed, dont broke it, dont panic If it aint this, it aint shit, goddamn it If it aint this, it aint dope, it dont flush And if it aint hip, it dont hop, well then hush Man, they sound like, man, they stole your Man, they look like—nope, it aint us Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Wait, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing You aint fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang Every time we try, we get nowhere Wouldnt it be nice if we were just normal people? Yeah Trying so hard to act like we dont care But its true, you do, nothing is left So I guess Im right Flip the page, our days are revelatious Space is strange, doctor, Ive got no patience Oh, its all a part of the process Nothings new, its true, cool, I admit Shit, I guess youre right
Watch Watch Yall niggas overdoin it You gotta slow that shit down Take your time, reevaluate your shit, it dont matter Niggas aint got money, aint got time Fuck it, just say this shit You and me Gon live together in this perfect harmony I can hear em callin me Weve come a long way since H.O.C. You and me Gon live together in this perfect harmony I can hear em callin me Weve come a long way since H.O.C. I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai Who I name William after cause I get bills from these beats Fuck the industry, you know we keepin it real up in these streets Came up in a world thats off its axis All thats promised, death and taxes Dont give a fuck who be rhyming the fastest, my anxiety Make me spit it a mile a minute Im stuck in a clinic like Flynn Montgomery Take a step back, tell me right now, boy, just what your summary Creeping through fireside Smash the window of that fire ride Just to see what we can snatch from up inside Til the flashin lights come round that corner then we run and hide Prayin to God up in Heaven, eleven at night and I got no alibi My damn, dip to Stewart Town Best not come round these parts if you new in town Wonder what my homies from back in the day livin at, are doin now Running with my sister Jeannie, schooling me like Mr. Feeny This is the first time I heard a gunshot on the block Growing pains , this the type of shit dont never stop Here come the cops Shooting up the hood like Black Ops Cause trigger-happy police tend to trigger happy people And some people who believe we not equal shoot up the steeple My God, if you exist then why do you make life so hard? If you exist the way you think is avant-garde If you exist you got a funny way of showing it What happens in the afterlife? These people think they knowin shit And on that note, I keep it G Like track four, Kick in the Door by Notorious B.I.G. Dont believe me, look that shit up, I promise youll find the key To that punchline, feelin just fine Let the abyss of my mind, my mind consume Snap my fingers like Thanos and Bobby Boy bringin the doom Cause Im 6:30, killin shit, hands down and dirty That white boy cant rap, he talk good and act nerdy I just texted Erykah Badu To let her know what Im gon do Sample Dreamflower by Tarika Blue Thats cool with you? Yeah, thats fine, baby, all gravy Long as you know you my baby And I beat yo daddy like if he ever cheat on me I mean she dont own the sample but she might as well Cause her and Dilla paved the way for all I got, and, well Ima show my gratitude, no attitude, no auto-tune like T-Pain Doin Unplugged, Im unplugged, like Trinity Wonder how the people gonna remember me, goddamn Switch up the plan We all say it, we all claim it but its no use The greatest rapper alive is probably stacking produce Introduce you to my train of thought Snapping on a track like the illest conductor With no contradiction I brought my heart to the table Fact and never fiction, fuck a fable Ready and willing you better believe Im able to spit Power through these lines faster than fiber-optic cable, Im gone You and me Gon live together in this perfect harmony I can hear em callin me Weve come a long way since H.O.C. You and me Gon live together in this perfect harmony I can hear em callin me Weve come a long way since H.O.C. Watch From the bottom When you come from the bottom, you aint get no chances, man Ima do this shit til the Fourth Of July, blow up straight to the sky Nigga fuck it, we high I remember when a nigga had to ask for money Its been a long time since I had to do that shit This shit aint free I got the roof over my head and a bed, nigga, my bitch givin me head Id rather get money instead Man, its Bobby Boy Records in this bitch Yall niggas better write this shit down Cause 10 years from now, we on top And we aint never gon stop All money in This album marks the reunion of Logic and No I.D. For the first time in six years Since the inception of its predecessor
Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Okay, challenge Leave your phone unlocked and right side up Walk out the room without throwin your bitch off balance Its either on or off, aint no in between when its valid I seem to wanna talk more and more bout what really matters Ive seen my aura hop out my torso and hit her backwards Flip, watchin you skip down my corridor, fuck a ballad Dont need shit on the side no more, all entreé, fuck a salad I often have awesome thoughts of tossin this softer palate So when we fall any wall, any stall, any crawl, any pause Any scar, any tar, any dark will dissolve, kill them all Build-A-Bear, build them all, build it where it wont fall Give it all, give it my all, yeah Dont wear any drawers, any bra, anymore, in it raw, isnt it raw? Im in awe, Im involved, common law, cummin on stomach wall Kermit frog jump off London fog Bridges in the midst of callgirls my woman calls Unicorn, you my porn I dont know I dont know I dont know, I dont know, I dont know I dont know Will this bitch click over for me? I mean will this woman click over for me? Over for me? Over for me? Is it over for me? Over for me? Over for me? I dont know I dont know I dont know, I dont know, I dont know I dont know Is this bitch gettin over on me? If I go there will she go there with me? Should I, I not be so open, I mean? Open, I mean? You know what I mean? Know what I mean? I dont know I dont know I dont know, I dont know, I dont know I dont know, I dont know, I dont know, I dont know Will this bitch click over for me? I mean will this woman click over for me? Over for me? Over for me? Is it over for me? Over for me? Over for me? I dont know I dont know, I dont know I dont know, I dont know, I dont know I dont know Is this bitch gettin over on me? If I go there will she go there with me? Should I, I not be so open, I mean? Open, I mean? You know what I mean? Know what I mean? Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, hello, hey, hello, hello Hello, its me, its me, baby I thought about us for a long, long time Maybe I think too much but somethings wrong Something that said it doesnt last too long, too long Maybe I shouldnt think of you as mine, mine, mine, mine, mine But I cant help it, baby See you, see you I see it that you want, as much as I do you I take for granted, that youre always there I take for granted, that you just dont care And sometimes Its just too hard to see it through, babe And thats why Its important to me That you know you are free Cause I never want to make you change For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe Dont change, dont change, squirrel For me, babe
We The Best Music Another one DJ Khaled Back against the wall, middle fingers in the air Busting through the crowd, they gon feel me now Straight shooter from the hip, yeah, we heavy in here Tell me get ’em, then I got em, yea 99 problems, but you ain’t one Been so high lately, I dont care whos goin down You could see it in my eyes, he been hitting it right Got me wishing that he wasnt, oh no And I need it all night Will love show me what it feels like? Fuck that, I let you pull up on me broad day light Shots over here, fuck the other side We dont gotta lay low, we grown A field trip and I dont need no chaperone Im tryna get ghost Oh, oh It’s just us against the world In this life of sin Ain’t nobody gonna take us out Its always us, never them It’s just us against the world When the smoke clears All we got is all we got Its always us, never them Its lovely at the top, private destination Sippin on the rocks, only way with us This kinda love dangerous when there’s nothing else to lose So dont make me wild out Got 99 problems, whats one more? 50 feet get you touched at your front door Livin fast and we spending slow Side eyes let me know that we visible And I need it right now Ten toes down, show me what its all about Thuggin, we only duckin when the boys come out Its us over them, fuck the other side We gonna turn the lights off, we hard What we doin, dont nobody gotta know I aint tryna get ghost, oh yes Oh, oh Its just us against the world In this life of sin Aint nobody gonna take us out Its always us, never them Its just us against the world When the smoke clears All we got is all we got Its always us, never them This how an angel sounds Its just, uh, its just us, its just us Its just us Its always us, its always us Its only us Its just us, its just us, its just us Its always, its always us, its always us Its just us against the world In this life of sin Aint nobody gonna take us out Its always us, never them Its just us against the world When the smoke clears All we got is all we got Its always us, never them Youre all that I need, ooh, yeah Its just, uh, its just us, its just us We The Best Music Its always, its always us, its always us Its just us, its just us, its just us Another one Its always, its always us, its always
