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One more time for y'all, y-y-yeah |
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If you didn't know you know now, outkast, stankonia |
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We shittin' on ery'body talkin' that bullshit |
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Now Peter |
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Piper picked a pepper, that was his downfall |
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I'm down with 'dre three thousand 'cause he got my back y'all |
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Ball if you want to, but do it with some class |
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GAsk me, do outkast got some flows so you can blast me |
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Nasty, niggaz on the point they see you shinin' |
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Engineers in the studio see me rhymin' |
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Don't get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent |
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You got a bodyguard, |
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I let my nigga tote the biscuit |
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Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat |
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Cap, cap, ya link snap, you slumped off in ya |
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CadillacFor what though, some diamonds and a |
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Bentley what you dyin' for |
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Aight hoe, |
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I'ma bake my cheese and let my mic flow |
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Prioritize to live through |
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Tell these other niggas how you bought yo' kid some tennis shoes |
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Let these brothers know that your momma she got her house too |
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Let these niggas know that your sister wouldn't of |
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Finished college without you |
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I doubt you, do that though, so do this here |
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And keep that bullshit out of our ear |
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You too near me to not hear me, too open to conceal me |
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The love for the music keepin' big boi spittin' real |
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G'Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive |
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And they say they gonna put one in your helmet' |
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Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got |
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Them dirty boys turn your pound cake to red velvet |
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How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got |
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Had he not purchased the newest mercedes |
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That lose it's value soon as you drive that bitch off the lot, lot, lot |
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Would he still be the latest, most wanted, doggonit you want it |
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He got it type nigga 'round the town, town, town |
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Had he not played it so flat |
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He ask you when half of these niggas hurtin' and workin' |
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Would be he be found, found, found |
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In a ho tel room shot up |
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With his dick shoved in some b got a lot up |
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Bill Gates don't dangle diamonds in the face |
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Of peasants when he microsoft'n in the place |
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You gettin' on my nerves, well |
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I'm gettin' on your case |
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Consider your surroundings or you leave without a trace' |
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Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive |
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And they say they gonna put one in your helmet' |
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Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got |
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Them dirty boys turn your pound cake to red velvet |
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I know you got the biggest bank roll and you ballin' |
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Follow the heater because the leader he is haulin' |
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Ass like Juan |
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Valdez, I think he scared' |
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Cause my nigga khujo goodie got that toolie to his head |
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Little did he know that, waitin' in the closet |
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No matter what you call that, playboy sure got done |
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Don was the one who came in contact |
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With those with slow goals who prone to sell crack |
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On this megaphone, hey look world |
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I'm onYou off, he floss hard 'cause he celebrate the fact |
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Little did he know that, waitin' in the closet |
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No matter what you call that, playboy sure got done' |
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Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive |
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And they say they gonna put one in your helmet' |
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Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got |
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Them dirty boys turn your pound cake to red velvet' |
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Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive |
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And they say they gonna put one in your helmet' |
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Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got |
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Them dirty boys turn your pound cake to red velvet |