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Aquemini (09/29/1998)
. . .

Hold on , be strong
Take off your thong
This is how we sing the song
Sing along

I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm
And smelling like Boone Farm
Hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief it to steal from his own mom
Kuniving Kon
Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screaming
"Let's get it on"
A lust that love the drank
Drunk driving a tank
Rolling over a bank
Cops see my and faint
It's drastic
And I'm passed my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slitting your throat
Push a baby carriage into the street
Till it's minced meat
Your men's been beat
The minute I step foot on your street
This is fight music

Hold on , be strong
Take off your thong
This is how we sing the song
Sing along

Everybody needs someone to rub their shoulders
And scratch their dandruff
And everybody need to quit actin hard and shit
Before you get your ass whooped (I'll slap the fuck out ya!)
And everybody needs somebody to love
Before its too late
Its too late

Hold on , be strong
Take off your thong
This is how we sing the song
Sing along


. . .

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
you get down!

[Big Boi]
Man a nigga don't want no trouble
a playa just want to kick back with my gators off
and watch my lli'l Gull blow bubbles
But still ready to rhyme
standin' my ground never back down
Willin' to rob steal & kill any thang that threatens mine
But good luck couldn't 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 gon' be the first nigga we attack
don't want that but it comes though
most of the time you don't 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
Kinda like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover
strictly for the Caddy lovers and never the
nut huggin' punk motherfuckers

. . .

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 

Verse 1:(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 takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family 
Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way 
We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave 
A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya 
Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas 
Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty 
Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties 
Damn we the committee gone burn it down 
But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now 


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 ass'll be a has what 
Thats one to live by or either that one to die to 
I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure 
Andre, got to her station here's my destination 
She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours 
Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin with it 
But I'm witcha you 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, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote 
And I hope I never have to float in that boat 
Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote 
That I want to hear when I'm goin down when all's said and done 
And we got a new joe in town 
When the record player get to skippin and slowin down 
All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then... 

(Harmonica Solo) 

. . .

featuring Raekwon 

Intro/Chorus: OutKast 

Old school players to new school fools 
'Kast keep it jumpin like kangaroos 
but skew it on the bar-b we ain't tryin to lose 
Say 'I be got damnit they done changed the rules' 
(repeat 2X) 

Verse One: Andre Benjamin 

The common denominator, the nigga numerator 
Never know who the hater, niggaz cater to your ego 
I'm sorry like Atari whose the cousin to Coleco.. Vision 
caught a Rico, back on the street like Chico.. DeBarge 
he large and got a 'Llac in the garage 
Few parts here and there, I declare hard, my lawd 
One at Clark, one at Spelman 
Both know each other and it's cool, you can tell when 
he step off in the party women jump for joy 
But all the wild niggaz scheamin they gon' jump the boy 
for spittin all that bourgeoise, my watch, my car 
I'm a star -- I'd rather be a comet by far -- rrrahhh! 


Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef 

Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso 
Grow hydro, then bag it up yo 
Price that longevity, suggest make moves 
slow take time grow eight, react nine blow 
Hydro slide raw like fuck Renaldo 
Fly ride though, shit lookin wild dope 
then glide yo, flippin the page, I go 
Watch five-oh, jump on my meat, ride slow 
Watch those, undercovers, cop those, rock those 
Glocks blows leave em baggy and collect spot grows 
Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht and wash clothes 
Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block plot grows, what? 


Verse Three: Big Boi 

Boi, I bust raps like D-boys bust gats, shit 
We the type of people that don't bury the axe 
or the hatchet, everytime we see your link we snatch it 
Ridin round our hood talkin that dumb shit, your cabbage 
is cracked, like plumber's ass, and summer's grass 
I been in the game for a minute, seen some suckaz like y'all passin 
thinkin you're 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 _Southerplayalisticadillacmuzik_ was a classic, right! 
College Park, East Pointe and Decatur they got my back, so 
We gon' keep on jammin and stabbin off in the track, ahh 
Think it's time to bungee but buddy we will be back 
and I'm fin' to put some D's on the 'Llac, know dat! 

