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 – 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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Outkast – Xplosion

[Andre] Hello lord, it’s me again, I just wanna make to love the whole globe And all her girlfriends now don’t that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win Now won’t that make us all fools Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second Niggaz in the street they want it hurry When niggaz start biting that’s when 3000 starts to worry A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray Answer quick do you know what desire is? “Huh?” Apparently not that’s why you get what you got Now answer this do you know what fire is? “Yeah” The body of hot, the motivator of pots Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you What the future holds in its sweaty palms Thank I’m finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she’ll cum Prom night might excite a down right fight like White blood cell to the common cold rebel Night gets jealous of day play is no longer The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale Hook: We just can’t be amazed Even if you pull the pin...

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