Who dat, who dat? Who dat, who dat? Who dat, who dat? Hey, who dat, who dat? That nigga you been waiting for I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it I aint hating though Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of Satan hoes And she cant tell the difference, I been through hell conditions Wishing for air conditioning, feeling God was never listening Now Im on television, and did I fail to mention? Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission Speaking of positions just witness how I elevate it Real niggas celebrate it, finger fuck whoever hate it My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn Then I redecorated, that mean my tables turned Live life, might as well, only way to learn Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn So if youre selling crack, or if youre selling rap Make sure its mean so them fiends keep on coming back Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So dont worry about my motherfucking name I got them saying who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? I got them saying Who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? Hey, the mind state of a winner When you thinking about summertime Im thinking about the winter When you thinking about breakfast Im heating up my dinner I was plotting this moment back when yall was riding spinners Yeah Im a menace, God as my witness, with this pen Im insane, yup Hungry like the nigga who aint got the taste of fame yet Clown told me, “Aint you Roc? But where the fuck your chain at?” Guess its something like your girl, nigga it aint came yet The man make the chain, chain dont make the man How many niggas do we know with hella ice but yet they lame? The cloth from which we came, me and them is not the same Its like we all headed to Spain they took the boat I took the plane, damn That boys sick now hoes on his joystick Heating up like May weather, dog Im on that Floyd shit Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? Well, they lied Is that your girl? Well, I just Gd her, no A-Rod Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So dont worry about my motherfucking name I got them saying who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? I got them saying Who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? Now who else want to fuck with Hollywood Cole? The little engine that could, this little nigga is good Rappers claiming they sick, I heal niggas for good A couple of yall aint took a field trip to the hood And me? Im fresh prince, Im Will Smith to the hood Baby, aint saying names but we not the same All the money and the fame dont change the fact that you lame Might want to grab you a chain, want to tip up your hat Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack I got my finger on the trigger, tell that nigga, “hold that” Want picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak Hey, so anything you can do I can do better And any chick you can screw I can get wetter Im young, black, gifted, live my life on the run Bet your bottom dollar before Im done They say that Im the one, ya nigga Im the one I got them saying Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So dont worry about my motherfucking name I got them saying who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? I got them saying Who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat?
Yeah, yeah it goes like this right here Like uh, niggas always be hollering peace You know what Im saying, peace my brother Peace this, peace that, you know what Im saying but Every time I uh try to get a peace of mind Niggas try to get a piece of mine So I gotta grab my piece Its the return of the gangster, thanks ta Them niggas thats on that blow that run up in your crib Which contains your lady and an 8 month old Child to raise plus you true blue bout this music but They do not want to hear it Because theyd rather be bouncing and shooting And killing and bouncing and shit, get down Return of the gangsta, thanks ta Them niggas that think you soft and say yall be gospel rappin But they be steady clappin when you talk about Bitches, and switches, and hoes, and clothes, and weed Lets talk about time travelin, rhyme javelin Somethin mind unravelin, get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta Them niggas that got them kids That got enough to buy an ounce But not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo Or to the park so they grow up in the dark never Seein light til they end up being like yo sorry ass Robbin niggas in broad-ass daylight get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta Them niggas who get the wrong impression of expression Then the question is Big Boi whats up with Andre? Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay? When yall gon break up? When yall gon wake up? Nigga Im feelin better than ever whats wrong with you You get down! Gangsta Ooh Gangsta Ooh Man, a nigga dont want no trouble A playa just want to kick back with my gators off And watch my lil girl blow bubbles But still ready to rhyme, standing my ground never back down Willin to rob steal and kill any thang that threatens mine But good luck couldnt be bought, see Many a fights had to be fought, G For a nigga to ride these Vogues Oh so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at Watch your side my nigga cause we got gats The first nigga to buck is gon be the first nigga we attack Dont want that, but it comes though, most of the time when you dont know Stickin together like flour and water to make that slow dough We worked for everything we have and gon stick up for Each other, like we brothers from another mother Kind of like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover Strictly for the Caddy lovers And never the nut huggin punk motherfuckers So quit spreading them rumors We aint Club Nouveau Gangsta Ooh Gangsta Ooh
I hope that youre the one If not, you are the prototype Well tiptoe to the sun And do things I know you like I think Im in love again I think Im in love again Today must be my lucky day Baby, you are the prototype Do something out of the ordinary Like catch a matinée Baby, you are the prototype I think Im in love again I think Im in love again If we happen to part Lord knows I dont want that, but hey We cant be mad at God We met today for a reason I think Im on the right track now I think Im in love again I think Im in love again Lets go to the movies, yeah And, action! Come here Nah, come here Uh-uh, I said, come here Come here I think Im in love again I think Im in love again I wanna say, Stank you very much For picking me up and bringing me back to this world I think Im in love again I cant afford to not record I think Im in love again I think I wanna say Stank you, Stank you smelly much I think Im in love again For pickin me up, pickin me up out to this world Hey, hey John Are we recording our ad libs? I think Im in love again Really? Were we recording just then? Let me hear that, that first one when I first- I think Im in love again I think Im in love again
When that liquor get po’ up And that green get roll up When them sets get throwed up I’m like nah man, hol’ up Yea we bout it, sho ‘nuff Better hope they don’t call my bluff Cause my mind is going crazy This shit is never enough When that liquor get po’ up And that green get roll up When them sets get throwed up I’m like nah man, hol’ up Yea we bout it, sho ‘nuff Better hope they don’t call my bluff Cause my mind is going crazy This shit is never enough Never enough, never enough, never enough This shit is never enough Never enough, never enough, never enough This shit is never enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit At the party with my homies, walk up and they play my shit On the road, tickets sold, didn’t have to sell my soul Visionary in this bitch and domination is the goal Where you stay, every day, just got my crib in LA Never play, we been at it way before that IDJ Never seems to be enough when money is the motive, cuh Bitches on my dick, don’t give a fuck, y’all must not know what’s up In the cut, we don’t give a fuck, we just trying to cut Line em up, if they say they bout it then we’ll sign em up Rattpack, that’s a fact, basic bitch can’t fuck with that Where you at? That’s what they be asking, I say on the map Who we are, the coolest motherfuckers on the planet Drop that new shit just cause they demand it Living like we got it cause we get it Do it just to say we fucking did it Who we are, the coolest motherfuckers on the planet Drop that new shit just cause they demand it Living like we got it cause we get it Do it just to say we fucking did it When that liquor get po’ up And that green get roll up When them sets get throwed up I’m like nah man, hol’ up Yea we bout it, sho ‘nuff Better hope they don’t call my bluff Cause my mind is going crazy This shit is never enough Never enough, never enough, never enough This shit is never enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough This album was created over the span of one year. However, the majority of the album was recorded in only two weeks
Knockin doors down, showin parts around Ima come through and show my wood pine Knockin— knockin doors down, showin parts around Ima— Ima come through and show my wood pine, Ima— Ima come— Knockin doors— knockin— knockin doors down, down Knockin doors, knock— knock— knock— knock— knockin doors down Ima—Ima come through— Ima— Ima come— down Ima come through— Ima— Ima come— down Paper chasin on occasion West Deer Park, thats my location Life and death what we was facin Boy, gotta get that motivation Back in the basement Look at my idols, Im feelin adjacent Doin the shit that I wish I was doing, Im feelin impatient Throwin parties and catching cases Thats the life, but that shit basic Ive cooked crack, I cant erase it If I could, would not replace it Grew up all alone Had to teach myself to tie my laces Whats the deal? Ima play the field Rattpack, we keep it real Nothin but love for the people that paved the way So a brother like me, he can get it today Antoine, Erykah and 3K Cant forget those aint here today R.I.P. JD and Pimp C Payin respect, so dont hold it against me Devil he callin me, he love to tempt me God exempt me, why you sent me here? What I think about year to year What Ive been through these people only see through a peephole, yeah Not a single one got an idea So I write it down on this page Feel like Im 35 times my age Look in the mirror dont know what to say But Im happy the man I is Yeah, yeah I said Im happy the man I is And Im proud of the man Ive become Im proud that Im from a slum And never got cold, I never got numb Except for the wintertime and then some I transcend and I transform Poetic vision in rare form Growing up, nobody there for him I promise when I have a family Ima be there for em I love hip-hop Hatin motherfucker, go kick rocks No matter what happen I never gon stop Like Cole said, if they dont know yo dreams Then they cant shoot em down But Ima let the world know Cause Im too high up to hit the ground This shit right here is like therapy, spit it verily I aint perfect, I got problems, I got issues like People magazine Shoot from the hip and reload the magazine I wish I could just go on forever, forever, ever and ever But this rhyme Ill as it is divine Gon be cut short today cause Im out of studio time Only thought I was recording these horns and not no rhyme What can I say? Inspiration hits at any time So I guess Ill have to conclude all my thoughts another time Another rhyme Another— Ano— i— wo— a— rhyme Anime such as Cowboy Bebop Trigun, and Samurai Champloo Were in constant rotation During the making of this album