. . .

Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die 
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes "y" 
nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever 
But until they close the curtain 
it's him & I Aquemini 

[Big Boi] 
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said 
get on the bus go get your work 
and keep your beeper chirpin' is a must 
Is you on that dust or cornstarch 
familiar with that smack man 
The music is like that green stuff 
provided to you by sack man 
Pac man how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that man? 
Ridin' round Old National on 18's without no gat man 
I'm strapped man & ready to bust on any nigga like that man 
Me & my nigga we roll together like Batman & Robin 
we prayed together through hard times 
and swung hard when it was fitting 
But now we tappin' the brakes from all them corners 
that we be bending in Volkswagens & Bonnevilles 
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes 
If you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain 
steering wheel for real you can go on chill out & still build 
let your paper stack instead of going into overkill 
pay ya fuckin beeper bill bitch 


Twice upon a time there was a boy who died twice 
and lived happily ever after but that's another chapter 
live from home of the brave with dirty dollars 
& beauty parlors & baby bottles & bowling ball Impalas 
& street scholars that's majoring in culinary arts 
You know how to work bread cheese & dough 
from scratch but see the catch is you can get caught 
Know what ya sellin' what ya bought so cut that big talk 
Let's walk to the bridge now meet me halfway 
now you may see some children dead off in the pathway 
it's them poor babies walkin' slowly to the candy lady 
It's lookin' bad need some hope 
like the words maybe, if, or probably more than a hobby 
when my turntables get wobbly they don't fall 
I'm sorry y'all I often drift I'm talkin' gift 
so when it comes you never look the horse inside it's grill 
of course you know I feel like the bearer of bad news 
Don't want to be it but it's needed so what have you 
Now question is every nigga with dreads for the cause? 
Is every nigga with golds for the fall? Naw 
So don't get caught in appearance 
it's Outkast Aquemini another Black experience Okay 


[Big Boi] 
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 boy we professional 
we missed a lot of church so the music is our confessional 
Get off the testicles & the nut sacks 
you bust a rhyme we bust back 
Get get back for real niggas that's out here tryin' to spit facts 
You hear dat can't come near dat maybe you need to quit 
because Aquemini is Aquarius & Gemini runnin' shit like this 
Yea yea yea yea 

My mind warps and bends floats the wind count to ten 
meet the twin Andre Ben. welcome to the lion's den 
original skin many men comprehend 
I extend myself so you go out & tell a friend 
Sin all depends on what you believing in 
Faith is what you make it that's the hardest shit since MC Ren 
Alien can blend right on in wit' yo' kin 
look again 'cause I swear I spot one every now & then 
It's happenin' again wish I could tell you when 
Andre this is Andre y'all just gon' have to make amends 

. . .

featuring George Clinton 

Intro: Andre Benjamin and George Clinton *singing* 

Everybody's got opinions 
on the way you're living 
But see they can't fill your shoes 
Life is made of half illusion (illusion) 
Forty percent confusion (confusion) 
Whatever's left I'm using to keep myself from losing, yea 
You don't know what I've been through (oooh) 
Hell I might go through you (ghetto boy that, won't eat, tonight) 
Uh-oh, oh no-oahohh (that little boy just wanna eat tonight) 
Hey hey (he scuffles with her booty and her face) hey hey 
And mm-mmmmmm (mom I'm seekin that sir tea and some soup yea) 
All in all it's all in my head 

