Turn me up, don't turn me down
Cut me up, don't let me down
(Find, find a way)
Find a way to get out, without a hit out
You dig in, you dig out, you get out
Ghettomusick, GhettoMusick
Find a way to get in, to fit in, to get on
To get out, without a doubt
Ghettomusick, GhettoMusick
Climbing out this hole (climbin' out this hole)
With a frown on my face
(In the place to be) in the place to be
And not to be at the same time
G-H-E-T-T-O-M-U-S-I-C-K, stay down
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, just know that we won't play 'round
If it don't stank like they stank then they can't swallow that down
Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us
Find a way to get out, without a hit out
You dig in, you dig out, you get out
Ghettomusick, GhettoMusick
Find a way to get in, to fit in, to get on
To get out, without a doubt
Ghettomusick, GhettoMusick
I just want you to know how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great (how I feel)
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? (Oh, I)
I just want you to know how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great (how I feel)
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? (Oh, I)
Hot tub, bad to the bony, I'm Tony
As my Grandmama Edna Mae Kearse, she showed me
How to be the smooth operator, dominator
In the state of Georgia, hip-hop standard destroyer
Leave a motherf*cker open like a foyer
He from the dirty, now here come the paranoia
A lawyer couldn't object or disrespect the technique
Sweat me, wipe off the sweat
Fight off the shit and flush the waste down
The pipes of my life flow deep into the ground
Find my purpose on the surface of this Earth, this
Planet's standards trust and the purpose
Campaign in vain for the same lame fame
You've obtained, you ought to be detained
By the hip-hop sheriff, locked up, no possibility
Of getting out because the shit you make is killing me
And my ears and my peers
I hear the end is near, no fear, we disappear
Then reappear again in a fresh new light
I hope it's peaceful and cloudy
'Cause if it's not, we gotta fight like (fight like)
G-H-E-T-T-O-M-U-S-I-C-K, stay down
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, just know that we won't play 'round
If it don't stank like they stank then they can't swallow that down
Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us
Find a way to get out, without a hit out
You dig in, you dig out, you get out
Ghettomusick, GhettoMusick
Find a way to get in, to fit in, to get on
To get out, without a doubt
Ghettomusick, GhettoMusick
I just want you to know how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great (how I feel)
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? (Oh, I)
I just want you to know how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great (how I feel)
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? (Oh, I)
Outkast - Speakerboxxx/The Love Below Album Lyrics
Outkast - Speakerboxxx/The Love Below Lyrics
- GhettoMusick
- Unhappy
- Bowtie
- The Way You Move
- The Rooster
- Bust
- War
- Church
- Tomb Of The Boom
- Flip Flop Rock
- Reset
- Last Call
- Love Hater
- Happy Valentines Day
- Spread
- Prototype
- She Lives In My Lap
- Hey Ya
- Roses
- Good Day Good Sir
- Behold A Lady
- Pink & Blue
- Love In War
- Shes Alive
- Draculas Wedding
- Take Off Your Cool
- Vibrate
Writer: Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Bunny Sigler, Kenneth Gamble, Kenny Gamble
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Unhappy
Drowning in the gray cell
To dwell in earthly hell
A pimp warrior fell
One-two! Sir Lucious Left Foot in the muthaf*ckin' booth!
Lucious! (Lucious!) Sir Lucious Left Foot has just entered
[Hook:] Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! [4x]
[Verse 1:] First rule in this thang, never let `em see you sweat!
Never let `em be a threat and your feelings you must protect `em!
As well as your rectum! Must keep self out of harm, out of danger's way
Let strangers play while you graduate and move on!
True happiness is not acquired and you won't find it for sale
Unless you're in jail and trying to get a bail bondsman to go on and post that bail
You would be happy as hell! You thought you was happy until that court date came
Couldn't abort that case, nobody to take your place
Family home at stake, too late to escape and get on the run!!
[Hook]
[Verse 2:] One upon a rhyme, one time when I was a child (Flip that smile upside down now!)
When I found out that Santa Claus was nothing more than Vanilli
It was silly, `cause my mom and pop they worked for every penny!
Didn't have many, but had enought to get by! Enough to get fly!
Only to start on New Year off in debt now you forget
Your happiness came and went
Like mom and dad's realationship, take a trip
You got the potato chips? I'll bring the hot sauce!!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:] 1979 Dirty South, Local Lounge (Flip that smile upside down now!)
I never thought that alcohol could ease the notion of the sadness
Now what used to be a happy home done turned into some bad shit!
Graphic language, mild violence and the silence of the fams!
No members to remember, but I know just who I am
I've grown into a man and like my nigga said we executed the game plan
`Cause we got that hot sauce!!!!
[Hook]
To dwell in earthly hell
A pimp warrior fell
One-two! Sir Lucious Left Foot in the muthaf*ckin' booth!
Lucious! (Lucious!) Sir Lucious Left Foot has just entered
[Hook:] Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! [4x]
[Verse 1:] First rule in this thang, never let `em see you sweat!
Never let `em be a threat and your feelings you must protect `em!
As well as your rectum! Must keep self out of harm, out of danger's way
Let strangers play while you graduate and move on!
True happiness is not acquired and you won't find it for sale
Unless you're in jail and trying to get a bail bondsman to go on and post that bail
You would be happy as hell! You thought you was happy until that court date came
Couldn't abort that case, nobody to take your place
Family home at stake, too late to escape and get on the run!!
[Hook]
[Verse 2:] One upon a rhyme, one time when I was a child (Flip that smile upside down now!)
When I found out that Santa Claus was nothing more than Vanilli
It was silly, `cause my mom and pop they worked for every penny!
Didn't have many, but had enought to get by! Enough to get fly!
Only to start on New Year off in debt now you forget
Your happiness came and went
Like mom and dad's realationship, take a trip
You got the potato chips? I'll bring the hot sauce!!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:] 1979 Dirty South, Local Lounge (Flip that smile upside down now!)
I never thought that alcohol could ease the notion of the sadness
Now what used to be a happy home done turned into some bad shit!
Graphic language, mild violence and the silence of the fams!
No members to remember, but I know just who I am
I've grown into a man and like my nigga said we executed the game plan
`Cause we got that hot sauce!!!!
[Hook]
Writer: ALGENARD HERRING, ANTWAN PATTON, DAVID SHEATS
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Bowtie
(feat. Sleepy Brown, Jazze Pha)
[Hook:]
Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie `round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac!! Yeah!! [Repeat]
[Big Boi:]
Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cumberbun with no suspenders
My torpedo, you libido
Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys
To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this
Smack on smack on some of this dick tracy
Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker
You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor
Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream
She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things
Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where i's...
[Hook]
[Big Boi:]
Oh, lord! How can it be so hard??
To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique
You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak
Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that
But it takes years of perserverance and experience to get that cat!
So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with some of that
On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack!
As we strut skip the line through the glass window glance
We look fine, right on time
As we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've come to play
[Sleepy:]
Everybody's watching `cause them furs just hit the door
While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floor
To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you need
Throw your hands up if you feel me!! Throw your hands up if you feel me!!
`Cause we well designed like the finest wine
Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why
I got the ladies in line, because they can't deny
So raise your hands to the sky `cause we super fly
[Hook]
[Hook:]
Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie `round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac!! Yeah!! [Repeat]
[Big Boi:]
Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cumberbun with no suspenders
My torpedo, you libido
Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys
To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this
Smack on smack on some of this dick tracy
Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker
You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor
Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream
She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things
Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where i's...
[Hook]
[Big Boi:]
Oh, lord! How can it be so hard??
To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique
You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak
Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that
But it takes years of perserverance and experience to get that cat!
So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with some of that
On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack!
As we strut skip the line through the glass window glance
We look fine, right on time
As we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've come to play
[Sleepy:]
Everybody's watching `cause them furs just hit the door
While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floor
To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you need
Throw your hands up if you feel me!! Throw your hands up if you feel me!!
`Cause we well designed like the finest wine
Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why
I got the ladies in line, because they can't deny
So raise your hands to the sky `cause we super fly
[Hook]
Writer: ANTWAN PATTON, PHALON ALEXANDER, PATRICK BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., BMG Rights Management
The Way You Move
Boom, Boom, Boom
Ready for action, nip it in the bud
We never relaxin', OutKast is everlastin'
Not clashin', not at all but see my nigga want to do a little acting
Now that's for anyone askin' give me one pass 'em
Drip, drip, drop there goes an eargasm
Now you cumin' out the side of your face
We tapping right into your memory banks (thanks)
So click it our ticket, lets see your seat belt fastened
Trunk rattlin' like two midgets in the back seat wrasslin'
Speakerbox vibrate the tank, make it sound like aluminum cans in the bag
But I know y'all wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass
But I know y'all wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass
I like the way you move
I like the way you move (woo)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you move
I love the way you move (woo)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
Then the whole room fell silent
The girls all pause with glee
Turning left, turning right are they looking at me?
