Autore: Outkast

Outkast – Rosa Parks

{Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Ba-by, Yah-yah, Uh-huh, Yah-yah, Ba-by, Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Ba-by, Uh-huh, Yah-yah, Ba-by, Yah-yah, Uh-huh, Uh-huh} {Chorus} Ah ha hush dat fuss Everybody move to da back of the bus Do you wanna bump and sLump wit us We da type of people make da club get crunk {Chorus} {BIG BOI} 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 taking another route to represent the Dungeon family Like Grade A, me and and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbin every city when we headed to that bat cave A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy you soundin silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty Doin doughnuts round you suckas like them circles around titties DAMN we We the committee gone burn it down But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now {Chorus} x2 {ANDRE BENJAMIN} I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To simulate then activate the left and right brain Said baby boy you’re only funky as your last cut You focus on the past your ass’ll be a has but Thats one to live by or either that one to...

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Outkast – 1-08 Ms. Jackson Feat. Jaydee

[Andre] Yeah, this one right here goes out to all the baby’s mamas’ mamas… Mamas’ mamas, baby mamas’ mamas Yeah, go like this Chorus: I’m sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I’m sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times (Chorus) [Big Boi] My baby’s drama mama’s mama, don’t like me She doing things like havin’ her boys come from her neighborhood To the studio tryin’ to fight me She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out That’s my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I pay that I love your mom and everything, see I ain’t no one to lay down She wanna rip you up start a custody war, my lawyer stay down She never had a chance to hear my side of the story, we was divided She had fish fries, cookouts, on my child’s birthday I ain’t 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 (Chorus) [Andre] Me and yo daughter Got...

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Outkast – E-Mac

From Texas to GA, niggas bleed in your speakerboxx Playas stand throwed, ho, puttin’ diamonds off in ya socks Blowin’ killa, sippin’ lean, and droppin’ springs North Dallas, and Aquemini, fool It’s all the same team (Echoes and fades) It’s all the same team It’s all the same...

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Outkast – Return Of The “G”

[Dre] It’s the return of the gangsta thanks ta’ Them niggas that’s on that blow that run up in yo’ 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 they’d rather be bouncin’ and shootin’ and killin’ and bouncin’ and shit get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta’ them niggas that thank [think] you soft and say y’all be gospel rappin’ but they be steady clappin’ when you talk about bitches & switches & hoes & clothes & weed let’s talk about time travelin’ rhyme javelin somethin’ mind unravelin’ get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta’ them niggas who got them kids who 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 so they end up being like yo’ sorry ass robbin’ niggas in broad ass daylight get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta’ them niggas that get the wrong impression of expression Then the question is Big Boi what’s up with Andre? Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay? When y’all gon’ break up? When y’all gon’ wake up? Nigga I’m feelin’ better than ever what’s wrong with you...

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Outkast – ATliens

[Big Boi] Well it’s the M – I – crooked letter, ain’t no one better And when I’m on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Cause I’m cooler than a polar bear’s toenails Oh hell, there he go again talkin’ that shit Bend, corner’s like I was a curve, I struck a nerve And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve I heard it’s not where you’re from but where you pay rent Then I heard it’s not what you make but how much you spent you got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I’m not worried Cause when we step up in the party, like I’m out-you-scurry So go get your fuckin’ shine box, and your sack of nickles It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I It’s that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you don’t listen Givin’ a shout out to my Uncle Donnell locked up in prison Hook: Andre’ (2x) Now throw your hands in the air And wave ‘em like you just don’t care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say O Yea-er [Andre’] Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral stimulation to the female gender,...

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