Verse One: Big Boi 

You know it's that high guy, from East P.I. 
Spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me 
boi how you gonna handle me? 
You want me to lolligag and talk that bullshit? 
I refuse to play so I'm gon' speak that Southern good shit 
That harder than yo' hood shit, lil' shit 
that make y'all niggaz think about the trigger 
before you pull it, on liquor stores and banks 
Them folks got more than enough bullets to put that ass 
off in the slang, don't claim no gang, we the niggaz 
that did that "Ain't No Thang But a Chicken Wang" 
But still though, how you gonna play a nigga like dildo 
We OutKast til it's over, barbeque and never mildo 
For real bro 

"In tonight's news, 20th century technology: 
has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far? 
Einstein or Frankenstein? 
Dr. Scholl's, or Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? 
Are we digging into new ground, 
or digging our own graves? Story at 11" 

Verse Two: George Clinton 

Valley girls are horny tonight (synthesizer) 
Fuzzy logic, their pubic virginity (synthesizer) 
Ooooh oooh ooh .. (synthesizer) 
Ooooh oooh ooh .. (synthesizer) 

Conceived under the influence of toxic wasted doctors 
Computer buggin debuggin device-a and vice versa 
and various viruses 
Performing with laser light precision and verbal incision 
For a lingustic ballistic lobotomy 
Mind-fuckin you, a psycho-sodomy 
of the medula oblongata 
Accept your mind down your spine and out your behind 
Fuck you 

Verse Three: Andre Benjamin 

Synthesizer, microwave me 
Give me a drug so I can make seven babies 
Pump my breasts up, can you suck the fat up 
Please make my life appear 
like ain't no such thing as bad luck 
My, nose ain't right 
Like I need a new one 
Just take your pick, a yellow red 
A black or a blue one 
Virtual reality, virtual, BULLSHIT 
Synthesizer preachers can reach you 
up in the pulpit 
Who a bitch? 
Give me my gat so I can smoke this nigga 
Tell his mamma not to cry 
because they can clone him quicker 
than it took his daddy to make him 
Niggaz bitin verbatim 
Thought provokin records radio never played dem 
Instant, quick grits, new, improved 
Hurry hurry, rush rush, world on the move 
Marijuana illegal but ciggarettes cool 
I might LOOK kinda funny but I ain't no fool 
Now if you wanna synthesize I emp-athize 
Now if you wanna synthesize I emp-athize 
But if you synthesize I will understand 
your synthesizer man 

Verse Four: George Clinton 

Ghetto boy horny tonight 
SCSI with a booty in a cage 
Problem sinkin down and stretchin out 
so sleepy, playing safe in cyberspace 
Cybersexy Wendy (synthesizer) 
Web walkin in the nude 
Digital good time, digital good time 
Said she'd lapdance on your laptop 
while your laptop's in your lap 
Digital good time, digital good time 
Cybersexy Wendy 
Web walkin in the nude 
Digital good time, digital good time 
Said she'd tapdance on your laptop 
while your laptop's in your lap 
Digital good time, digital good time 
Digital good time, digital good time 
Cybersexy Wendy 
Web walkin in the nude 
Digital good time, digital good time 
Digital good time, digital good time 

. . .

featuring Backbone & Cool Breeze 

From front to back street, listen, we on a mission 
to get right, workin street corner in the midnight 
Picture the scene, these fiends with fire 
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that 
I'm wit whateva like Wheatstraw 
Stuck servin my cocaine raw 
Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back 
Twenty over now that's mo' money to get 
Slick, we fin' to LICK on this corner without gettin caught 
But time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short 
Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him) 
That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin 
But I make moves -- shake them tricks up out they shoestrings 
Be more precise when we do things 
Cause life like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice 
like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay 

Chorus: repeat 2X 

I'm strickly dressin dirty dirty 
Gone represent it to the t-top 
Born and bred up on the street top 
Get to the money and the sweet spot 
and forever hollerin 
"Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops 

[Big Boi] 
Cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them dollars and cents 
They get in a slump like baseball players 
when they short on they rent 
Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU spent 
But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents 
who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed 
and ALL the chicken 
Feedin everybody, smokin em out 
When you was broke though they was missin 
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, startin to tear up YO' suspension 
And your baby mamma on child support 
My fault, forget to mention 
You don't even have a checkin account 
Wasn't thinkin about no pension 
I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen 
Had determination and graduated 
Now I got the whole rap world fascinated 
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it 
Continue to sell dope, it's payin the bills so you gon' do it 
But legislation got this new policy 
Three strikes and you're ruined.. now where your crew at? 


