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OutKast - Flip Flop Rock lyrics
(feat. Killer Mike, Jay-Z) [Big Boi] Yeah.. ATLiens style on y'all ass [K. Mike] DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI [K. Mike] Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration - holla! [Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be [Y. Hova] Big Boi in the place to be (Young) [Y. Hova] Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch) [Y. Hova] I brought (holla) the whole hood with me [Big Boi] You got red dirt in your afro [Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be (yeah) [Y. Hova] OutKast in the place to be (yeah) [Verse One: Big Boi] Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block Didn't have to break a steerin column, didn't have to cook a rock A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya Never judge a person or a book by it's covers Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner You never took the time out, examine yourself boi .. are you black, white, asian? Indonesian, or Borean - that's black and Korean We on the same team if we breathin I jumped off the subject to see if you was seein that we drop a little science off in every verse They put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon' curse But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get devoured Any hour, any cipher, any way to any height Because I might just SNAP on a FUCK-ass nigga Might clap a cap at a sucka-ass nigga In the meantime, Daddy Fatsacks gon' chill out He might just, pull out his pistol and let that thang whistle at your windshield or your residence Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder than the park bench to start this Marcus, Jason, my little brother James All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a pair A player stiffen the competition Pressed like Levi's and toughskins, one minus one Negative one minus negative one is nothin Bustin d-boy raps and player poems The 'Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd And rock the crowd original material while you bore 'em Your live show consists of everybody's shit but you're-uns Do your own shit! In your live show (bitin ass nigga) [Chorus: Jay-Z - repeat 2X] Young Hov' in the place to be Big Boi in the place to be (Young) Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch) I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah) [Verse Two: Big Boi] Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze with her +Eyes Wide Shut+, before I asked to hit her gut If you brunette, +Legally Blonde+ I might respond Take you to +Swan Lake+ and beyond Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clap on I switch the flow so quick you cannot fa-thom I take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea and try to grab one line or sentence Rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist And give him a clean bill of health Wealth might make you look good but you sound like shit And your team lookin shitty to death [Verse Three: Killer Mike] My nigga Big Boi said, watch 'em as they gawk and they gander You can follow or lead like Commander Picard You can have +The Whole World+ Or be satisfied with the boulevard, overstand this young player's rhyme I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme Focused on every word, and line Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime I was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm the epitome of raw rhyme Got signed, got serious about the craft of raw rhyme and I got mine - Aquemini's murderous monster move minds Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime When you see I'm comin holla one-time, holla one-time When you see I'm comin holla one-time (one-time) [Chorus] [Interlude] Don't, you, like, to groove In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes To run yo' tennis shoes Don't, it, matter to you That OutKast we got that slump for y'all Keep that funk for y'all [Verse Four: Jay-Z] When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes At the interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm them interviews dudes wanna know what he copped And where you got that, and how could they buy that Where the million dollar watch at, stop that! Why that, why this, niggaz wanna hijack the flyness I'm on a whole 'nother plane A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin Understand what I'm sayin Hov' and OutKast, whatchu think about that? Really don't matter though what you niggaz chatter though Anybody get out of line then you trust that the mac'll go b-r-r-r-r-ap, got you killed for that alone Back on the shit, back on the strip Another hit I'm not gon' miss [Interlude] |
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