Well, I was looking at them, there, there on the dance floor
Now they got me in the middle feeling like a man whore
'Specially the big girl, big girls need love too no discrimination here squirrel
So keep your hands off my cheeks, let me study how you ride the beat
You big freak
Skinny, slim women got the camel toe within them
You can hump them, lift them, bend them, give them something to remember
Yell out timber when you fall through the chop shop
Take a deep a breath and exhale
Your ex male friend, boyfriend was boring as hell
Well, let me listen to the stories you tell
And we can make moves like a person in jail on the loco
I like the way you move
I like the way you move (woo)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you move
I love the way you move (woo)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
Hey baby, girl don't you stop
Come on baby, dance all around me
You so fine (you so fine) you so fine
You drive me outta my mind (outta my mind) ooh baby
If I could I would, just be with you baby
Ooh, 'cause you like me and excite me
And you know you gotta leave, baby
Ooh
I like the way you move
I like the way you move (ooh so sexy baby)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way (ooh)
I love the way you move
I love the way you move (ooh you're so sexy baby)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
I like the way you move
I like the way you move (woo)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you move
I love the way you move (woo)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
Ready for action, nip it in the bud
We never relaxin', OutKast is everlastin'
Not clashin', not at all but see my nigga want to do a little acting
Now that's for anyone askin' give me one pass 'em
Drip, drip, drop there goes an eargasm
Now you cumin' out the side of your face
We tapping right into your memory banks (thanks)
So click it our ticket, lets see your seat belt fastened
Trunk rattlin' like two midgets in the back seat wrasslin'
Speakerbox vibrate the tank, make it sound like aluminum cans in the bag
But I know y'all wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass
But I know y'all wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass
I like the way you move
I like the way you move (woo)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you move
I love the way you move (woo)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
Then the whole room fell silent
The girls all pause with glee
Turning left, turning right are they looking at me?
Well, I was looking at them, there, there on the dance floor
Now they got me in the middle feeling like a man whore
'Specially the big girl, big girls need love too no discrimination here squirrel
So keep your hands off my cheeks, let me study how you ride the beat
You big freak
Skinny, slim women got the camel toe within them
You can hump them, lift them, bend them, give them something to remember
Yell out timber when you fall through the chop shop
Take a deep a breath and exhale
Your ex male friend, boyfriend was boring as hell
Well, let me listen to the stories you tell
And we can make moves like a person in jail on the loco
I like the way you move
I like the way you move (woo)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you move
I love the way you move (woo)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
Hey baby, girl don't you stop
Come on baby, dance all around me
You so fine (you so fine) you so fine
You drive me outta my mind (outta my mind) ooh baby
If I could I would, just be with you baby
Ooh, 'cause you like me and excite me
And you know you gotta leave, baby
Ooh
I like the way you move
I like the way you move (ooh so sexy baby)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way (ooh)
I love the way you move
I love the way you move (ooh you're so sexy baby)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
I like the way you move
I like the way you move (woo)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you move
I love the way you move (woo)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
Writer: Antwan Patton, Carlton Jr Mahone, Patrick Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
The Rooster
Hold up!
Oooh, oooh! Somebody done told you you wrong!
[Verse 1:] Ok, I start out all alone
`Cause my baby mama left me
Now there's nobody at home
Beginning to feel like Ms. Jackson done got cloned!
Well it's some real shit and I'm lving it through this song!
A moving vehicle took my family
As I slept out on the sofa in the Boom Boom Room
I woke up very upset!
I throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies
My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping me!
In the wind, she was my friend
Like Princess Di before she died
Therefore we tried and tried again
But in the end you pay attention to the pluses
But the minuses behind make it seem like you can't win!
[Hook:] Throw your neck out! Throw your back out! [4x]
[Verse 2:] Round two, a single parent, what is Big to do?
Throw a parrty? Not hardly!! i'm trying to stay up outta that womb!!
Or that p-u-s-s uss! I said uss!
Luther Vandross couldn't make a home out of this house that we smooshed
Smashed, pushed to the limit! Smash and turned it timid!
Hell everyone was suffering, the house was feeling wicked hell
The cat got sold, the dog got old, the food got cold!
Both of our tempers were on swolle
For the most part you fuss, fight, fart!
You build it up to break it down and now take it from the start
Repeatedly leading a path that only ends in a clash
Of two stubborn minds, grown folks blind to the sign!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:] K-O, knocked out by technicality
The love has kissed the canvas
Now the whole family is mad at me
My daughter don't want me at her PTA meetings
And then my son he can't talk, when I change him he's peeing
I think he's pissed!
I can't dismiss the matter of the fact because he saw you and me argue
Now the energy is coming back
Set an example, a positive pattern, keep life on track
But I'm married to the music and committed to the wax, tapes and CDs
Baby please, you make me want to scream!
You're on my team starting first string so why are we arguing?
[Repeat]
[Hook]
Oooh, oooh! Somebody done told you you wrong!
[Verse 1:] Ok, I start out all alone
`Cause my baby mama left me
Now there's nobody at home
Beginning to feel like Ms. Jackson done got cloned!
Well it's some real shit and I'm lving it through this song!
A moving vehicle took my family
As I slept out on the sofa in the Boom Boom Room
I woke up very upset!
I throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies
My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping me!
In the wind, she was my friend
Like Princess Di before she died
Therefore we tried and tried again
But in the end you pay attention to the pluses
But the minuses behind make it seem like you can't win!
[Hook:] Throw your neck out! Throw your back out! [4x]
[Verse 2:] Round two, a single parent, what is Big to do?
Throw a parrty? Not hardly!! i'm trying to stay up outta that womb!!
Or that p-u-s-s uss! I said uss!
Luther Vandross couldn't make a home out of this house that we smooshed
Smashed, pushed to the limit! Smash and turned it timid!
Hell everyone was suffering, the house was feeling wicked hell
The cat got sold, the dog got old, the food got cold!
Both of our tempers were on swolle
For the most part you fuss, fight, fart!
You build it up to break it down and now take it from the start
Repeatedly leading a path that only ends in a clash
Of two stubborn minds, grown folks blind to the sign!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:] K-O, knocked out by technicality
The love has kissed the canvas
Now the whole family is mad at me
My daughter don't want me at her PTA meetings
And then my son he can't talk, when I change him he's peeing
I think he's pissed!
I can't dismiss the matter of the fact because he saw you and me argue
Now the energy is coming back
Set an example, a positive pattern, keep life on track
But I'm married to the music and committed to the wax, tapes and CDs
Baby please, you make me want to scream!
You're on my team starting first string so why are we arguing?
[Repeat]
[Hook]
Writer: ANTWAN PATTON, CARLTON JR MAHONE, DONNY MATHIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Bust
(feat. Killer Mike)
[Intro:] Ghosts and goblins run amock
In the caverns of rhine
Slinging petty corruption
The seventh sign!
[Hook:] Yeah!!!!
Give to you and I do what it takes!
To give it to you!
Wars, wars!
[Big Boi:] Step into the realms os space where nobody goes
Only the baddest motherf*ckas are the ones that are chose!
Some of the coolest individuals on the planet we said
Best believe that we can buck or give a damn if we cared!
No collision supervision but my family is here
Now my mama taught my niggaz that was under the stairs
One of those who chauffeured life and then was unprepared
But my hunger is the thought that no wonder it can't be smothered
Or buttered up, buttercup, melt your sauce
You a Chucky Cheese bouncer chumpin' off the boss
What I'm trying to tell you now is that you're softer that soft
And I'm sick as a cough, did I mention it's raw?
Your predicaments flaw
Flaw means f*cked up and serving out the oven not fried, slow roast
No coast, tuck your tail and hide!
You scared?
[Hook]
[Killer Mike:] I officially do it with duns on tour
We lock down traps, push caps galore
My wiz cook work `til it scale like fish
My old earth even known to handle biz
I serve whipped, out of whips, whip out cash
Usually keep a G packed under the dash
Try to test my gangsta, I bring harm
I'm as slick as Freeway Rick and Nicholas Barnes
My uptown Nikes hold caps and cheddar
My waistline hold a 4-pound Baretta
I'll shoe lace your face just to learn you better
My ox so sharp it cut through leather
My rap name Killer, my street name Skunk
I mastered the music that was born in the BRonx!
I switch my slang spit from my mouth
I'm still all coast, my coust the South!!!
[Hook]
[Intro:] Ghosts and goblins run amock
In the caverns of rhine
Slinging petty corruption
The seventh sign!
[Hook:] Yeah!!!!
Give to you and I do what it takes!
To give it to you!
Wars, wars!
[Big Boi:] Step into the realms os space where nobody goes
Only the baddest motherf*ckas are the ones that are chose!
Some of the coolest individuals on the planet we said
Best believe that we can buck or give a damn if we cared!
No collision supervision but my family is here
Now my mama taught my niggaz that was under the stairs
One of those who chauffeured life and then was unprepared
But my hunger is the thought that no wonder it can't be smothered
Or buttered up, buttercup, melt your sauce
You a Chucky Cheese bouncer chumpin' off the boss
What I'm trying to tell you now is that you're softer that soft
And I'm sick as a cough, did I mention it's raw?
Your predicaments flaw
Flaw means f*cked up and serving out the oven not fried, slow roast
No coast, tuck your tail and hide!
You scared?
[Hook]
[Killer Mike:] I officially do it with duns on tour
We lock down traps, push caps galore
My wiz cook work `til it scale like fish
My old earth even known to handle biz
I serve whipped, out of whips, whip out cash
Usually keep a G packed under the dash
Try to test my gangsta, I bring harm
I'm as slick as Freeway Rick and Nicholas Barnes
My uptown Nikes hold caps and cheddar
My waistline hold a 4-pound Baretta
I'll shoe lace your face just to learn you better
My ox so sharp it cut through leather
My rap name Killer, my street name Skunk
I mastered the music that was born in the BRonx!
I switch my slang spit from my mouth
I'm still all coast, my coust the South!!!
[Hook]
Writer: Algenard Herring, Myrna Connor Crenshaw, Antwan Patton, Michael Santigo Render
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., BMG Rights Management
War
Now get the f*ck up off me nigga..
[Big Boi]
As I, struggle to keep my balance and composure
I'm 'posed ta, propose a toast to players on every coast-a
The lyrical roller coaster, mind-bender
'Stead of watchin these sucker MC's
I'm seein just how they lyin to the general population
Don't be patient, get up and stand up for your life
Don't you agree or understand we lost some rights at 1-1-9?