[Cool Breeze] 
Me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs 
We better watch what we doin, and look out for Joe Nab 
And quit re'in-up and standin on this same old block 
before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot 
Niggaz talkin cause they makin some flow 
But still ain't did nuttin that ain't been done befo' 
You can't be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot 
And improvise and work with that little you got 
So I think when I finish sellin my last sack 
I'ma take some of this money, go and give some back 
Cause people won't forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin? 
And start thinkin bout a path to pave 

. . .

[Big Boi] 
February 1st, 1975 it happened 
Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin 
My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen 
My daddy was sellin that sack, now he's gots responsibilities 
Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at work 
and she couldn't watch my every move so shit I started servin 
Around Frazier Home, down in the West Side projects 
Changin over foodstamps, and hittin a lick was next see 
I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased 
I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed East 
So flyin, or floatin, a Brougham is what I'm sportin 
Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin in slow motion boi 
So meet me deep in the streets that's where I learned the capers 
Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers 
I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket 
But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me 
They wanna be me and my family too 
Because the money that I make be puttin cable off in every room 
So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies 
It's everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me 
But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch 
Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this shit 
And if you comin with eight dollars, you shit out of luck 
Because the West Side ain't takin no shorts on the dime 
So fire it up 


Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch 
Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! 
(like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop) 
Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch 
Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! 
(and it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah) 

See, niggaz in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains 
Been doin it for years, so these niggaz ain't gone change 
They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul 
Been wearin furry Kangol's, so that shit is old 
You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent 
Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent 
You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk 
as long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump 
I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang 
Cause the niggaz in the Pointe ain't changed, main 
You might call us country, but we's only Southern 
And I don't give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another 

. . .

[Big Boi] 
Somebody hit me the other day, for a rendezvous 
Was it the bitch that fucked the Goodie, and the Dungeon Crew 
Let's say her name was Suzy Skrew, cause she SCREWED a lot 
Makin a nigga hit that chonk, at legitimate spots 
Not no parks, backseats, or things of that nature 
Had to hate ya playa, I'm dickin the hoe down never said I paid her 
Straight laid her, slayed the bitch like Darth Daver, made her 
From College Park and Fayette, all the way down to Decatur 
Like Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty, that was shorty 
Safe as a snake on eggs in a Beamer eight-hundred-forty 
It's foggy, I went to the crib to call her but she lost me 
My baby mamma beeped seven o'clock it's gonna cost me 
but I still wanna cut her though, maybe she had to work 
I caught her in the mall, wearin a real tight skirt 
She was, fine as FUCK, I wanted to sex the hoe up 
She said, "Let's hit the parking lot so I can sick your duck" 
I said, "Cool, I really wanted to cut you but this'll do. 
I gotta pick up my daughter plus my baby mamma beeped me too." 
She said she understood then everything was kosher 
I gave her a Lil' Will CD, and a fuckin poster 
It's like that now 

It's like that now, you better go on 
and get, the hump, up out your back now 
It's about four, or five, cats 
off in my 'Llac now 
We just, shoot, game in the 
form of story rap now (yeah) 
It's like that now, it's like that now 

[Andre Benjamin] 
Now Suzy Skrew had a partna named Sasha (Sasha), Thumper (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 yawnin dancin under street lights 
We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right 
in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite 
all of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above 
(aww man) Talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up 
I said what you wanna be, she said, "Alive" (hmm) 
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 mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin her wrong 
I kept on singin my song and hopin at a show 
that I would one day see her standin 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 

It's like that now, you better go on 
and get, the hump, up out your back now 
It's about four, or five, cats 
off in my 'Llac now 
We just, shoot, game in the 
form of story rap now (yeah) 
It's like that now, it's like that now 

It's like that now, you better go on 
and get, the hump, up out your back now 
It's about four, or five, cats 
off in my 'Llac now 
We just, shoot, game in the 
form of story rap now (yeah) 

. . .

