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Outkast
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[Big Boi]
Well it is I, the pimp playin nigga that you heard about
Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses
I got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I fuck with
I buy amps that pops my trunk swift
Ive been a player since the age of two
Thats when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk
Do how them hoe sellers do
See born and raised as a pimp, thats what I claim to be
Always claimin true to what I do and then fuck what I see
I pledge allegiance to the streets, thats where I growed up
And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up
But fuck it, Im on my own, Im in my zone
And nothin wrong, you dont belong, you left me standing alone
Yeah, Im the nigga with the feather in my hat
Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that
But you aint know Im the one dippin and dodgin bullets
The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin to pull it
So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore
They were my idols when I was a kid
From nappy head, greasy face, eatin watermelon
To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon
chorus: repeat 2X
I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt, thats how I payed my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, thats how it be
So all the real niggaz step up like the playas thats in back of me
[Dre]
All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin over me
Growin up a little G, my mama thought Id grow to be
A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin harder
Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten
This aint no secret garden, so you fly when niggaz flee
If it is one of my own, Im lettin the trigger be
Cuz I got love for any nigga who got love for me
And then I get a slap of dap when Im slangin quarter keys
Just tryin to make it, then of age, come through, take it
I aint forgot about yall women who be workin niggaz butt naked
At Magic City, shakin titties just to pay the rent
Lord, tryin to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sent
But I aint got no sense, thats what I got them thinkin
I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin
Cuz I be takin the rough side of the mountain
If you cross my path, Ill leave you drainin like a fountain
Yes its been like that since way back, in 1975
Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive
So little botty bwoy better say your prayers
You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya
chorus: repeat 4X
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