Come dumb, come young, come blind unwind confined
to the situation, we facin, cause in time, tick tick boom
[singers]
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom
[explosion forward and reversed]
[scratched: "You're gonna die here" - 2X]
[Big Boi]
When will we all, awake up out this dream
Come here and smell the Folgers, the soldiers are human beings
Man actin as if he was the supreme bein
Clockin the souls of men out like he was G-O-D and
W-A-Rrah, there'll be no tomorrow but sorrow
and horror will follow the hollow hearts battle for dollars
Politicians, modern day magicians
Physicians of death, more health care for poor health
Who makin us ill, they makin us kill
That's makin me spill my guts (chill Big, lay in the cut)
For what? I refuse to sit in the backseat and get handled
Like I do nuttin all day but sit around watch the Cartoon Channel
I rap about, the Presidential election and the scandal
that followed, and we all watched the nation, as it swallowed
and chalked it up, basically America you got F*CKED
The media shucked and jived now we stuck - damn!
[singing - "can't be heard clearly"]
[scratched: "You're gonna die here" - 2X]
[Big Boi]
Operation Anaconda - ask yourself
was it full of bleeps and blunders, did they ever find Osama?
And why in the f*ck did Daniel Pearl have to pay the price
for his life and his wife plead twice?
See Al-Amin got life and Fred got dead, Hampton
To dampen the dream of all the Panthers
They got they answer for ransom
As we read together, as we dream together
Count your blessings whenever you feel that things won't be no better
But it got to, you gave me this microphone so I must rock you
Your brainwaves, airwaves, energized and SHOCKED you
Y'all got me, well I got y'all, long as I know y'all listenin
I'ma always bring food for thought to the table in the kitchen
Now eat nigga!
[Big Boi]
As I, struggle to keep my balance and composure
I'm 'posed ta, propose a toast to players on every coast-a
The lyrical roller coaster, mind-bender
'Stead of watchin these sucker MC's
I'm seein just how they lyin to the general population
Don't be patient, get up and stand up for your life
Don't you agree or understand we lost some rights at 1-1-9?
Come dumb, come young, come blind unwind confined
to the situation, we facin, cause in time, tick tick boom
[singers]
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom
[explosion forward and reversed]
[scratched: "You're gonna die here" - 2X]
[Big Boi]
When will we all, awake up out this dream
Come here and smell the Folgers, the soldiers are human beings
Man actin as if he was the supreme bein
Clockin the souls of men out like he was G-O-D and
W-A-Rrah, there'll be no tomorrow but sorrow
and horror will follow the hollow hearts battle for dollars
Politicians, modern day magicians
Physicians of death, more health care for poor health
Who makin us ill, they makin us kill
That's makin me spill my guts (chill Big, lay in the cut)
For what? I refuse to sit in the backseat and get handled
Like I do nuttin all day but sit around watch the Cartoon Channel
I rap about, the Presidential election and the scandal
that followed, and we all watched the nation, as it swallowed
and chalked it up, basically America you got F*CKED
The media shucked and jived now we stuck - damn!
[singing - "can't be heard clearly"]
[scratched: "You're gonna die here" - 2X]
[Big Boi]
Operation Anaconda - ask yourself
was it full of bleeps and blunders, did they ever find Osama?
And why in the f*ck did Daniel Pearl have to pay the price
for his life and his wife plead twice?
See Al-Amin got life and Fred got dead, Hampton
To dampen the dream of all the Panthers
They got they answer for ransom
As we read together, as we dream together
Count your blessings whenever you feel that things won't be no better
But it got to, you gave me this microphone so I must rock you
Your brainwaves, airwaves, energized and SHOCKED you
Y'all got me, well I got y'all, long as I know y'all listenin
I'ma always bring food for thought to the table in the kitchen
Now eat nigga!
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, DAVID A SHEATS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Church
Man, have you ever really wondered
Like why are we here? What the meanin to all of this?
[Chorus: Big Boi]
Sometimes life can keep you down, with your face all in the dirt
(HALL-LE-LU-JAH)
Now if you feel that left behind, need to get up and go to church
(HALL-LE-LU-JAH)
Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh
(HALL-LE-LU-JAH)
Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh..
(HALL-LE, LU-JAH)
[Verse One: Big Boi]
Big, slide into the mode, time to drop a load
My life is goin downhill like some cardboard in the snow
My bank account is frozen, I
don't think that I can get out this hole
Feel like the figure four leglock
Like the jury went away and then they came back deadlocked
I can't move, I can't eat, I can't even breathe
Can't even buy a decent sack without the stems and the seeds
No trees, no P's to ease the stress of everyday livin
But homeless people gotta suck it up wherever they livin
The unforgiven or the unwillin, live a life of sinnin
And expect to be as pure as an infant in the beginnin
[Interlude]
But what about repentance?
What about detention?
What about you eating dinner in the devil's kitchen?
But what about repentance?
What about committing the same sin
over and over again and again and ah..
[Hook - singers]
Why are we here? Huh? Huh? Huh?
Please tell me - what are we here foooooooorrrrrrrrrr?
OW!
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Life, is nothin but a dream, so peaceful and serene
Unless you're bein evil then you on the devil's team
Well I receive what you want to believe
But soon you'll have to sew those bad seeds
Please, any man can ask, to get a pass
or a cleansing of sin to grant another chance
Perhaps another glance of the light at the end of the tunnel
Talk to the coach or break out the huddle
Whatever should you fumble your rebuttal should be subtle
Cause he who lives in the upper room is never gullible
As you survey the syllables and sentences
The question that I'm merely tryin to pose is as simple as me sayin
[Interlude]
[Chorus (minus HALL-LE-LU-JAH singers)]
[Hook]
[ad libs to the end]
Like why are we here? What the meanin to all of this?
[Chorus: Big Boi]
Sometimes life can keep you down, with your face all in the dirt
(HALL-LE-LU-JAH)
Now if you feel that left behind, need to get up and go to church
(HALL-LE-LU-JAH)
Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh
(HALL-LE-LU-JAH)
Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh..
(HALL-LE, LU-JAH)
[Verse One: Big Boi]
Big, slide into the mode, time to drop a load
My life is goin downhill like some cardboard in the snow
My bank account is frozen, I
don't think that I can get out this hole
Feel like the figure four leglock
Like the jury went away and then they came back deadlocked
I can't move, I can't eat, I can't even breathe
Can't even buy a decent sack without the stems and the seeds
No trees, no P's to ease the stress of everyday livin
But homeless people gotta suck it up wherever they livin
The unforgiven or the unwillin, live a life of sinnin
And expect to be as pure as an infant in the beginnin
[Interlude]
But what about repentance?
What about detention?
What about you eating dinner in the devil's kitchen?
But what about repentance?
What about committing the same sin
over and over again and again and ah..
[Hook - singers]
Why are we here? Huh? Huh? Huh?
Please tell me - what are we here foooooooorrrrrrrrrr?
OW!