[Andre Benjamin] 
Yea yea yea yeah yah yo 
Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too 
Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue 
Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you 
Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate, to residue 
Silly mortals haven't a clue 
as to what the fuck is goin on 
I'm on the telephone, dialin the Dungeon 
"Hello?" 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 ain't much time 
Mamma Earth is tossin and turnin and that's our sign 
Omega Nigga IFO's are landin in Decatur 
Hope I'm not over your head but if so you will catch on later 
Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo' 
Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so' 
from niggaz constantly fuckin her never lovin her never showin 
appreciation bustin nuts in her face when they done 

[Big Boi] 
The sky is fallin nobody ballin 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 at the house 
cause I knew they'd try to ram me, but I'm stabbing 
Makin a path on expressways, the best way I know how 
Up in the sky, East-West, no clouds 
Him comin now, fuck that money now, I ask my honey how 
she feeling and is Jordan okay, yeah yeah she's chillin 
We should be in the Dungeon shortly 
Ain't nobody on they porch see 
Approachin the final exit 
I'm thinkin I see four horsies but I don't though 
Nigga you WON'T know, until it's 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 they smokin 
Writin the raps and doin 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 distor-TION *echoes* 

{sung in a low voice over and over} 

. . .

featuring Masada & WitchDoctor 

Mahogany team queens up on the rise 
Be careful, watch your back, blackbirds don't wear disguise 
How we comin, comin hard.. camels too slow 
Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what?) 
The game is hot you could never be a winner 
Just begun a game so considered a beginner 
Masada for real, this shorty here is here to say 
Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay 
I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, offa loud gun shot licks 
Fuck stones and sticks, loudmouths get nicks 
This life is plus I be the bill-be-board, Scarface want 
italiano, I'm the real McCoy, nigga what? 
Can't be a joke I've been through too many games 
Niggaz laugh, but my expression wasn't hardly the same 
Show me respect cause it's due, you keep the fear 
cause I'll get over and believe I'll come back at you 

Mamacita, papadonna (4X) 

[Andre Benjamin] 
Yo, now 
You and your nigga shit shaky 
And at the time your heart feel down and broke like Achy Breaky 
Lump in your throat, feel like a trachea, oh dummy 
The pain that's in your chest done made it's way 
down to your tummy, you wide open, you start smokin wit ya girl 
She nigga bashin sayin you don't need em in your world 
Niggaz all dogs? If niggaz all dogs, then what you call broads? 
Felines in heat, meowin for some yawn balls 
Now you and hear done got to drankin 
Oh now it's really crunk, cause y'all silly drink 
and your girl done got to thinkin 
She talkin bout, "Girl you look so beautiful" 
You say thank you bein nice you try to change the subject 
Want some beans and rice? But she's back at you like a pit 
mixed with a chihuahua how much meaner can you get? 
Don't let her have her way with you she's gonna have a fit 
You're the candy apple of her eye and bout to get bit 
here's what you do -- you 
grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall 
Say, "Bitch don't ever disrespect me never not at all" 
These simple words can put a pause to half of the applause 
Them black ball laws of balance at all cost 

Mamacita, papadonna (4X) 

