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Outkast
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(Big Boi)
Time and time again see I be thinking about that future
Back in the day when we slaves up everyones a cool ass nigga
But now we vultures, slam my nigga back out
To make his ass black out, or even pull your fuking head
To make his whole crew believers, youre harder than a bitch full of dicks
But that dont be sounding like hes shit to me
See now in the ghetto or should I say Lakewood
You better be strapped cuz them niggaz over there just aint good
Just being a hustla, serving on all your customers
Rent was due on the 1st of the month so Im hustling
I buy you 50 box of Phillies at the Citgo
And niggaz be wanting drinks and shit from the fuking sto, yo
But thats aight, tho, cuz I be getting paid
And every trip I take, theres a dollar to be made
Im digging through my pockets for my earnings got you five
Deep, there it is, now its time to smoke that jive
(Chorus)
If you smoke a dime, then Ill smoke a dime (2x)
Hey Dre, Let em know whats up
(Andre)
Ive been slipping, slowly but surely
Niggaz I used to hang wit wants to act like they dont know me
Come and listen to my story, I gots alot of shit up on my mind
I wipe the boo-boo from my brain then I finish your behind
Take a number, I caught you in a slumber
I hit you for a lick, Im in the slammer for the summer
But now its the fall, Im having a ball, making my nickels act strong
To my niggaz got to servin when they beep and when they call
I got the Peter, Paul and plus that Mary Jane
Im rolling reefer out of a Regal, how could I refrain
from being rough, from being tough, from being dangerous
Im hangin wit the P.A. Niggaz, aint no gankin us
See you can try, if you try, if you dont, you dont
If you wanna battle, its either that you will or you wont
See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke
If you got some fly shit, yo, niggaz gonna how we tote
Dope, is not what I be slanging on this track
Niggaz dont comprehend that it be deeper that Cadillacs
You know that, right, you bite, you fuked up
You wont be getting away this time, Im real as hell, so whats up
I rip shit wit pimp shit, Im flinging it from the south
Talk bad about the A town, Ill bust you in your fuking mouth
Chorus
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04.Aug.2001 12:08:49 |
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24.Dec.2004 00:12:25 |
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