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Life, is nothin but a dream, so peaceful and serene
Unless you're bein evil then you on the devil's team
Well I receive what you want to believe
But soon you'll have to sew those bad seeds
Please, any man can ask, to get a pass
or a cleansing of sin to grant another chance
Perhaps another glance of the light at the end of the tunnel
Talk to the coach or break out the huddle
Whatever should you fumble your rebuttal should be subtle
Cause he who lives in the upper room is never gullible
As you survey the syllables and sentences
The question that I'm merely tryin to pose is as simple as me sayin
[Interlude]
[Chorus (minus HALL-LE-LU-JAH singers)]
[Hook]
[ad libs to the end]
Writer: BENJAMIN, BROWN, CRENSHAW, KENDRICK, PATTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Tomb Of The Boom
(feat. Konkrete, Big Gipp, Ludacris)
[Big Boi]
Yo
Just so you all know what time it is
It's your homeboy
Straight from the A-T
I ain't even goin say the motherf*cking rest
You know
We talk about it all day long baby
We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit
[C-Bone]
This rap game lovely
Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Ridin like a bucket, nigga f*ck it
I know some hoes slutty
I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playin rugby
I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions
Perpetrators in the booth, rappin lame like they drug related
It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby
You don't grind, you be lying
She'll be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe
[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool
[Lil' Brotha]
You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots
Hit G spots by givin hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
Konkrete, Aquemini, we takin this here to the top
Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop
You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch
To all my real niggaz, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx
F*ck the cops, we makin noise and we won't stop
Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's goin drop
Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock
[Big Gipp]
They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle
Mr. Cockerspanielle in Your Poodle, after school tutor
Roto Rooter, addicted to follies
Like brown collies, stay soft fro
Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian
Talking a different language, RBI fly wide
Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now
Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now
Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now
Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now
See you when I see you, now out wit me now
[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool
[Supa Nate]
I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight
F*ck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates
I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit
Over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks
Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up
I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut
It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game
You can fool the record labels but not the street fame
I just tell it how I see it nigga, fact is fact
The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque
I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props
Konkrete and Big Boi beatin through your Speakerboxxx
[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool
[Ludacris]
Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock in case you like to leak alot
Meanwhile, crank the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx
Get the f*ck on the ground
Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town
They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland
So put your fist up boy, you wanna romp
You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped
Thinking way back before I got mine
Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs
It's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman
A hundred though, bitch, diamonds shimmerin
Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below
I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios
Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles
I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles
[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool
[Big Boi]
Fourth and goal
Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll
Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
Cranium overload, overthrowed
Now we got seven more points on the board, fa sho
B-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think he's blessing me
Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me
Player, pimp, ganster, poet
We goin spit it, we goin show it to your ass
"You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed
But I know one day we will once more cross paths
They say "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre"
I say "people, stop the madness cause me and Dre be okay"
OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division
We jus tsplit it down the middle so you can see both the visions
Been spittin it damn near ten years, why the f*ck would be be quittin
F*ck, nigga
[Big Boi]
Yo
Just so you all know what time it is
It's your homeboy
Straight from the A-T
I ain't even goin say the motherf*cking rest
You know
We talk about it all day long baby
We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit
[C-Bone]
This rap game lovely
Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Ridin like a bucket, nigga f*ck it
I know some hoes slutty
I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playin rugby
I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions
Perpetrators in the booth, rappin lame like they drug related
It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby
You don't grind, you be lying
She'll be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe
[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool
[Lil' Brotha]
You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots
Hit G spots by givin hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
Konkrete, Aquemini, we takin this here to the top
Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop
You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch
To all my real niggaz, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx
F*ck the cops, we makin noise and we won't stop
Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's goin drop
Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock
[Big Gipp]
They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle
Mr. Cockerspanielle in Your Poodle, after school tutor
Roto Rooter, addicted to follies
Like brown collies, stay soft fro
Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian
Talking a different language, RBI fly wide
Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now
Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now
Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now
Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now
See you when I see you, now out wit me now
[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool
[Supa Nate]
I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight
F*ck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates
I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit
Over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks
Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up
I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut
It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game
You can fool the record labels but not the street fame
I just tell it how I see it nigga, fact is fact
The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque
I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props
Konkrete and Big Boi beatin through your Speakerboxxx
[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool
[Ludacris]
Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock in case you like to leak alot
Meanwhile, crank the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx
Get the f*ck on the ground
Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town
They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland
So put your fist up boy, you wanna romp
You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped
Thinking way back before I got mine
Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs
It's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman
A hundred though, bitch, diamonds shimmerin
Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below
I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios
Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles
I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles
[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool
[Big Boi]
Fourth and goal
Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll
Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
Cranium overload, overthrowed
Now we got seven more points on the board, fa sho
B-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think he's blessing me
Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me
Player, pimp, ganster, poet
We goin spit it, we goin show it to your ass
"You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed
But I know one day we will once more cross paths
They say "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre"
I say "people, stop the madness cause me and Dre be okay"
OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division
We jus tsplit it down the middle so you can see both the visions
Been spittin it damn near ten years, why the f*ck would be be quittin
F*ck, nigga
Writer: ANTWAN PATTON, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, CAMERON F. GIPP, NATHANIEL ELDER, COREY ANDREWS, JAMES PATTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, BMG Rights Management
Flip Flop Rock
(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 F*CK-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]
[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 F*CK-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]
Writer: SHAWN CARTER, ANTWAN PATTON, MICHAEL SANTIAGO RENDER, DAVID A. SHEATS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Reset
Nah, nah, nah
That's part of the
That's, yeah
I got ya good that time, shawty
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Ain't it funny how you're born and then your life begins
Just like a baby all alone, that's if you wasn't a twin
You must begin to fend for self when the umbilical's cut
The doctor put you under the heating lamp, your spirit is touched
You know what, I take that back, why? You was alive
Date of conception, interception cause the sperm did collide
From T and A to DNA, feelings turn to children
The morning after pill didn't put a halt to our very existence
We living, breathing, soon we'll be teething
Our granny got a goal and now we want one for that reason
An adolescent mind is so impressionable in those stages
But parents got to parent their kids to keep them out of cages
Cell therapists beware of this lugie that I spit
Incarceration without rehabilitation really don't mean shit
Little Ricky's home, he gotta serve probation for six months
But Uncle Donnel and Ol' Dirty Bastard still in the joint
Reset
Start over again (uh, uh, that's right)
(That's right, that's right)(come on)
(Uh, that's right, that's right, uh, uh)
Everything happens for a reason (know that)
Good doesn't come without pain (blood than thicker)
(come on, come on)
Start over again (know that)
(I don't care)(come on, come on)
(We gots to do it all over again)(Cotton Club Goodie)
Everything happens for a reason (Cotton Club Goodie, uh uh uh)
Yeah, good does not come without pain (pain)
Meaning, before it gets better, it's going get worse 9worse)
Like my homies on the sick side still dying over turf (sick side)
That don't belong to us (us)
I mean us, left in the dust
Try to catch up with Massa (Massa)
I used to wanna wrap my hands around the esophagus of them crackers
But Ephesians 6:12 said it wasn't flesh and blood that we wrestle against
Principalities, powers of this world (world)
Rulers of darkness and spiritual wickedness
In high places, so throw that whole armor of righteousness
I spark this thing, but my name ain't Bubba (Bubba)
I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover (f*ck you doing man? my money good?)
And brothers that wax fat and forget all about the struggle (my money ain't good? F*ck you doing man)
Yeah, come on, come on (f*ck you, suck my dick)
Guess what, guess what
Time to reset this thing
Start over again (uh, to the triple 0's, uh, to K-H-U-J-O)
Everything happens for a reason (Big Boi)
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Listen to me
I awaken to sunlight that's beyond bright
This day will be done right
There is a war, just waiting on the other side of the door
But I'll be bringing God to the gunfight
Can't live forever, so have some fun, right?
Life's a bowl of candy, you can have one, right?
You can handle if tomorrow never comes, right?
You'll get used to singing if only for one night
But I intend to raise two daughters and a son right
And I couldn't have wrote this if I was hopeless
And see I focus to provoke this
So open wide for my opinionated opus
Stop playing Go Fish, but not below this
Before I go, I thought that you all should know this
Recognize and realize before any regretting
Before you relapse, perhaps you'll consider resetting (hm? Hm?)
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
That's part of the
That's, yeah
I got ya good that time, shawty
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Ain't it funny how you're born and then your life begins
Just like a baby all alone, that's if you wasn't a twin
You must begin to fend for self when the umbilical's cut
The doctor put you under the heating lamp, your spirit is touched
You know what, I take that back, why? You was alive
Date of conception, interception cause the sperm did collide
From T and A to DNA, feelings turn to children
The morning after pill didn't put a halt to our very existence
We living, breathing, soon we'll be teething
Our granny got a goal and now we want one for that reason
An adolescent mind is so impressionable in those stages
But parents got to parent their kids to keep them out of cages
Cell therapists beware of this lugie that I spit
Incarceration without rehabilitation really don't mean shit
Little Ricky's home, he gotta serve probation for six months
But Uncle Donnel and Ol' Dirty Bastard still in the joint
Reset
Start over again (uh, uh, that's right)
(That's right, that's right)(come on)
(Uh, that's right, that's right, uh, uh)
Everything happens for a reason (know that)
Good doesn't come without pain (blood than thicker)
(come on, come on)
Start over again (know that)
(I don't care)(come on, come on)
(We gots to do it all over again)(Cotton Club Goodie)
Everything happens for a reason (Cotton Club Goodie, uh uh uh)
Yeah, good does not come without pain (pain)
Meaning, before it gets better, it's going get worse 9worse)
Like my homies on the sick side still dying over turf (sick side)
That don't belong to us (us)
I mean us, left in the dust
Try to catch up with Massa (Massa)
I used to wanna wrap my hands around the esophagus of them crackers
But Ephesians 6:12 said it wasn't flesh and blood that we wrestle against
Principalities, powers of this world (world)
Rulers of darkness and spiritual wickedness
In high places, so throw that whole armor of righteousness
I spark this thing, but my name ain't Bubba (Bubba)
I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover (f*ck you doing man? my money good?)
And brothers that wax fat and forget all about the struggle (my money ain't good? F*ck you doing man)
Yeah, come on, come on (f*ck you, suck my dick)
Guess what, guess what
Time to reset this thing
Start over again (uh, to the triple 0's, uh, to K-H-U-J-O)
Everything happens for a reason (Big Boi)
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Listen to me
I awaken to sunlight that's beyond bright
This day will be done right
There is a war, just waiting on the other side of the door
But I'll be bringing God to the gunfight
Can't live forever, so have some fun, right?
Life's a bowl of candy, you can have one, right?
You can handle if tomorrow never comes, right?
You'll get used to singing if only for one night
But I intend to raise two daughters and a son right
And I couldn't have wrote this if I was hopeless
And see I focus to provoke this
So open wide for my opinionated opus
Stop playing Go Fish, but not below this
Before I go, I thought that you all should know this
Recognize and realize before any regretting
Before you relapse, perhaps you'll consider resetting (hm? Hm?)
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Writer: Thomas Decarlo Burton, Willie Edward Knighton, Antwan Patton
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Exploration Group LLC
Last Call
(feat. Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz, Mello, Slimm Calhou)
[Chorus:]
Tell them niggaz that be holdin' the wall, f*ck y'all!!
Hit the flo' start shakin' it all, yes ya'll
What we drinking, we drinking it all
We gon do it 'til we can't or we fall, last call
Tell them mutherf*ckers holding the wall, f*ck ya'll!!
Hit the flo' start shaking it all, yes ya'll
What we drinking, we drinking it all
We gon do it 'til we can't or we fall, Last call
[Mello]
Now look here
I'm gon hit da club man, I'm gon get some love
I'm the coolest nigga ain't gon spend more than a dub
I will tell dem broads and her chickenhead friend
No Fahrarri, no Jag, no Bentley, or a Benz
Might just play the wall with this mean look on my grill
Act like I'm da hater, the Haitian from Hateville
I remember her I like she don't remember me
When I was Cadillac, Coupe Deville, and Chicken Head Drillin'
[Chorus with Lil' Jon & The East Side Boys]
I'm gon get dat fresh fire fade and then I'm gon get laid
Like some finger-waves on pay day, my lady, you gon get paid
Makin a early morning serenade for you to start your day
Or the sound of a starter pistol fired close to where you lay
Last call for alcohol, make a fast call for the hay
The dirtier dot has informed me, The drought has ended today
Wit no delay
And a, four piece brizzle we on our way
For a brief stay in a sweet place and a petite face to play
[Chorus]
[Slim Calhoon]
The boy so wild don't crack no smile
Closet like the wild kingdom, fox makes the crocodile
Pop tops and what we drink, so sit back for a while
Matter a fact, light that, and I'll be right back
They want a couple more bottles I got something for em to swallow
Anybody ever told you look like a model?