Que pasa, que pasa? Check this out 
Quiet nights like this, might twist one for the moda 
on the balcony, I got a sofa 
Nights like this is perfect, for this Spanish Fly 
Can you come over, somethin, I wanna show ya 
Told ya once we was gon' take a trip, touch you 
with my lips where you like it, it's time, don't fight it 
Piggy-back ride to the sofa, in the microwave 
I got your favorite Stouffer's, lasagna, that's how much 
I want ya, fuck flowers 
The ceremony starts from the shower with the water 
I got somebody's daughter in the Doctor headquarters, chillin 
Prepare for this sex drillin, she said somethin in Spanish 
Got me feelin mannish, me and you fin' ta vanish 
real quick, feel this shit, got cheese, tryin to make cheese 
to get you pregnant overseas 
Maybe make sho' that's my seed 
Quiet nights like this, bachelor like me is single 
Talkin to you Miss Bilingual 
Let's mingle in the crowd, watch them show, pop some Moet 
Tryin to get you so wet, never been to Spain 
Never been a lame, horny, ever since I been a tiny 
Fuckin with niggaz with ageless bodies 
Talkin to me, while I squeeze it bare 
Let me talk to you while I run my fingers through your hair 

Mamacita, papadonna (4X) 

[Big Boi] 
Friday night boi, breakin the old school out, boi we cruisin 
Bout fo' niggaz and fo' hoes, it ain't gon be nobody losin 
but they choosin 
Better get in where you fit in cause it's crucial 
I'm tryin to cut bout two of them girls 
cause that just what I'm used to 
I mean that, the first that look my way 
just gon' get splack packed 
To the front to the back there's Cognac 
Got my throat, burnin like burlap 
Everybody cheezin, knowin these hoes gon' cut like pleasers 
These hookers they praisin my crew 
like Reverend Hodo be praisin Jesus 
The easiest was the meanest, but the skeezer was a beanie 
she thought we was some motherfuckin genies 
So I checked her, like the king I am, no disrespect intended 
Told her, and her silly friends, 
"Get out" before they got offended 
To the Laquinta we went, layin them hoes down 
on the freestyle tip, geyeah! 

Mamacita, papadonna (8X) 

Permecito, senorita, mamacita 
Mira mira, what's your name? Maria 
Same as mi tia, de Colombia 
I don't, >>> in Atlanta, Georgia 
And you don't think I got nuttin for ya? 
You must be crazy 
I'm out here tryin to feed my baby 
Lil Bre, ya 

. . .

featuring Patrick Brown 

Damn damn damn James 

[Patrick Brown] 
Dickie shorts & Lincoln's clean 
leanin' checking out the scene 
Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit 
Nigga where you wanna go? 
You know the club don't close 'til four 
let's party 'til we can't no more 
Watch out here come the folks 

As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens 
Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-tech 
nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA 
via Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot where 
young men & young women go to experience 
they first li'l taste of the nightlife 
Me? Well I've never been there, well perhaps once 
But I was so engulfed in the Old "E" 
I never made it to the door you speak of hard core 
while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems 
and the 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 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 it's only about 3 A.M. 
and three niggas just don' got hauled 
off in the ambulance [sliced up] 
two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham] 
and one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout 
"Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?" 
It's just my interpretation of the situation 


[Big Boi] 
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 smooth like a hot comb 
on nappy ass hair 
I walked up on her & 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 [ya dig] 
One moment you frequent the booty clubs & 
the next four years you & somebody's daughter 
raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang 
that's if you're on top of your game 
and man enough to handle real life situations [that is] 
Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money 
might not always be sufficient but the 
United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office 
didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss 
So now you back in the trap just that, trapped 

. . .

featuring Goodie Mob 

Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together 
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go 
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared 
Many a bitch, represents, and is led 
Whichever way no I'm not gay 
and really don't give a fuck bout what you doin 
Long as I pave the way 
for my SouthWest GA warriors 
To come in packs, to feed, takin what we need 
to succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road 
We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory 
Makin our life one big story to tell 
Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body 
I got proof, I'm not scared 

