Tytuł: Flip flop rock

• Wykonawca: Outkast
• Wyświetleń: 257

  
   [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]