I told that bitch, I told that bitch I told that bitch, I told that bitch I told that bitch, I told that bitch Yeah, this for the niggas with Benzes and the niggas without em Scram, ho! I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I dont want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I dont want no bitch who need that kind of nigga—scram, ho These cars dont mean shit These hoes dont mean shit These clothes dont mean shit These shows dont mean shit, ho-oh Whatchutola, what, whatchutola Whatchutola, what, whatchutola These cars dont mean shit These hoes dont mean shit These clothes dont mean shit These shows dont mean shit, ho-oh Whatchutola, what, whatchutola Whatchutola, what, whatchutola Graduated from the fabricated sabotages Conversated with a lady goin Lambo crazy Bitch, you better cut it, shawty, Im bout to cut you off Oh, you greedy in Tahiti, I can seen your flaw Ayy, tell that girl you bout to sell the work cause you tired of it And see how she react when youre no longer in your Bimmer Then she find out that the Bentley wasnt really rented Can you sell a kilo? Help a nigga move a kilo? Oh, you want the private jet to take a flight to Rio? Cant no Maybach prevent a nigga from making mula Oh, you gold-diggin, diggin, graveyard loser Aint none of my cars American, King of Zamunda Lets have a heart-to-heart, drink wine, make art Backseat of the Benzo, the AMG Can you love a thug, is all make-believe Pure fantasy, I see through it easily I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I dont want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I dont want no bitch who need that kind of nigga—scram, ho I told the girl Im bout to sell the Porsche, Im tired of it She go and told these folks Im goin broke, a smile poured From my lips, cause if Im broke, its only -hearted Broken records from broken English, thats all it Hol up, and if I were, why? Would you throw a party? Affection is so convenient when ballin Correction: These hoes dont mean it when fallin I guess thats why Lois cant be with Clark Kent Fly on a nigga back while he Superman But if Im in a wheelchair, you still there? Stop searchin for words, I feel stupid, man The shit is the Pittsburgh, I still care White button downs and Emory scrubs Had to write her birthday down because my memory sucks But this shit comes back up like some acid reflux Or a Michael Jackson jacket with some plastic zippers I was zipping through the city and Iont give a fuck 1994 Toyota Land Cruiser because That bitch aint never broke down on me Why would I do that to her? Simple-ism, symbolism, Ill pull up at a club And might not never buy a new car again, if I can help it Cause if I buy one, they gon sell ten, and what Im left with? Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could talk Til then, I will ride my fuckin bike, or walk—ehh I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I dont want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I dont want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho I told that girl, I told that girl tell the truth Say she the realest bitch I ever met, then show me some proof These girls be droppin these lies, these girls be makin shit up She dont wanna stand in my line, she tryna come to the front Yeah-uh, she love her country but hate American cars For the shape of them, hell have you know all of them bitches is foreign If yellow seems to be the color in fashion What happens to all of this good Black pussy he keep ignoring? The world told him didnt shit rhyme with orange The girl is only with him because hes touring Well, go on, angel, I dont blame you, dont hang yo head I know its survival for you, get it like a IOU Shes so materialistic Im just enjoying life, Im living life, you know? That worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah Pull up at this girl crib bumping Lil Boosie, yeah I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I dont want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch Iont give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I dont want no bitch who need that kind of nigga—scram, ho These cars dont mean shit These hoes dont mean shit These clothes dont mean shit These shows dont mean shit, ho-oh Whatchutola, what, whatchutola Whatchutola, what, whatchutola We drive these cars on the regular This life that I live is incredible We gon be fly whenever, we gettin richer forever Without these foreign vehicles, can we still be together? Tell me
Man let me hit that You gon pass that? Man, the scene was so thick Lowriders, 77 Sevilles, El Dogs Nothing but them Lacs All the players, all the hustlers Im talking bout a black man heaven here, nahmsayin, yeah Its beginning to look a lot like, what? Follow my every step Take notes on how I crept Is bout to go in depth This is the way I creep my season, heres my ghetto rep I kept, to say the least no, no it cant cease So I begin to piece my two and two together Gots no snowy weather, have to find something to do better, bet I said subtract, so shut up that, nonsense about some silent night I gots it crunk, if it aint real, aint right Im like no matter what the season Forever chill with Smith I sip my fifth, I chill with Wesson, got my reasons So tell me what did you expect You thought Id break my neck, to help yall deck the halls Oh naw, I got other means of celebrating Im getting blizzard at HoJo, I got that hoochie waiting I made it through another year cant ask for nothing much more Its OutKast for the books I thought you knew so now you know, lets go All the players came from far and wide Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides Now Im here to tell you theres a better day When the players ball is happening, all day eryday Halle-lu-jah, halle-lu-jah Yknow I do some things more different than I used to Cause Im a player, doing what the players do The package store was closed, okay my day is ruined This is ridiculous, Im getting serious, Im getting curious Cause the house is smelling stank, the chitlins old as bitches I made no wishes cause Im mobbing folk niggas in the back Getting tipsy off the nog and high as hell off the contact smoke They having a smoke out in my back seat They passing herb rewinding verses cause its in the air I hit the parks, I hit the cuts, Im hitting switches Cause Im switching from side to side looking for hoes and snitches Im wide open on the freeway, my pager broke my vibe Cause a junkie is a junkie three-sixty-five Its just another day of work to me the spirit just aint in me Grab my pistol and my ounce see what them junkies gotta give me Cause its like that, yeah Forever pimpin, never slippin, thats how it is All the players came from far and wide Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides Now Im here to tell you theres a better day When the players ball is happening, all day eryday Aint no chimneys in the ghetto so I wont be hanging my socks on no chimney Im full as a tick, fix me a plate, I got the remedy Some greens and that ham, not Dont need no ham hocks, dont play me like Im smoking rocks I got the munchies, we got the Mary Jane in the Dungeon Just to let you niggas know in 93, thats how we coming So ho ho hoes, check my king-ass fro The gin and juice has got me tipsy so, um It goes, give me ten, and Ill serve you then, now we bend The corner in my Cadillac My heart does not go pitty-pat for no rat Im leaning back, my elbows out the window Coke, rum and indo fills my body, wheres the party? We roll deep, we dip to Underground, see a lot of hoes around I spit my game while waiting countdown A five, fo, a three, two, here comes the one A new year has begun, P-Funk, spark another one All the players came from far and wide Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides Now Im here to tell you theres a better day When the players ball is happening, all day eryday Heres a little something for the players out there hustling Getting down for theirs From East Point, College Park, Decatur, Da Briar You know, niggas worldwide Down, for theirs All the players came from far and wide Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides Now Im here to tell you theres a better day When the players ball is happening, all day eryday
Yeah, yeah Oh, yes, I love her like Egyptian Want a description? My royal highness So many plusses when I bust that there can’t be no minus Went from yelling crickets and crows Bitches and hoes to queen thangs Over the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangs Like Kilroy, chill boy because them folks might think you soft Talking like that, man, fuck them niggas, I’m going off And coming right back like boomerangs when you throw em With these old ghetto poems, thinking its better for em When they can let they thumb down from hitchhiking Inviting niggas into the temple they call their body Now everybody got it, had it, talked about it amongst they friends Coming around my crew looking Jazzy, wanna pretend Like you Ms. Goody Four-Shoes, even Bo knew that you got poked Like acupuncture patients While our nation is a boat, straight sinking I hate thinking that these the future mommas of our chillun They fucking a different nigga every time they get the feeling to I’m willing to go the extra kilometer Just to see my señorita get her pillow On the side of my bed where no girl ever stay House and doctor was the games we used to play But now it’s real Jazzy Belle See what if you was a playa, real playa not no flaw Having the very best of life: lobster, steak and Perignon Smoking an ounce of weed And every single day was personal FreakNik Tricking these hoes in Polo clothes, life as you conceived it But your conception, deception, looking into your eyes I see your weapon and it’s depressing Theyre digging up in your thighs, leaving deposits Keeping your closets open, knocking your boots and drawers Hoping to get you sprung like bail-bonds Steadily calling me Antwan cause you thinking that you my lady Bitch, don’t play me cause you’re janky I wanted to hit that ass but me and the Goodie we got danky So thank thee, for running that Southernplayalistic game You was the only one to blame, a nigga don’t even know yo name It’s a shame, you cracking em up and fucking a nigga like 2Pac up I’m leaving these foes to be the flowers and wake don’t get me See, I gotta be feeding my daughter Teach her to be that Natural Woman Cause you’ll be Waiting to Exhale while you other hoes be Dumb And Dumber, yeah, you know what I’m saying See me and ol girl in the black-on-black Lac Northstar Windows are tinted so that no one knows who us are Talk bad about her nigga guaranteed to snap like bra Straps, sticking together like grandma and grandpa-pa In this dog-eat-dog world Kitty cats be scratching on my furry coat to curl Up with me and my bowl of kibbles and bits I want to hurl, cause most of the girls That we was liking in high school, now they dyking Having no mercy for the disrespectful ones, some Be hanging around the crew looking for funds, dumb Deaf and fine, they be asking me all about mine How she doing how she be, I know she’s sipping that wine Behind my back they squawk like vultures Off and On like Trends of Cultures baby Hey he faking it like these sculptured nails But they can go to hell and lay with Lucifer Cause they burning anyway, Big Boi use her and abuse her Tricks hollin they got rank Tricks hollin they got rank Tricks hollin they got rank Tricks hollin they got rank Tricks hollin they got rank Tricks hollin they got rank Tricks hollin they got rank Tricks hollin they got rank