If you scared, say you scared 

Who's scared? 
In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant 
The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me? 
Now most be scully, went from clean to muddy 
Polished to shine, the season to rhyme 
Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground 
Been lookin for love, now I bubble like suds 
Others flew sky high, while others were duds 
Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods 
Situation they change, like faces and names 
Went from cool to plain, from lame to flame 
Man down or not, man plans or plots 
Give a FUCK what you think, we ain't movin out this spot 
And I'm out 

If you scared, say you scared 

[Andre Benjamin] 
Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense 
Niggaz on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint) 
At age fifteen they start smokin Billy Clint' 
Now he's twenty-one and wants to know where the time went 
Hey hey hey what's the haps? Well see your time elapsed 
Have you ever thought of the meaning of the word trapped 
Baboon on your back, but what's sad is that crack 
was introduced to hispanic communities and blacks 
But then it spread to white and got everyone's undivided attention 
Cause your daughter is on it and you can't hide it 
Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded 
You scared, she scared, they scared, I said 
they scared they scared to talk about it 
bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it * repeats and fades * 

If you scared, say you scared 

[Big Boi] 
February 1st, 1975's my birthdate 
The player the B-O-I, was brought onto this Earth on Thursday 
I think see, my cap I twist it back from all the dank 
But if you see me on the Ave, you betta believe I tote that shank 
So what y'all though bruh? 
I gotta protect my name and what we fought for 
Southernplayalistic ATLiens in your sock drawer 
No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings 
Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning 
The intro, the Goodie we kinfolk, nigga it's fin to jump off 
But now it's time I lay low 
cause I believe the track gon' cut off 
Psych, the track is bumpin like pussies on some dykes 
So if you scared say you scared cause everybody can die tonight 
Cause my heart don't pump no Slushee 
You touch my niggaz you touch me 
I blow up the micraphone like Marilyn Manson, you can't hush me 

Heat'll make anything move 
Even Tyson, can get laid down, with this tool 
Just cause the name say Goodie, you take us for fools 
out they rabbit ass mind, don't give me mine, I go off like mines 
blowin suckers to smithereens, we was never folks 
If we fell out over this lil' cream 
Or let some soft legs come in between our dreams 
We live like Kings, and die like fuckin men 
I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down 
Ain't no openin up shop, we already established 
You lap doggin, we boss hoggin 
Grown men, don't beg for attention 
Keep wishin, high heels clickin 
Paper champions, leavin with they feet behind 
Zap em for the pumpkin, at twelve 
on the bottom bunk, holla at me 
Six to the left, last one, can't turn over with dirt on ya 
Slain dead, devils, don't have enough to purchase my essence 
in da head, missin ounces, zip code, eight miles 
Suckas, think I got they package 
but they still eatin moo-moo, oink-oink 
and fowl-fowl-fowl-fowl.. *repeats* 

The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it 
So remember that, OutKast, Goodie Mo.B. 
still standin for somethin while y'all fallin for nothin 
Stop dyin over this lil concrete and lil paper 
We get this shit together our power's enormous 
You can deny the lie but you can't deny the truth 

. . .

Shit man 
Nigga gotta go on the got down 
Get the shit straight when I got damn get out 
Well shit 
This what really goin down 

Whassup my nigga another day the same shit 
Punk-ass C.O.'s on a nigga dick 
Got me up at three o'clock cookin nappy grits 
I'm a G from C.P. I can't take the shit 
Tryin to hold a nigga down in this country ass town 
I'm used to smokin chronic movin pounds 
They got a nigga on some "Sir, yessir, left right left" 
Throw me in a hole if my ass outta step 
They treat you like a motherfuckin slave 
Dopefiends, cryin Jesus, swear they saved 
Niggaz better get they game tight 
Cause these crackers tryin to take a nigga life and they rights 
I'm surrounded by fake-ass crooks 
They swear they kingpins but don't have money on they books 
I hear so many lies it make me sick 
These niggaz called ballers sellin dimes and licks 
I can't wait til the day they let me go 
So I can eat some steak and shrimp 
grab a mic, and bust a flow 
I'm Audi 5 nigga lights out 
Hold it down on the streets until the day that I get out 

. . .

featuring Erikah Badu, BIg Rube & Cee-Lo

And there's a, and there's a 
And there's a, and there's a, finnne.. linnne 
Too late to pray that I'm on it.. 