You know the story, she bit the hook line the follow
Got my hooks in the back and I'm a grind until tomorrow
They call me Mac-Rapalicious, and when I bubble
I blow-Trouble up, in your ear
They call me Mac-Rapalicicious, and when I bubble
Its, trouble all up in your ear
[Chorus]
[Mello]
Yes, I know when to excite dem hoes
Me coat, reptilian feet, bite them hoes
Got a partner on his mind sick, he say he loved it
So cope strung I strip a bitch, Why he so dumb?
I'm so pimp it's ridiculous
Got tinted windows on my ride I'm inconspicuous
Bump wit this gritty thang
She ain't yours you wish she was
We don't stop, it's so repeated and continuous
Mello Copone, Don Huggy Bear
Pokey the f*ckin' pimpolous ain't that cute but stick em out them drawers
I'm so infamous, dead serious!!!
From da club, to da caddy, to da holiday in
From the dusk til the dawn we gon do it again
[Chorus]
[Chorus:]
Tell them niggaz that be holdin' the wall, f*ck y'all!!
Hit the flo' start shakin' it all, yes ya'll
What we drinking, we drinking it all
We gon do it 'til we can't or we fall, last call
Tell them mutherf*ckers holding the wall, f*ck ya'll!!
Hit the flo' start shaking it all, yes ya'll
What we drinking, we drinking it all
We gon do it 'til we can't or we fall, Last call
[Mello]
Now look here
I'm gon hit da club man, I'm gon get some love
I'm the coolest nigga ain't gon spend more than a dub
I will tell dem broads and her chickenhead friend
No Fahrarri, no Jag, no Bentley, or a Benz
Might just play the wall with this mean look on my grill
Act like I'm da hater, the Haitian from Hateville
I remember her I like she don't remember me
When I was Cadillac, Coupe Deville, and Chicken Head Drillin'
[Chorus with Lil' Jon & The East Side Boys]
I'm gon get dat fresh fire fade and then I'm gon get laid
Like some finger-waves on pay day, my lady, you gon get paid
Makin a early morning serenade for you to start your day
Or the sound of a starter pistol fired close to where you lay
Last call for alcohol, make a fast call for the hay
The dirtier dot has informed me, The drought has ended today
Wit no delay
And a, four piece brizzle we on our way
For a brief stay in a sweet place and a petite face to play
[Chorus]
[Slim Calhoon]
The boy so wild don't crack no smile
Closet like the wild kingdom, fox makes the crocodile
Pop tops and what we drink, so sit back for a while
Matter a fact, light that, and I'll be right back
They want a couple more bottles I got something for em to swallow
Anybody ever told you look like a model?
You know the story, she bit the hook line the follow
Got my hooks in the back and I'm a grind until tomorrow
They call me Mac-Rapalicious, and when I bubble
I blow-Trouble up, in your ear
They call me Mac-Rapalicicious, and when I bubble
Its, trouble all up in your ear
[Chorus]
[Mello]
Yes, I know when to excite dem hoes
Me coat, reptilian feet, bite them hoes
Got a partner on his mind sick, he say he loved it
So cope strung I strip a bitch, Why he so dumb?
I'm so pimp it's ridiculous
Got tinted windows on my ride I'm inconspicuous
Bump wit this gritty thang
She ain't yours you wish she was
We don't stop, it's so repeated and continuous
Mello Copone, Don Huggy Bear
Pokey the f*ckin' pimpolous ain't that cute but stick em out them drawers
I'm so infamous, dead serious!!!
From da club, to da caddy, to da holiday in
From the dusk til the dawn we gon do it again
[Chorus]
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, BRIAN LOVING, JAMES A. HOLLINS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Love Hater
Everybody needs a glass of water today
To chase the hate away
You know you've got company comin over
So you scrub extra-hard
And everybody needs somebody to love
Before its too late
Its too laaaaaaateee oh
Dont nobody wanna grow old alone!
Everybody needs someone to rub their shoulders
And scratch their dandruff
And everybody need to quit actin hard and shit
Before you get your ass whooped (I'll slap the f*ck out ya!)
And everybody needs somebody to love
Before its too late
Its too late
Love-hater
Love-hater
Hater of love [repeat 2X]
Love-hater
Love-hater
[whispered]
Everybody needs someone to love [repeat 2X]
To chase the hate away
You know you've got company comin over
So you scrub extra-hard
And everybody needs somebody to love
Before its too late
Its too laaaaaaateee oh
Dont nobody wanna grow old alone!
Everybody needs someone to rub their shoulders
And scratch their dandruff
And everybody need to quit actin hard and shit
Before you get your ass whooped (I'll slap the f*ck out ya!)
And everybody needs somebody to love
Before its too late
Its too late
Love-hater
Love-hater
Hater of love [repeat 2X]
Love-hater
Love-hater
[whispered]
Everybody needs someone to love [repeat 2X]
Writer: KEVIN KENDRICK, ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Happy Valentines Day
[Intro: Andre 3000]
My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing
[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
I don't think y'all heard me!
I just wanna say Happy Valentine's Day!
Every day the 14th!
Can y'all dig that?
Now when arrows don't penetrate, see
Cupid grabs the pistol (Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here!)
And he shoots straight for your heart
And when he won't miss you!
That's alright 'cause y'all won't believe in me anyways
But..
[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya won't believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's all this talk about Santa Claus, but see
love will rule reign supreme)
[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th! (You got it!)
When Cupid knocks at your door
You can't ignore me!
There's no need to run!
So, Happy Valentine's Day (Hey!)
Every day the 14th!
I may have it all wrong, see
If you know what loves mean, well
Well, somebody tell me!
'Cuz they just don't believe in me!
[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's so much fuss about Santa Claus, but see
Cupid will not be defeated!)
[Verse 3: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
Now I know your hearts have grown cold
And that bothers me
Now I understand 'cause I use to be a bad boy in my day
I know you're trying to protect your lil' feelings
but you can't run away
Oooh ooh!
[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy..
(Hey! Don't you supposed to be some kind of player or something?)
Bunny!
[Talking: Andre 3000]
Well keep on runnin', player
'Cause I got my good shoes on
And I got 'em tied up tight
So, you're going to find out tonightttttttttt!
[Verse 4: Andre 3000]
Got a sweet lil' darling back in my corner
Below I know I love her, but act like I don't want her
Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner
Could be an organ donor
The way I give up my heart, but
Never know because - shit, I never tell her!
Ask me about my feelings I'd holla' that it's irrela'
I don't get myself caught up in the Jello gella'
And puddin' pops, that others opt to call falling in love, but
For the record, have you ever rode a horse?
Would I like for you to take me to Pluto?
I said, "Of course!"
But if you ain't a sweety indeedy, I won't endorse
Hans Solo till I'm hit by the bullet, so may the force
Be with you, and I'll hit you when better time permits
For now, give me examples of why you're the shit!
But how am I to know with the profession that I'm in?
And if you do not know me, then how could you be my friend?
[Chorus: Andre 3000, Joi, and "Skreechy Peachy"]
Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's
Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine's Day
[Continue Chorus until fade]
My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing
[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
I don't think y'all heard me!
I just wanna say Happy Valentine's Day!
Every day the 14th!
Can y'all dig that?
Now when arrows don't penetrate, see
Cupid grabs the pistol (Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here!)
And he shoots straight for your heart
And when he won't miss you!
That's alright 'cause y'all won't believe in me anyways
But..
[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya won't believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's all this talk about Santa Claus, but see
love will rule reign supreme)
[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th! (You got it!)
When Cupid knocks at your door
You can't ignore me!
There's no need to run!
So, Happy Valentine's Day (Hey!)
Every day the 14th!
I may have it all wrong, see
If you know what loves mean, well
Well, somebody tell me!
'Cuz they just don't believe in me!
[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's so much fuss about Santa Claus, but see
Cupid will not be defeated!)
[Verse 3: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
Now I know your hearts have grown cold
And that bothers me
Now I understand 'cause I use to be a bad boy in my day
I know you're trying to protect your lil' feelings
but you can't run away
Oooh ooh!
[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy..
(Hey! Don't you supposed to be some kind of player or something?)
Bunny!
[Talking: Andre 3000]
Well keep on runnin', player
'Cause I got my good shoes on
And I got 'em tied up tight
So, you're going to find out tonightttttttttt!
[Verse 4: Andre 3000]
Got a sweet lil' darling back in my corner
Below I know I love her, but act like I don't want her
Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner
Could be an organ donor
The way I give up my heart, but
Never know because - shit, I never tell her!
Ask me about my feelings I'd holla' that it's irrela'
I don't get myself caught up in the Jello gella'
And puddin' pops, that others opt to call falling in love, but
For the record, have you ever rode a horse?
Would I like for you to take me to Pluto?
I said, "Of course!"
But if you ain't a sweety indeedy, I won't endorse
Hans Solo till I'm hit by the bullet, so may the force
Be with you, and I'll hit you when better time permits
For now, give me examples of why you're the shit!
But how am I to know with the profession that I'm in?