Carter IV, its on Yeah, it sound like that Lil, man, they be like Wayne That nigga right over there, that niggas from another planet Cut the weed, pop-pop Insanity shit, niggas from this planet cant see U-u-u-u-uhh Hots what it is, watch what the kid drops Ima get the prop if youre not with the biz Not only other regions, I really popped at the crib So hatin motherfuckers, you better stop with the jibs Off of the thizz, but Im boss It dont matter what the cost When I live right across from the Wiz Killa City will have a nigga lost in the Mid Leavin nothin but mothers stuck and plus a coffin to give What is happening is a merger, different levels of murder Lil Weezy cookin and Im a server Further, thats what Ima get doing this Remember when eating Gerber Mama said to kill em all and I heard her Thank you Baby for what became Lil Wayne Hes gettin all the people knowin that Strange in the game I been really able to hang in the fame But when he shouted my name, its been a change in my lane Im a Klusterfuk and lovin nothin but to get your brain And I be stuck in lust and quick to a bust a nut And take a niggas dame with no shame Really be bussin up, they thinkin they thuggin tough But never do knuckle up, you in the gang, you bang You drug and touchin every thang, you lame Sucka, you cannot sustain the reign Tech N9ne is such a cuckoo in this Ballin nigga, Strange Music, crew threw swishes I know a lot of you prolly never knew who this is Well, you listenin to Tecca Nina, Soo Woo bidness Today, I feel electric gray, I hope tomorrow neon black I tell a nigga, All those flows are borrowed It’s the pharaoh, Three Stacks I woke up in Cairo, lookin’ at stars So bright in the sky, I thought they were marbles No car doors, whatcha call those? A whole carload, of raw hoes In a Jeep Defender Please remember, don’t feed the Simba Three’s assembled like nobody Hes a symbol of whats safari Pulled her ponytail to my body She’s the only girl that was smart e-nough To call me Mr. Benjamin in the middle of a wild party Skin was cinnamon; I pound it harder How come the only girls that are thought of Are the light ones? Well tonight then We gon’ do it, do it, do it for the dark ones It’s important that you are more than Welcome to Tha Carter IV and Y’all enjoy it, I will go ‘head And I’ll kiss y’all on y’all forehead, out
I aint even gon lie, I was probably high Just forgot to call you back, simple as that I aint no almanac, so lick my dictionary I might just call a cab cause I dig canary Yellow accents on a dark bitch I met her back when she kept all her carpet Im well aware all that shit is fantasy I double dare yall to fuck your plan B Thats demeanor, mommas mannerisms That mean, dont mean to get vulgar, but its some Hoes in this bitch like a box of donuts Its cold out in this bitch, standing on the corner Condolences to niggas that got erased I pour out some liquor on a cops grave Mmm, digital church bells Ringin cross the street, sure work well Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? For real For real Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? For real For real I dont wanna get up now, I dont wanna go to school I dont wanna be the best, dont wanna follow rules Mom, I think you fuckin lied to me Three stacks said all this shit is fantasy Its my time, gon put a little life to it If lifes a obstacle then Imma bike through it I see it like a kiddie on the carousel If I url while I go around, what the hell And that went well, so Im compelled To have visions of getting chicken while my friends get jel My young nigga motto was, Fuck it, Im already grown And I dream of when Im sixteen, Im out my home That petty though, cause my mama boyfriend dough Its kinda long like this old head hustle, yo He cognizant of a nigga ride and die I see us getting money through my green eyes Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? For real For real Yeah, all the kids, all the what, uh Yeah, all the badass kids, uh Kids, say Im the shit Im Chick-fil-A nuggets, McDonalds french fries The spicy Popeyes and Red Lobster biscuits And girls scout thin mints Pardon my penmanship, but oh shit Feel like Im hungry now again And I cant do nothing about it because my teeth are all rotted And my mom and my pop, they just grin And empathize with me cause they were little like Pygmies But too bad they cant get back they member whens Them grown-up stories dont work In the court of the kiddies, the judgement is in And while yall doing all yall your bids, yall reminisce as kids Fuck it, kids, the grown-ups wont own up They stood on the corner Like you once upon a, time And probably felt like a loner And smelled like a stoner, and snuck to Daytona So when they questioning you bout who or who you aint boning Complaining that you always moaning Never saying good morning Storming out my house And slamming doors like you paying bills They been through it too, though They were kids like you, though But what if they knew though And hit you with the cheat code To a game you just start playing, no extra man Leave you reckless on the court With no high percentage shot Just a bunch of, You got em, nigga, just give it what you got Yeah, it look a little different on a yacht But aint gon lie, I miss kayaking I love the young niggas, and they do too, they just be acting Like a bunch of retired tired thespians, a bit too salty Shit, their blood pressure high, why? They dont play no more, probably Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy? Kids, dont you know how all this shit is fantasy?
Yeah, oh Yeah, yeah Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah Goyard bag with a hundred yeah And I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Say I know I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Wakin up on the hills right on Runyon yeah Smokin on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah Like call my private chef hold my stomach in Yeah I like em fried, she like em sunny eggs Ew, thats them runny eggs I might flex around the world and then I stunt again I might flex around your girl and then I fuck again And the funny thing is you gon cuff again Yeah I advise you Stop all the hatin and youll make it too Like I done had a situation but I made it through I paid 1000 for these shoes, for my Yeezy cuffs too Got the drop top runnin for the summer yeah, ay Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah And I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Say I know I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Wakin up on the hills right by Runyon yeah Smokin on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah Like Im a private chef, cook for money yeah Hey, white and yellow gold, just like sunny eggs Look I just think shorty like my go hard swag Turn my brown bags to a Goyard bag My son told me keep makin these old farts mad He said you drive this foreign like a go-kart dad Spittin like they got it, they on that mission Lookin different when you see em rappers catfishin Either Barneys, Neiman Marcus, or we Saks Fifthin Always makin movies but we never act different, no Never changed up I just leveled up And I watch the gold diggers pick they shovels up Watchin thirsty niggas try to pick my beverage up Never spoke on em, I wont bring the devil up, no Sometimes sayin nothin sayin somethin When your money talks now youre sayin somethin Ay if you aint get a message thats a message Look yall know who the freshest of the freshest Got the drop top runnin for the summer yeah Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah And I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Say I know I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Wakin up on the hills right by Runyon yeah Smokin on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah Like Im a private chef, cook for money yeah Hey white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs Ive been talkin to my idol Ive been talkin to my idol Nowadays I feel like Im my own idol Scratch her off the list like a vinyl Real girl, I dont really like her I just really wanna just spike her Yeah, yeah, you know I one night ya Hope ya wasnt thinkin Ima wife ya Got the drop top runnin and I got guap comin Now we eatin garlic noodles and they not Top Ramen Im not just laid up with a baddie, got some slop top from her Studio all winter just to drop hot summers, yeah (I be in my bag with no travel Let you be the judge, get the gavel I think if I want you I can have you Every time I pull up on the avenue) Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah Goyard bag with a hundred yeah And I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Say I know I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah Wakin up on the hills right on Runyon yeah Smokin on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah Like call my private chef hold my stomach in Yeah I like em fried, like em sunny eggs Fab - So Im in my bag? Im back in my bag now or what? Girl - Nah you in your Goyard bag now Fab - Told ya I was gonna get back to it, know what Im sayin? I just wanted to let you know like I appreciate you like havin faith in me like and giving me that talk cause I was going to do it for a minute and you know I mean I just needed somebody to let me know its time to level up. Like stop playing out here Girl - Its all good real ones might fall back but they dont fall off
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah Darlin, I have to be moved from afar The truth is the only thing worth holdin onto anymore Untie me, let me loose from the cord Im so gone, so far, I deserve more Yeah Im beggin you Im beggin you, please, come home No one even begs anymore Im beggin you Im beggin you, please, come home No one even begs anymore Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah Who should I rest blame upon When all of the signs are brightly drawn And point back to your open arms? Back too soon, but Im here for the last of support No longer bound by a broken heart Im beggin you Im beggin you, please, come home No one even begs anymore Im beggin you Im beggin you, please, come home No one even begs anymore Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah Somewhere in a plane over water My love, my love Home base, wifey turn it off before I touch down Youre all I need, all of me on my knees Normally harmony, bumblebee, hummingbird Im a nerd, study you What are you, WWF? We fightin, we might need counseling Possibly moreso me Sounds to me frownsll be grounds to leave Houndsll be lookin for you before you drop a tear, apres diem Stop pretending that I aint him I aint them, dim sum dumpling I remember when you start dyeing them silver hairs And start hiding from your age I ask, Why? How come? Amazin how time can run away from us Im no nun, youre no priest, but I promise, hun, you gon see A phenomenon, come with me Like its Ramadan, I dont eat Like its Comic Con, Im a freak for you Im begging now, pretty please with cherries on top Hairy wet twat Harriet Tub-man, I dont give up And if your gut tells you to strut, then strut Then Ill hail you a car, but what man wont beg? You know Im nutmeg I will show up on a lil moped With a lil puppy, itll be fluffy You will un-toughen, we can discuss it You know Im sufferin, I do miss my friend I dont like my fin bent up, Tilikum, well, thats ill-informed Sweet stuff, Willa Wonk, we stuck, Billabong Least at minumum we gon get along Peace and inner calm, geez, its been a long T-I-M-E, um, please, Im feelin dumb Please, Im feelin dumb Please, Im feelin dumb Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah
Baby, did you hear that? Yeah, baby, I heard it too Look out the window, golly, the sky is electric blue Mama Earth is dying and crying because of you Raining cats and jackals, all shackles disintegrate to residue Silly mortals havent a clue as to what the fuck is going on Im on the telephone dialing the Dungeon This Dre, bring the MP and the SP Meet me at the center of the Earth and travel carefully Baby, grab the baby, cause baby, it aint much time Mama Earth is tossing and turning and thats a sign Omega nigga I.F.O.s are landing in Decatur Hope Im not over your head, but if so you will catch on later Played the track, guess she could not take it anymo Raping her heavenly body like a ho, coochie so From niggas constantly fucking her, never loving her Never showing appreciation, busting nuts in her face when they done Who said good folks is not supposed to die? The sky is falling, nobody balling, they done gave back they guns For some tickets to the playoffs, but the Hornets, they won Nigga, we slum, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family I drove the biggest thing in the house cause I knew theyd try to ram me But Im stabbing, making a path on expressway the best way I know how Look up in the sky, east, west, no clouds Him coming now, fuck that money now I ask my honey how she feeling and is Jordan okay? Yeah, yeah, she chillin We should be at The Dungeon shortly, aint nobody on they porch, see? Approaching the final exit, Im thinking I see four horsies But I dont though, nigga, you wont know until its on ya I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California All the weed smell like ammonia but at the Dungeon I know theyre smoking Writing the raps and doing the beats to make this last recording Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distortion Who said good folks is not supposed to die? Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well Alls well, nothings well
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something Dont let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Dont spend all your time tryna get high You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something Cause you and I got to do for you and I I dont recall, ever graduating at all Sometimes I feel Im just a disappointment to yall Every day I just lay around then I cant be found Always asking Gimme some, living life like a bum Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own Nigga, you supposed to be grown I agree, I try to be the man Im posed to be But negativity is all you seem to ever see I admit, Ive done some dumb shit, and Im probably gon do some mo You shouldnt hold that against me though Why not? My musics all that I got But some time must be invested for this to be manifested I know you know but Im gon say this to you, I Get high but I dont get too high So whats the limit posed to be? That must be why you cant get yo ass up out the bed before three You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out Aint you sick and tired of having to do without? Damn, what up with all these questions? You act as though you know something I dont, do you have any suggestions? Cause every job I get is cruel and demeaning Sick of taking trash out and toilet bowl cleaning But Im also sick and tired of struggling I never ever thought Id to have resort to drug smuggling Naw, that aint what Im about Cee-Lo will just continue traveling his route Without any doubt or fear I know the Lord aint brought me this far so he could drop me off here Did I make myself clear? You need to git up, git out and git something Dont let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Dont spend all your time tryna get high, nigga You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something Cause you and I got to do for you and I Thats why Well, uh, get up, stand up, so whats said, you dickhead? See when I was a youngster, used to wear them fucking Pro Keds My mama made me do it but the devil, he made me smart Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking Starters In the middle school, I was a bigger fool I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool I used to hang out with my daddys brothers, I call them my uncles They taught me how to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbers So in a sense, I was Rosemarys baby And then I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady Hell, I treat em all like hoes, see I pimped em Bitch never had my money so I never whipped em See all the playas came and all the playas went A playa aint a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit, bitch You need to git up, git out, git something Smoke out cause its all about money, money, money Yeah I said it, a nigga sporting plaits and a Braves hat I hang with Rico Wade cause the Dungeon is where the funks at, boy Im true to Organized cause they raised me Im also down with LaFace cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And its cool, yeah its real cool getting paid fat pockets And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha! You need to git up, git out and git something Dont let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Dont spend all your time tryna get high, nigga You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something Cause you and I got to do for you and I Thats why A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred Like a piece of wood and them spirits got the mutants mind Im getting paranoid and steady looking for the time Its eight in the morning and aint nobody up yet I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap Im headed out the door, to get off in my ride Im digging through the ashtray, hoping to have a good day I had Jamaicas best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head Now I know its on, my day is finally started Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick 84 Sedan DeVille, steady bouncing Out the Point to Campbellton Road The valley of the Southside flow Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so Keep your eyes peeled for the COBRA unit Cause they known for jumping out of black Chevy trucks and through the fog Here come the Red Dogs, Im busting out around the corner in my hog Dipping from the area, Im scared So one of these bitches might wind up dead, cause I have no time for jail Fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin Bell And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country Thinking that my city is the big lick for 96 94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo OutKast, a vision from the past Hootie Hoo! My White Owls are burning kind of slow You need to git up, git out and git something Dont let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Dont spend all your time tryna get high nigga You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something Cause you and I got to do for you and I Thats why Yall telling me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why? Aint nobody black running but crac-kers, so, why I got to register? I thinking of better shit to do with my time Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes So let me take yall way Back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta, ay Yall could not tell me nothing, thought I hit that bottom rock At age 13, start working at the loading dock They laying my mama off of work, General Motors tripping But I come home banked like Hank, from licking and dipping Doing dumb shit, not knowing what a nigga know now Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down I dips, over to East Point still actin a fool Wasting my time in the school, Id rather be shooting pool Cool is how I played the tenth grade I thought it was all about macking hoes and wearing pimp fade Instead of being in class, Id rather be up in some ass Not thinking about them six courses that I need to pass Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies Damn, thats fucked up, I shouldve listened when my mama told me That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later Figured she was talking yang yang so I payed her no attention And kept missing the point she tried to poke me with The doper that I get, the more Im feeling broke as shit Huh, but that dont matter though, I am an O-U-T-Kast So get up off your ass You need to git up, git out and git something Dont let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Dont spend all your time tryna get high You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something Cause you and I got to do for you and I You need to... You need to... You need to... You need to...