Ya, yeah, yeahhhh 

Y'all, uh-huh, y'all 

[Andre Benjamin] 
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see 
Came way too late, but baby I'm on it.. 
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see 
Came way too late, but baby I'm on it.. 
Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see 
That's Liberation and baby I want it.. 
Can't worry bout, what anotha nigga think 
Now that's Liberation and baby I want it.. 

[Big Boi] 
(Let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those) 
How many times I, sit back and contemplate 
I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm tellin my story.. 
My relationship, with my folks is give and take 
And I done took so much, not givin my glory 
Now have a choice to be who you wants to be 
It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did) 
I said I have a choice to be who you wants to be 
It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me 

No, nooo, noooooooo 
I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly 
Seven and forty days.. heyyy 
Ohhhh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe 
To make you believe, I'd give my life awayyyy 
Oh lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired 
My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my owwwwn 
All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee.. 
We alive or we ain't livin, that's why I'm givin until it's gone 
Cause I don't wanna be alone (I don't wanna be alone) 
I don't wanna be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee 
If there's anything I can say, to help you find your way 
Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I.. 
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe 
that you die.. but I can feel it in the wind 
The beginning or the end 
But people keep your head to the skyyyyy 

[singers in background over interlude] 
Shake that load off, shake that load off (16X) 

[Erykah Badu] 
Folk in your face, you're a superstar 
Niggaz 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 rollin in 
Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends 
All you wanna do is get to where you are 
but the label tried to make you compromise your art 
You make a million dollars, make a million mo' 
First class probably treat you like a nigga po' 
You wanna say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask 
as your world starts spinning and it's moving fast 
Try to stay sane, it's the price of fame 
Spending your life trying to numb the pain 
You shake that note off and sing a song 
Liberate the minds, then you go on home.. 

[Big Rube] 
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 
They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries 
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts 
Cause it's a hard row to hoe 
if your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall 
And the ground just dry 
But the roots are strong, so some survive 
So you're surprised, now I'm 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 don't wanna get it started 
We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy 
It's like that red sprite, you can't 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 bust how you feel 
Pack the steel 
Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe 
I don't 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 
Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen 
And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble 
Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs 
Though the man on your head say the story 
As you downplay your glory 
Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen 
Just by rappin... 

. . .

Yo, this is my story, this is my song 
And to them rudypoots don't attempt to try this at home 
It's just a poem until y'all learn right from wrong 
Kwow when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome 
But it's back on, another stormy night in Atlanta, Georgia 
Overcast, but on behalf of Outkast, I cordially 
Invite you to an emotion filled theater 
Bring your umbrella cause young fella it gets no weirder 

We reign, reign supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings 
Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole 
Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n'roll indubitably, piper pied 
Now hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride 

You are now about entering the fifth demension of ascension 
Our only intention is to take you high 
High, yeah, yeah my lord 

(Big Boi) 
To make one bob they head would be the track job 
your job's to spit that fire 
Some of y'all MC's take this rhyming for granted I won't comply 
With that slackin, poppin and crackin 4th ward way we snappin 
They won't that hardness that oddness that gets a nigga to start this 
What's happening, see if do what yo won't do today boy 
Will I live tommorrow like you can't even live cause you strayed 
Motivational skills lacking, when I see you nigga packin 
Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car do' 
But you still stay with mom though playin the king like Don doe 
You chocked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be locced up 
Makin them thick Hip Hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain't scarred 
And if I see you in the streets I'd dap you down like you was Greg 

. . .

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