And if you do not know me, then how could you be my friend?
[Chorus: Andre 3000, Joi, and "Skreechy Peachy"]
Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's
Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine's Day
[Continue Chorus until fade]
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Spread
[Chorus 1]
I don't want to move too fast, but
Can't resist your sexy ass
Just spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)
Don't want to come on too strong, but
I'll play in you all day long
Just spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)
[Verse 1]
I... I can't read minds, but I can read yours
I think she says that she wants to pour your..
your... yourself all over me
What you think? I could be wrong, but peoples don't lie
And if they do, bu God, they must fry! (fry?!)
You know, like electric chair
The way you stare (yeah I'm there)
You committed a crime and I'm the victim
[Rap]
I've got an eye out for she who cries out passionately
We'll do things backwardly, forwardly, horizontally
I'm too young to be settling down
quick to change my mind tomorrow
So now can I borrow your timid torso
More so than your soul, honest me gotta be how I roll
F*ck the rhythm, tuck the rhythm under your bosom
You're the prism, Shirley Chislom
Was the first, let's rehearse making a baby
Put in your order, I want a baby daughter
Dance on the tip of my tongue
Shake the clouds 'til there's no more wetness in them
Tell your homegirls that you will send them
A postcard from 3000... HARD!
[Hook 2]
Don't want to make you feel strange, but
Don't let these words be in vain, so
Spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)
Nature knows that I want you, but
Not unless you want me too, so
Spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
I don't want to move too fast, but
Can't resist your sexy ass
Just spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)
Don't want to come on too strong, but
I'll play in you all day long
Just spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)
[Verse 1]
I... I can't read minds, but I can read yours
I think she says that she wants to pour your..
your... yourself all over me
What you think? I could be wrong, but peoples don't lie
And if they do, bu God, they must fry! (fry?!)
You know, like electric chair
The way you stare (yeah I'm there)
You committed a crime and I'm the victim
[Rap]
I've got an eye out for she who cries out passionately
We'll do things backwardly, forwardly, horizontally
I'm too young to be settling down
quick to change my mind tomorrow
So now can I borrow your timid torso
More so than your soul, honest me gotta be how I roll
F*ck the rhythm, tuck the rhythm under your bosom
You're the prism, Shirley Chislom
Was the first, let's rehearse making a baby
Put in your order, I want a baby daughter
Dance on the tip of my tongue
Shake the clouds 'til there's no more wetness in them
Tell your homegirls that you will send them
A postcard from 3000... HARD!
[Hook 2]
Don't want to make you feel strange, but
Don't let these words be in vain, so
Spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)
Nature knows that I want you, but
Not unless you want me too, so
Spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Prototype
[Intro]
I hope that you're the one
If not, you are the prototype
We'll tiptoe to the sun
And do thangs I know you like
[Hook]
I think I'm in love again [repeat]
[Verse 1]
Today must be my lucky day
Baby, you are the prototype
Do sumn' outta the ordinary
Like catch a manitee
Baby you are the prototype
I think I'm..
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
If we happen to part
Lord knows I don't want that
But hey, we can't be mad at God
We met today for a reason
I think I'm on the right track now
[Hook]
The Scene
Come here
[Hook]
[Outro (ad libs)]
Girl, right now I wanna say, I wanna say
I wanna say stank you very much
For picking me up
And bringing me back to this world
I can't, I'm not
I can't afford to not record
I thank I wanna say
I thank I wanna say stank you, stank you
Smelly much!
For picking me up and bringing me back to this world
Hey, hey John! Are we recording our ad libs?
Really?? Were we recording just then?
Let me hear that, that first one
When I first started
I hope that you're the one
If not, you are the prototype
We'll tiptoe to the sun
And do thangs I know you like
[Hook]
I think I'm in love again [repeat]
[Verse 1]
Today must be my lucky day
Baby, you are the prototype
Do sumn' outta the ordinary
Like catch a manitee
Baby you are the prototype
I think I'm..
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
If we happen to part
Lord knows I don't want that
But hey, we can't be mad at God
We met today for a reason
I think I'm on the right track now
[Hook]
The Scene
Come here
[Hook]
[Outro (ad libs)]
Girl, right now I wanna say, I wanna say
I wanna say stank you very much
For picking me up
And bringing me back to this world
I can't, I'm not
I can't afford to not record
I thank I wanna say
I thank I wanna say stank you, stank you
Smelly much!
For picking me up and bringing me back to this world
Hey, hey John! Are we recording our ad libs?
Really?? Were we recording just then?
Let me hear that, that first one
When I first started
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
She Lives In My Lap
(feat. Rosario Dawson)
[Intro: Rosario Dawson]
[laughter]
What's wrong? What are you afraid of?
The Love Below
[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
She stays alone, never sheds a single tear
She stays in the coolest moods, clearly woman of the year
She and all her girlfriends, they go out dressed to win
She comes back to the cooler side of town
but she lives in my lap
[Chorus: Andre 3000]
She lives in my lap [repeat 6X]
Forever my fiance
She lives in my lap
Don't leave, don't stay
She lives in my lap
I'll get the courage one day
[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Make me want you, make me miss you
make me wonder where you are, then forget you
Girl remind me, just who we are
We're oh so close, but yet so far
[Interlude]
[Rosario Dawson:] Baby why are you acting like this?
I don't care about any of them...
I care about you!
Baby I Love you!
[Andre 3000:] You've got me open wide (I love you)
Just Come inside (baby)
It's yours (it's yours)
I'm yours (i'm yours)
For sure (for sure)
Play baby play...
[Chorus + interlude + scratching til fade...]
[Intro: Rosario Dawson]
[laughter]
What's wrong? What are you afraid of?
The Love Below
[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
She stays alone, never sheds a single tear
She stays in the coolest moods, clearly woman of the year
She and all her girlfriends, they go out dressed to win
She comes back to the cooler side of town
but she lives in my lap
[Chorus: Andre 3000]
She lives in my lap [repeat 6X]
Forever my fiance
She lives in my lap
Don't leave, don't stay
She lives in my lap
I'll get the courage one day
[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Make me want you, make me miss you
make me wonder where you are, then forget you
Girl remind me, just who we are
We're oh so close, but yet so far
[Interlude]
[Rosario Dawson:] Baby why are you acting like this?
I don't care about any of them...
I care about you!
Baby I Love you!
[Andre 3000:] You've got me open wide (I love you)
Just Come inside (baby)
It's yours (it's yours)
I'm yours (i'm yours)
For sure (for sure)
Play baby play...
[Chorus + interlude + scratching til fade...]
Writer: ROGER TROUTMAN, ANDRE BENJAMIN, DINO HAWKINS, ERIC VIDAL, NICK VIDAL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Hey Ya
One, two, three, uh
My baby don't mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know fo sho (uh)
But does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me walk out the door? (Ah)
Don't try to fight the feeling
Because the thought alone is killin' me right now (uh)
Thank God for Mom and Dad
For sticking two together
'Cause we don't know how (c'mon)
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
You think you've got it
Oh, you think you've got it
But got it just don't get it 'til there's nothin' at all
We get together
Oh, we get together
But separate's always better when there's feelings involved
If what they say is
"Nothing is forever"
Then what makes, then what makes
Then what makes, then what makes (what makes, what makes)
Love the exception?
So why, oh, why, oh
Why, oh, why, oh, why, oh
Are we so in denial when we know we're not happy here?
(Y'all don't want to hear me, you just want to dance)
Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Don't want to meet your daddy
Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Just want you in my Caddy (Uh oh)
Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Don't want to meet your mama
Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Just want to make you cum-a (Uh oh)
Hey ya! (Uh oh)
I'm, I'm, I'm just being honest (Uh oh)
I'm just being honest
Hey! Alright now
Alright now, fellas (Yeah?)
Now, what cooler than being cool? (Ice cold!)
I can't hear you
I say what's, what's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold!)
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Okay, now ladies (Yeah?)
Now, we gon' break this thang down in just a few seconds
Now, don't have me break this thang down for nothin'
Now, I want to see y'all on y'all baddest behavior
Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor
Ah! Here we go
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake, shake it (Uh oh)
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake it (Uh oh)
Shake it like a Polaroid picture, hey ya!
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, sugar
Shake it like a Polaroid picture
Now, all Beyonce's, and Lucy Liu's
And baby dolls
Get on the floor
Get on the floor, you know what to do
You know what to do
You know what to do
Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)
My baby don't mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know fo sho (uh)
But does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me walk out the door? (Ah)
Don't try to fight the feeling
Because the thought alone is killin' me right now (uh)
Thank God for Mom and Dad
For sticking two together
'Cause we don't know how (c'mon)
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
You think you've got it
Oh, you think you've got it
But got it just don't get it 'til there's nothin' at all
We get together
Oh, we get together
But separate's always better when there's feelings involved
If what they say is
"Nothing is forever"
Then what makes, then what makes
Then what makes, then what makes (what makes, what makes)
Love the exception?
So why, oh, why, oh
Why, oh, why, oh, why, oh
Are we so in denial when we know we're not happy here?
(Y'all don't want to hear me, you just want to dance)
Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Don't want to meet your daddy
Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Just want you in my Caddy (Uh oh)
Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Don't want to meet your mama
Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Just want to make you cum-a (Uh oh)
Hey ya! (Uh oh)
I'm, I'm, I'm just being honest (Uh oh)
I'm just being honest
Hey! Alright now
Alright now, fellas (Yeah?)
Now, what cooler than being cool? (Ice cold!)
I can't hear you
I say what's, what's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold!)
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Okay, now ladies (Yeah?)