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album You looked at me like, Yeah, nigga, right But you gave me your number anyway, you were on the talcum Powder—hows about them oranges? Moved away from home to school with big plans By day, studied the history of music By night, just to pay for that shit, youd dance To get your pants was a Mission Impo–ssible We were both the same age, but I Suppose, wasnt on the same page, but in The same book of life, so Id page you when I felt you that were getting off of work Or either when youre on your way to school We started hanging like Ernie and Bert And in my idle head Im thinking, Cool Just when I think Im going down your shirt Youre hiking up your skirt now The events that followed had me volley If your hometown would be heaven or hell The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best Therefore, hard to tell Youd drop me off by the Dungeon Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering Now, are these niggas in this house up to something? Selling crack, sack by sack, so they could function? W-W-Well, yes and no Yes, we were selling it, but no, it wasnt blow Cook it in the basement then move it at a show Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled, Ho! Meanwhile, the video starts playing BET, college radio, and a van Packed full of niggas with a blunt in their hand And one in their ear, you know what Im saying, but I kept your number in my old phone Got a new chip-flip with the roam-roam So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits But I promised I would call you when I got home, but When I got home, I never did By the time I did, heard that youd had a kid By some nigga in Decatur who replied, See you later When he got the good news; thats life, shit Now, Im nineteen with a Cadillac My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack Got a plaque, but Im living with my pop-pop So I got a Glock and a LoJack Yeah, kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw And never said much, cause half of what he saw Was so far from that place you wanna be That words only fucked it up more, follow me Are you starting to gather what Im getting at? Now if Im losing you, tell me, then Ill double back But keep in mind, at the time, keep it real was the phrase Silly when said now, but those were the days When Spring Break and Daytona and Freakniks Made you wanna drop out of college and never go back Move to the South, but that aint a Kodak Moment, on went myself and Big Bo— Well, you knew hm as Twan Thats right, you were around before this shit begun Well Twan had a daughter and Sorta was made to mature before the first tour We hit the road like Jack Laughed and cried and drive it back with some Yak Girls used to say, Yall talk funny, yall from the islands? And Id laugh, and theyd just keep smiling No, Im from Atlanta, baby, he from Savannah, maybe We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down; hey, we Gotta go because the bus is pulling out in thirty minutes Shes playing tennis, disturbing the tenants 15-Love, fit like glove Description is like fifteen doves In a jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost Making one woozy in the head and comatose—agree? Enough about me, hows about you? Hows the lil kid? She was about two the last time we spoke I hadnt smoked or took a shot of drink Cause Id start the second album off on another note Now, that note threw some niggas in the hood off But see, Id balled out, and fore Id fall out Id slow my Lac down to a nice speed The brain was that fried egg, I might need New direction was apparent I was a child looking at the floor, staring So changing my style was like relief for the primitive beast Yes, I was on the rise, yeast was the street To make bread, never primary concern Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn Id meet Muslims, gangstas, bitches, rastas And macaroni niggas: impastas So on a trip to New York on some beeswax I get invited to a club where emcees at And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreads with Which I was rocking at the time When I was going through them phases trying to find Anything that seemed real in the world Still searching, but I started liking this girl Now, you know her as Erykah On & On Badu Call Tyrone on the phone, Why you Do that girl like that, boy? You ought to be ashamed The song wasnt about me, and that aint my name Were young, in love, in short we had fun No regrets, no abortion, had a son By the name of Seven And hes five; by the time I do this mix, hell probably be six You do the rithmetic, me do the language arts Yall stand against the wall blindfolded, we throw the darts To poke you in the heart and take you from the start To when luxury transportation meant a MARTA card Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays Mama or her daddy let her borrow the Benz, because she smart Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor And he sells you that Rabbit thats been sitting in his yard You fix it up, you trick it out You give it rims, you give it bump You give it all your time because thats all you can think about And thats as far as I got And thats as far as I got, and where I wanted to go, knowing, the whole summer, thats all you could think about. Even though if you cut it off and start that bitch up, you need a jump, like you need and you want to grow, and you change all the time. So that Rabbit that you thought about that whole summer—the next summer, you didnt want that Rabbit no more. You wanted something bigger and better. So the summer passed and now the Rabbits old? Right... right, so now you want a Cadillac...
Okay, here we go... Yeah, Im afraid, like Im scared as a dog But Ive got a new song, and I want yall to sing along Sing along See this is the way that we walk on a sunny day When its rainin inside and youre all alone All alone, yeah! Cause the whole world loves it when you dont get down And the whole world loves it when you make that sound And the whole world loves it when youre in the news And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues Take a little trip, hater, pack up your mind Look forward, not behind, then youll see what you find I caught a sucker dyin cause he thought he could rhyme Now if his momma is a quarter daughter must be a dime I gotta meet her, dont take no shorts, I dont use abbrevi- -ation, I dont even play the radio neither Only if I need to know the sports or the weather Im a cool type of brother, but yep, your head Ill sever from the neck See aint nothing changed, hit the stage Set a date, sucker, in battle we can engage Ill slice you, wife you, marry you, divorce you Throw the Porsche at you, is what Im forced to do With my back against the wall, crack his back, yall Naw, it aint went nowhere like havin hair with stylin gel in it Throw a curl in it Dread that nappy shit up, throw a shell in it Whatever floats your boat, or finds your lost remote And this for them niggas workin at the airport who got laid off I take my shades off If you look straight in my eyes, you still might see a disguise Because the whole-whole world-world... Cause the whole world loves it when you dont get down And the whole world loves it when you make that sound And the whole world loves it when youre in the news And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues Player, I grind, my focus is crime Raw with the rhyme, Im slick with the slime My words are diamonds dug out a mine Spit em, polish, look how they shine Glitter, glisten, gloss, floss I catch a beat running like Randy Moss Ride that bitch off like a brand new horse Im rollin my stones, gather no moss Mommy, Im coming, I hope you get off Or rock your own boat like Aaliyah, then talk Back, back, forth, forth Get that sailor on course, course Make that track a corpse, corpse Rap, roll, utterly rocked With my mouth to the mic and my hand on my cock Cadillac OutKast, just wont stop Cause the whole world loves it when you dont get down And the whole world loves it when you make that sound And the whole world loves it when youre in the news And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues Turn on the TV and everything is lookin dismal Went in the bathroom medicine cabinet, Pepto-Bismol Need it for my stomach cause my tummy kinda aches Like a junkie on withdrawal, fresh up off the plate Wait, back to the enemy of the state Is the Republicans or Democratic candidate? Debate, now even the black box hold the fate Clueless like Shaggy and Scooby befo commercial break Hate, extreme prejudice, lets dismiss this If you want to, you can dub it to your hit list I know you goin to, we in this to replenish yo musical wish list When it come to this music, we stay relentless Pursuing all thats pursuable Doing, God-willing, all things that are doable The only liable limitation is yourself, Dre Set it on the right and Ill set it on the left, cause Cause the whole world loves it when you dont get down And the whole world loves it when you make that sound And the whole world loves it when youre in the news And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Cant ne-, cant ne-, cant ne-, cant ne- Cant nev-, cant nev-, cant nev-, cant nev- Cant never, cant never, cant never, cant never We delay the show, we kiss so long We breathe through the nose til the breath is gone And everything slows, everythings rose now You use both hands, I use both hands We meet in the middle, we meet in the sand And everythings ghost, everythings ghost now Every, everythings rose now Wheres the catch? Wheres the catch? There must be, there must be a catch Hey, alright, now this may be a little bit heady And, yknow, I hate heady-ass verses I wrote this shit, so here we go Yo All my pets are mystic, keeps me in a cage Aww, my head is twisted, keeps me spinnin round for days Exorcism, pessimism has arisen Theres no reason really, treason to myself so silly So perfect, so perfect, so why do I look for curtains? Uncertain but certainly false alarms alertin A burden in beautiful times, a garden snake Wont bite me, but frightens me like I know Im ate I know I aint, I know it, ayy Harmony, harmony, how many, how many Days of amazin will it be before it phases? And I say, I told you so Summer bee, summer bee buzzin Somell be hovering over nothin All of a sudden its fall and its over, though Come with me, come with me, calming me down Be chamomile, calamine lotion Camel motion, humpin on the flo Tumbleweed, tumbleweed Wanna leave before the avaricious take over the city We build and discover gold Alchemists make it silver before you know it Negative nickels until its void Aluminum foil it back to soil, oh yeah Wheres the catch? But everythings rose, everythings rose Everythings rose now But everythings rose Everythings rose Everythings rose now Everythings rose Everythings rose Everythings rose now Can you trust me? But-but, every-everything-things rose Every-everything-things rose But-but, every-everything-things rose Every-everything-things rose Every-everything-things rose But-but, every-everything-things rose Everything, everything Everything, everything Wheres the catch? Wheres the catch? There must be, there must be a catch