Now, we gon' break this thang down in just a few seconds
Now, don't have me break this thang down for nothin'
Now, I want to see y'all on y'all baddest behavior
Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor
Ah! Here we go
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake, shake it (Uh oh)
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake it (Uh oh)
Shake it like a Polaroid picture, hey ya!
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, sugar
Shake it like a Polaroid picture
Now, all Beyonce's, and Lucy Liu's
And baby dolls
Get on the floor
Get on the floor, you know what to do
You know what to do
You know what to do
Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)
Writer: Andre Benjamin
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Roses
Caroline (Caroline)
See Caroline
All the guys would say she's mighty fine (mighty fine)
But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time
And the other half either got you cussed out, or coming up short
Yeah, now dig this, now, even though (even though)
You'd need a golden calculator to divide (to divide)
The time it took to look inside and realize that
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, ha yeah
I know you'd like to think your shit don't stink
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
I know you'd like to think your shit don't stink
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Caroline (Caroline)
See, she's the reason for the word "bitch" (bitch)
I hope she's speeding on the way to the club
Trying to hurry up to get to a baller
Or singer or somebody like that
And try to put on her makeup in the mirror
And crash, crash, crash into a ditch (just playing)
She needs a golden calculator to divide (to divide)
The time it takes to look inside and realize
That real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah
I know you'd like to think your shit don't stink
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh, yeah I
I know you'd like to think your shit don't stink
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Aye, aye, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well she's got a hotty's body, but her attitude is potty
When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty
I said, "Shawty, would you call me?"
She said, "Pardon me, are you ballin'?"
I said, "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pausing"
Oh so you're one them freaks? Get geeked at the sight of an ATM receipt
But game, been peeped, dropping names she's weak
Trickin' off this bitch is lost
Must take me for a geek, ah, quick way to eat, ah
Neat place sleep, ah, rent-a-car for a week, ah, trick for a treat, no
Go, on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless
Regardless, we don't want to get involved without them lawyers
And judges, just to hold grudges in the courtroom
I want to see ya support bra not support you
I know you'd like to think your shit don't stink
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh, yeah I
I know you'd like to think your shit don't stink
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh, I, I, yeah
I know you'd like to think, (I know) your shit don't stink (stink but)
But lean a little bit closer (closer)
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh (smell like poo-ooh)
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh (like, ohh)
I know you'd like to think your shit don't stink (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
But lean a little bit closer (yeah, eh-yeah)
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasin' cars
What happens when the dough gets low?
Bitch, you ain't that fine
No way, no way, no way
Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasin' cars
What happens when the dough gets low?
Bitch, you ain't that fine
No way, no way, no way
Crazy bitch, crazy bitch, crazy bitch
Crazy bitch, crazy bitch, crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Bitch (crazy bitch)
Stupid ass bitch (crazy bitch)
Ol' punk ass bitch (crazy bitch)
Ol' dumbass bitch (crazy bitch)
A bitch's bitch (crazy (bitch)
Just a bitch (crazy bitch)
Stupid ass bitch (crazy bitch)
Ol' punk ass bitch (crazy bitch)
Ol' dumbass bitch (crazy bitch)
A bitch's bitch (crazy (bitch)
Just a bitch
See Caroline
All the guys would say she's mighty fine (mighty fine)
But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time
And the other half either got you cussed out, or coming up short
Yeah, now dig this, now, even though (even though)
You'd need a golden calculator to divide (to divide)
The time it took to look inside and realize that
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, ha yeah
I know you'd like to think your shit don't stink
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
I know you'd like to think your shit don't stink
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Caroline (Caroline)
See, she's the reason for the word "bitch" (bitch)
I hope she's speeding on the way to the club
Trying to hurry up to get to a baller
Or singer or somebody like that
And try to put on her makeup in the mirror
And crash, crash, crash into a ditch (just playing)
She needs a golden calculator to divide (to divide)
The time it takes to look inside and realize
That real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah
I know you'd like to think your shit don't stink
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh, yeah I
I know you'd like to think your shit don't stink
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Aye, aye, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well she's got a hotty's body, but her attitude is potty
When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty
I said, "Shawty, would you call me?"
She said, "Pardon me, are you ballin'?"
I said, "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pausing"
Oh so you're one them freaks? Get geeked at the sight of an ATM receipt
But game, been peeped, dropping names she's weak
Trickin' off this bitch is lost
Must take me for a geek, ah, quick way to eat, ah
Neat place sleep, ah, rent-a-car for a week, ah, trick for a treat, no
Go, on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless
Regardless, we don't want to get involved without them lawyers
And judges, just to hold grudges in the courtroom
I want to see ya support bra not support you
I know you'd like to think your shit don't stink
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh, yeah I
I know you'd like to think your shit don't stink
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh, I, I, yeah
I know you'd like to think, (I know) your shit don't stink (stink but)
But lean a little bit closer (closer)
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh (smell like poo-ooh)
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh (like, ohh)
I know you'd like to think your shit don't stink (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
But lean a little bit closer (yeah, eh-yeah)
See roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasin' cars
What happens when the dough gets low?
Bitch, you ain't that fine
No way, no way, no way
Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasin' cars
What happens when the dough gets low?
Bitch, you ain't that fine
No way, no way, no way
Crazy bitch, crazy bitch, crazy bitch
Crazy bitch, crazy bitch, crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Bitch (crazy bitch)
Stupid ass bitch (crazy bitch)
Ol' punk ass bitch (crazy bitch)
Ol' dumbass bitch (crazy bitch)
A bitch's bitch (crazy (bitch)
Just a bitch (crazy bitch)
Stupid ass bitch (crazy bitch)
Ol' punk ass bitch (crazy bitch)
Ol' dumbass bitch (crazy bitch)
A bitch's bitch (crazy (bitch)
Just a bitch
Writer: Andre Benjamin, Matthew Roy Boykin, Antwan Patton
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Good Day Good Sir
[Switching on and off between Andre "3000" and "Bentley Farnsworth"]
[Andre]
Ahhh, such sweet sound
The Fiddler on the F*ckin' Roof
Is that Mr. Bentley Fonzworth?
[Bentley Farnsworth]
Indeed it is Sir
Good day, good sir
How do you do? Look fine
[Bentley Farnsworth]
Fantastically well
I am certainly not fine by far
But you could say
I'm close to spectacular
[Andre]
Close to spectacular? How so?
[Bentley Farnsworth]
Open your eyes
Spectacular's right in front of you
[Andre]
Whatever you say... your spectacular
[Bentley Farnsworth]
No I'm fantastically well
[Andre]
Come on man make up your mind
A minute ago you said you were fine
[Bentley Farnsworth]
No I said I'm close to spectacular
But I'm meeting fine in a minute
[Andre]
Close to spectacular?
You said you were fantastically well
[Bentley Farnsworth]
Exaxtly
[Andre]
Exactly?? Which one are you?
Close to spectacular or Fantastically well?
[Bentley Farnsworth]
I am certainly and without a doubt
Fantastically well and was close to Spectacular but I must say good sir
You just pissed spectacular off
And don't even mention exactly...
But here comes fine right now
[Andre]
Oh lord, she is fine
[Woman] Gentlemen
[Bentley Farnsworth] Behold
[together] A lady
[Andre]
Ahhh, such sweet sound
The Fiddler on the F*ckin' Roof
Is that Mr. Bentley Fonzworth?
[Bentley Farnsworth]
Indeed it is Sir
Good day, good sir
How do you do? Look fine
[Bentley Farnsworth]
Fantastically well
I am certainly not fine by far
But you could say
I'm close to spectacular
[Andre]
Close to spectacular? How so?
[Bentley Farnsworth]
Open your eyes
Spectacular's right in front of you
[Andre]
Whatever you say... your spectacular
[Bentley Farnsworth]
No I'm fantastically well
[Andre]
Come on man make up your mind
A minute ago you said you were fine
[Bentley Farnsworth]
No I said I'm close to spectacular
But I'm meeting fine in a minute
[Andre]
Close to spectacular?
You said you were fantastically well
[Bentley Farnsworth]
Exaxtly
[Andre]
Exactly?? Which one are you?
Close to spectacular or Fantastically well?
[Bentley Farnsworth]
I am certainly and without a doubt
Fantastically well and was close to Spectacular but I must say good sir
You just pissed spectacular off
And don't even mention exactly...
But here comes fine right now
[Andre]
Oh lord, she is fine
[Woman] Gentlemen
[Bentley Farnsworth] Behold
[together] A lady
Writer: Andre Benjamin
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Behold A Lady
[Andre 3000]
Sophistafunk, aristocats
Distinguished stars, clean up your acts
Pull up your pants, ladies and gents
Please, act like you got some sense
You know what I really wanna know?
Where do all the good girls go
What clubs they hang in?
[Chorus]
Behold a lady
I see you standin' on the wall
Clap, clap... you deserve it all [Repeat]
[Ad libs]
Candy-coated unicorns are quite hard to find
The classic lady, a rare breed indeed
Is that make and model discontinued?
[Verse 1]
Today I might snow, tomorrow I'll rain
3000's always changing but you stay the same
And I need that, hey I need that (in my life)
When I feel washed up and inadequate
And throw all my songs away, no matter how mad I get
You make me smile, you make me smile
You make me smile, you make me... (Hoooooooo!)
You're the anchor that holds me down
When my ship is sinking
You won't let me drown and I'm grateful
(Awwaww Awwawwawwawwawwwwawww!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yo' mama's old fashioned, yo' daddy don't play
You'll always be this lovely
'Cause they raised you that way
Hallelujah! Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
You're not extra, extra. you're so plain Jane
The yin to my yang, darlin'
You've got that thang and you know it
But yet you don't and that's what's so cool
You don't say too much, but when you do it's profound
In the street you hold your head high
At home you get low down for me
(Can't get no lower, can't get no lower, can't get no lower, yeah!)