Theres a— theres a— theres a— theres a fine line Its too late to pray that Im on it, yeah, yeah, yeah Theres a fine line between love and hate, you see Came way too late but, baby, Im on it Theres a fine line between love and hate, you see Came way too late but, baby, Im on it Cant worry bout what a nigga think, now see Thats liberation and, baby, I want it Cant worry bout what another nigga think Now thats liberation and, baby, I want it Lemme hear it, lemme hear it, lemme though, lemme hear it How many times I sit back and contemplate? Im fresh off the dank but Im tellin my story My relationship with my folks is give-and-take And I done took so much, now give me my glory To have a choice to be who you wants to be Its left up-a to me and my momma nem told me I say, to have a choice to be who you wants to be Its left up-a to me and my momma nem told me No, no, no Im so tired, its been so long struggling hopelessly Seven and forty days Oh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe To make you believe Id give my life away Oh, Lord, Im so tired, Im so tired My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my own All on my own We alive but we aint livin, thats why Im givin until its gone Cause I dont wanna be alone I dont wanna be alone If theres anything I can say to help you find your way Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I Theres not a minute that goes by that I dont believe we could fly But I can feel it in the wind, beginning or the end But people, keep your head to the sky Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Folk in your face, youre a superstar Niggas hang around cause of who you are You get a lot of love cause of what you got Say they happy for you but they really not Sell a lot of records and you roll a Benz Swoll up in the spot, now you losing friends All you wanna do is give the world your heart Record label tried to make you compromise your art You make a million dollars, make a million mo First class broad treat you like a nigga po You wanna say Wait! but youre scared to ask As your world starts spinning and its moving fast Tryin to stay sane is the price of fame Spending your life trying to numb the pain You shake that load off and sing your song Liberate the minds, then you go on home I must admit, they planted a lot of things In the brains and the veins of my strain Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine From them whores, from the flame From a post in the game Makes it hard to maintain focus Theyre from the Glock rounds, and lockdowns, and burials The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts Cause its a hard row to ho If your ass dont move, and the rain dont fall And the ground just dry But the roots are strong, so some survive So youre surprised, now Im bustin cries You got more juice than Zeus Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded Melanin silicon and collagen injected Dissectin my pride, fool I dont wanna get it started We be the lionhearted, without infanticide Its like that red sprite, you cant imagine it Unless you lookin at the canvas of life And not through the peephole of mortality Single minded mentality Gettin over on loopholes Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities Clickin your heels, scared to voice how you feel Packing steel Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe, though I dont think we in Kansas no mo though Midwest or Dirty South Clean dressed or dirty mouth Whether robbin preachers or killin Poor Righteous Teachers You a scared demon Shouldnt be allowed to spread semen And you cowardly lions never defyin the jackals of Babel Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs Though the mane on your head say the story As you downplay your glory Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethren happening Just by rappin Libertad
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Whats wrong? What are you afraid of? The Love Below? She stays alone, never sheds a single tear She stays in coolest moods, clearly woman of the year She and all her girlfriends, they go out dressed to win She comes back to the cooler side of town Ah, but she lives in my lap She lives in my lap, she lives in my lap She lives in my lap, she lives in my lap She lives in my lap, she lives in my lap Oh, she lives in my lap She lives in my lap She lives in my lap Make me want you, make me miss you Make me wonder where you are, then forget you Girl, remind me just who we are Were oh so close, but yet so far Baby, why are you acting like this? I dont care about any of them, I care about you Baby, I love you Youve got me open wide Just come inside Its yours , Im yours For sure , play, baby, play She lives in my lap, she lives in my lap She lives in my lap, she lives in my lap Oh, she lives in my lap She lives in my lap She lives in my lap She lives in my lap Youve got me open wide Oh, she lives in my lap Its yours, Im yours Play, baby, play She lives in my lap Baby, I love you! Forever my fiancée She lives in my lap Play, baby, play
I hope she dont think That I think that she some kind of ho Cause I dont care what just let me know That she knows what she wants, yeah Baby, I wont judge Now Im sure that she knows what she wants, yeah Had me at Hello, my name is Chose him before he could say it I cant help feeling like he need it You know Im usually shy I be lyin, Im just tryin Not to come too strong but I am I cant front, I see potential And if he say so, I wont say no Dont be scared of my aggression Just dont get the wrong impression I hope she dont think That I think that she some kind of ho Cause I dont care that just let me know That she knows what she wants, yeah Baby, I wont judge, now Im sure that She knows what she wants, yeah Hey girl, say girl, aint no time to play, girl Now hurry up and touch her and tell her I want that girl Yeah, they call me Gucci, but Ima buy you Louis Yellow stones on my wrist remind me of a slushie Girl so fine, wanna ride me like a Huffy Ugly girls quiet, pretty girls riot Country girls, city girls love to floss diamonds Got her in the bed with the kid straight wildin Took her to the club bought her three Long Islands She from Rhode Island, Atlanta I reside in Big black diamond bigger than a black razor Asian, Black, caucasian, Im blazing After all, I just hope he dont think That Im some kind of ho I dont know He just makes me feel like he knows what he wants, yeah I would take it slow But he makes me feel like He knows what he wants, yeah I be on my bold shit I be on some bold shit, I be on my own shit He know he be needin it and he know that I want it He know that I want, he know, he know that I want I be, I be on my bold shit, I be on some bold shit I be on my own shit but I aint on that bullshit He know he be needin it and he know that I want it He know that I want it but I aint on that ho shit Ugly girls quiet, pretty girls riot Ugly girls quiet, pretty girls riot Ugly-ugly girls quiet, pretty girls riot Pretty girls riot, pr-pr-pretty girls riot
Yeah, yeah, yeah , rrah Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules The common denominator, the nigga numerator Never know who the hater, niggas cater to your ego Im sorry like Atari, whos the cousin to Coleco Vision, caught a RICO, back on the street like Chico DeBarge, he large and got a Lac in the garage Few parts here and there, I declare hard My Lord, one at Clark, one at Spelman Both know each other and its cool, you can tell when He step off in the party, women jump for joy But all the wild niggas scheming, they gon jump the boy For spittin all that bourgeoi, My watch, my car Im a star, Id rather be a comet by far Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso Grow hydro, then bag it up slow Price that, longevity suggest make moves slow Take time, grow eight, react nine, blow Hydro slide raw like fuck Ronaldo Fly ride, though, shit lookin wild dope Then glide, yo, flippin the page, I go Watch five-o, jump on my meat, ride slow Watch those undercovers, cop those, rock those Glock blows, leave em baggy and collect, spot closed Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht, wash clothes Let the chop blow, bag a half a block, plot grows, what? Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Boy, I bust raps like D-boys bust gats, shit We the type of people that dont bury the axe Or the hatchet, every time we see your link, we snatch it Ridin round our hood talkin that dumb shit, your cabbage Is cracked like plumbers ass and summers grass I been in the game for a minute, seen some suckas like yall passin Thinkin youre light skinned, aight then, lil boy why you frightened? The Dungeon Family gon be here, nigga, so keep writing I gotta hit The Source, I need my other half a mic Because that Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik was a classic, right College Park, East Point and Decatur they got my back, so We gon keep on jammin and stabbin off in the track, I Think its time to bungee, but buddy we will be back And Im fin to put some Ds on the Lac, know dat Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules Old school players to new school fools Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos Well skew it on the bar-b, we aint tryin to lose Say, Ill be goddamned if they done changed the rules
Give me the green light Give me just one night Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now I see you move, Im checking your smile Workin your back like, its going out of style Shake just a little bit faster Shake just a little now girl Dying to meet you, so lets mess around Got an obsession, of us getting down Come just a little bit closer I just need permission, so Give me the green light Give me just one night Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now We could go all night Give me the green light Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now One, two, three - green light Well, if its what it seems like They way youre movin baby lets me know thats its gon be right Im - Ah, ah Im - A-one, two, three - red light I wanna see what your beds like But if I be your buddy, get you studied, is yo head right? Im - Ah, ah Im - Do I have a girlfriend? Well, technically no If you be my girlfriend, then Ill make it so Youll be my only true lover No competition, no other Baby, its just, the thrill of the chase Ive got a feeling, Im winning this race Baby, Im in much closer I just need permission so Give me the green light Give me just one night Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now We could go all night Give me the green light Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now One, two, three - green light Well, if its what it seems like They way youre movin baby lets me know thats its gon be right Im - Ah, ah Im - A-one, two, three - red light I wanna see what your beds like But if I be your buddy, get you studied, is yo head right? Im - Ah, ah Im - So I went hard like Medusa starin at me I told her, Lets go, lets blow this lame nigga factory She said, What kind of girl do you think that I are? The kind that you meet in a bar? You think you can get whatever you want cause you some kind of star No, Im a comet; I just want you woman Hey, if I were you then it would be me that Id go home with Three, the one and only, one thing you aint considered I heard you when you told your girl, Ooh, he can get it - admit it You did it! Lets hop a cab, and split it Im kiddin! We both goin to where you livin! Eh-HAH!! I got you giggling like a piglet - oh, thats the ticket? I hope you more like, Anita Baker, than Robin Givens No, I dont know that lady, so let me quit it Im just stylefreein, freestylin which I seldom do This is what Im tellin you, to the bed Im nailin you Like Ive been in jail for two, years and then they let me loose Give me the green light Give me just one night Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now We could go all night Give me the green light Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now You got you one, Legend! Sometimes you gotta step from behind that piano! And let em know whats going on Even Stevie Wonder got down sometimes..Hahaha! Im ready to go! My mandate cant wait Participate Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now Im ready to go right now

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Dataset Card for "huggingartists/andre-3000"

🤖 HuggingArtists Model 🤖

André 3000

@andre-3000

Dataset Summary

The Lyrics dataset parsed from Genius. This dataset is designed to generate lyrics with HuggingArtists. Model is available here.

Supported Tasks and Leaderboards

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Languages

How to use

How to load this dataset directly with the datasets library:

from datasets import load_dataset

dataset = load_dataset("huggingartists/andre-3000")

Dataset Structure

An example of 'train' looks as follows.

This example was too long and was cropped:

{
    "text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it..."
}

Data Fields

The data fields are the same among all splits.

text: a string feature.

Data Splits

train	validation	test
338	-	-

'Train' can be easily divided into 'train' & 'validation' & 'test' with few lines of code:

from datasets import load_dataset, Dataset, DatasetDict
import numpy as np

datasets = load_dataset("huggingartists/andre-3000")

train_percentage = 0.9
validation_percentage = 0.07
test_percentage = 0.03

train, validation, test = np.split(datasets['train']['text'], [int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*train_percentage), int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*(train_percentage + validation_percentage))])

datasets = DatasetDict(
    {
        'train': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(train)}),
        'validation': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(validation)}),
        'test': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(test)})
    }
)

Dataset Creation

Curation Rationale

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Source Data

Initial Data Collection and Normalization

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Who are the source language producers?

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Annotations

Considerations for Using the Data

Social Impact of Dataset

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Discussion of Biases

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Other Known Limitations

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Additional Information

Dataset Curators

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Licensing Information

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Citation Information

@InProceedings{huggingartists,
    author={Aleksey Korshuk}
    year=2021
}

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Models trained or fine-tuned on huggingartists/andre-3000

huggingartists/andre-3000

Text Generation • Updated Feb 4, 2022 • 17

Dataset Card for "huggingartists/andre-3000"

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Who are the source language producers?

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Models trained or fine-tuned on huggingartists/andre-3000