Hooo! You're the anchor that holds me down
When my ship is sinking, you won't let me drown (Aaaaaaahh!)
(Ad libs)
Sad, but one day our kids will have to visit museums
To see what a lady looks like
So if you find one, I beg you, hold her tight
If you spot one, good sir, treat her right
This is Benjamin Andre signing off
Thanks a million
Good luck and goodnight
[Chorus 2x]
Sophistafunk, aristocats
Distinguished stars, clean up your acts
Pull up your pants, ladies and gents
Please, act like you got some sense
You know what I really wanna know?
Where do all the good girls go
What clubs they hang in?
[Chorus]
Behold a lady
I see you standin' on the wall
Clap, clap... you deserve it all [Repeat]
[Ad libs]
Candy-coated unicorns are quite hard to find
The classic lady, a rare breed indeed
Is that make and model discontinued?
[Verse 1]
Today I might snow, tomorrow I'll rain
3000's always changing but you stay the same
And I need that, hey I need that (in my life)
When I feel washed up and inadequate
And throw all my songs away, no matter how mad I get
You make me smile, you make me smile
You make me smile, you make me... (Hoooooooo!)
You're the anchor that holds me down
When my ship is sinking
You won't let me drown and I'm grateful
(Awwaww Awwawwawwawwawwwwawww!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yo' mama's old fashioned, yo' daddy don't play
You'll always be this lovely
'Cause they raised you that way
Hallelujah! Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
You're not extra, extra. you're so plain Jane
The yin to my yang, darlin'
You've got that thang and you know it
But yet you don't and that's what's so cool
You don't say too much, but when you do it's profound
In the street you hold your head high
At home you get low down for me
(Can't get no lower, can't get no lower, can't get no lower, yeah!)
Hooo! You're the anchor that holds me down
When my ship is sinking, you won't let me drown (Aaaaaaahh!)
(Ad libs)
Sad, but one day our kids will have to visit museums
To see what a lady looks like
So if you find one, I beg you, hold her tight
If you spot one, good sir, treat her right
This is Benjamin Andre signing off
Thanks a million
Good luck and goodnight
[Chorus 2x]
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Pink & Blue
Age ain't nothin' but a number, nothin' but a number
Age ain't nothin' but a number, nothin' but a number
Age ain't nothin' but a number, nothin' but a number
Age ain't nothin' but a number, number, number, number-ber
Pretty pink, baby blue
(Why don't) why don't you teach me something new?
(We're all) we're all just babies in my view
So crawl, baby
Crawl, baby
Pretty pink, baby blue
(Why don't) why don't you teach me something new? (Ohh)
(We're all) we're all just babies in my view
So crawl, baby
Crawl, baby
Miss lady
You could have been born a little later but I don't care
So what if your head sports a couple of grey hairs
Same here, and actually, I think it's funky
(In a Claire Huxtable type way)
Miss lady
It looks to me, you need a little juice in your life
Call me when that big ole house gets lonelyfied
And I'll teleport from here to there
You show me how it's supposed to be done
I'll make sure you have young fun
Pretty pink, baby blue
(Why don't) why don't you teach me something new?
(We're all) we're all just babies in my view
So crawl, baby
Crawl, baby (yoo-hoo)
Pretty pink, baby blue (ooh-hoo)
(Why don't) why don't you teach me something new? (Ohh)
(We're all) we're all just babies (we're all)
In my (just) view (babies)
So crawl, baby (crawl for me)
Crawl, baby (oh)
You're sophisticated
Just me and miss lady
You've got me talking like a baby
You make me talk baby talk
Mmh, baby talk
She's sophisticated
You make me talk baby talk
Just me and miss lady
You makes me talk baby talk
You got me talking like a baby
Like, "ga ga" and "goo goo"
Oh momma, yeah
You're sophisticated
Make me talk baby talk
Just me and miss lady
You're so experienced
You got me talking like a baby
Teach me something new
Teach me something new
You're sophisticated (ahh)
Just me and miss lady (ooh)
You got me talking like a baby
(Oh)
(She's sophisticated)
(Just me and miss lady)
Age ain't nothin' but a number, nothin' but a number
Age ain't nothin' but a number, nothin' but a number
Age ain't nothin' but a number, number, number, number-ber
Pretty pink, baby blue
(Why don't) why don't you teach me something new?
(We're all) we're all just babies in my view
So crawl, baby
Crawl, baby
Pretty pink, baby blue
(Why don't) why don't you teach me something new? (Ohh)
(We're all) we're all just babies in my view
So crawl, baby
Crawl, baby
Miss lady
You could have been born a little later but I don't care
So what if your head sports a couple of grey hairs
Same here, and actually, I think it's funky
(In a Claire Huxtable type way)
Miss lady
It looks to me, you need a little juice in your life
Call me when that big ole house gets lonelyfied
And I'll teleport from here to there
You show me how it's supposed to be done
I'll make sure you have young fun
Pretty pink, baby blue
(Why don't) why don't you teach me something new?
(We're all) we're all just babies in my view
So crawl, baby
Crawl, baby (yoo-hoo)
Pretty pink, baby blue (ooh-hoo)
(Why don't) why don't you teach me something new? (Ohh)
(We're all) we're all just babies (we're all)
In my (just) view (babies)
So crawl, baby (crawl for me)
Crawl, baby (oh)
You're sophisticated
Just me and miss lady
You've got me talking like a baby
You make me talk baby talk
Mmh, baby talk
She's sophisticated
You make me talk baby talk
Just me and miss lady
You makes me talk baby talk
You got me talking like a baby
Like, "ga ga" and "goo goo"
Oh momma, yeah
You're sophisticated
Make me talk baby talk
Just me and miss lady
You're so experienced
You got me talking like a baby
Teach me something new
Teach me something new
You're sophisticated (ahh)
Just me and miss lady (ooh)
You got me talking like a baby
(Oh)
(She's sophisticated)
(Just me and miss lady)
Writer: Andre Benjamin, Robert Kelly
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Love In War
[Hook]
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do whats right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for? [repeat]
[Verse]
Tonight we'll make the prettiest song that no one will ever hear
No one will ever hear
No one will ever
These ain't the times to be alone cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is
Quickly approaching while we carry on
No one is promised another day
Why can't the story end like fairytales often do
Before I let you leave I've got to say-ay-ay-ay
[Hook]
[Instrumental]
[Hook]
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do whats right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for? [repeat]
[Verse]
Tonight we'll make the prettiest song that no one will ever hear
No one will ever hear
No one will ever
These ain't the times to be alone cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is
Quickly approaching while we carry on
No one is promised another day
Why can't the story end like fairytales often do
Before I let you leave I've got to say-ay-ay-ay
[Hook]
[Instrumental]
[Hook]
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Shes Alive
[Baby crying:] Wanh wanh wanh
[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A pain
But she's alive
[Andre 3000 - Verse One]
The year was 1975
That night crickets cried
They knew what was going down
Three girls travel a long country road
And one said she thinks it's time
This baby wants to come right now
[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A pain
But she's alive
[Woman talking]
I was scufflin' going to school
I was scufflin' working at night
And you know what
I truly believe
And that's why I tell a lot of parents
Single parents, don't tell me what God can't do.
I made sure you had
I never felt like you should be deprived of anything
If a man didn't want to take care of his child
You move on
And that's what I did
I moved on
[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A pain
But she's alive
A boy
To raise
At... at a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
[Woman talking]
He always wanted to be a father
But he never took care of you
He ain't have no money
He ain't have nothin'
How can you care about somebody
And you never give the welfare of them
[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A drag
But she's alive
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age...
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must...
[Woman talking]
and I knew I had to go that road by myself
[Andre 3000]
She's alive
[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A pain
But she's alive
[Andre 3000 - Verse One]
The year was 1975
That night crickets cried
They knew what was going down
Three girls travel a long country road
And one said she thinks it's time
This baby wants to come right now
[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A pain
But she's alive
[Woman talking]
I was scufflin' going to school
I was scufflin' working at night
And you know what
I truly believe
And that's why I tell a lot of parents
Single parents, don't tell me what God can't do.
I made sure you had
I never felt like you should be deprived of anything
If a man didn't want to take care of his child
You move on
And that's what I did
I moved on
[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A pain
But she's alive
A boy
To raise
At... at a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
[Woman talking]
He always wanted to be a father
But he never took care of you
He ain't have no money
He ain't have nothin'
How can you care about somebody
And you never give the welfare of them
[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A drag
But she's alive
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age...
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must...
[Woman talking]
and I knew I had to go that road by myself
[Andre 3000]
She's alive
Writer: KEVIN KENDRICK, ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Draculas Wedding
(feat. Kelis)
[Verse 1]
You're all I've ever wanted, but I'm terrified of you
See my castle may be haunted, but I'm terrified of you
I've cast my spell on millions, but I'm terrified of you
Baby I do this from the ceiling, but I'm terrified of you
[Bridge]
I wait my whole life to bite the right one
Then you come along and that freaks me out
So I'm frightened... Dracula's wedding
[Verse 2]
I've never ran from no one, but I'm terrified of you
See my heartbeat is a slow one, but I'm terrified of you
I've been around for ages, but I'm terrified of you
Put my fang across the stage, but I'm terrified of you.
[Bridge]
You know I'm terrifed of you [x3]
Here she comes
[Kelis]
Give me the chance to dance romance
Don't run, I'm not the sun
So much at stake... oh!
Bad choice of words
But I'm not the gun with silver bullets
And I can count, 1, 2, 3, plus I make great peanut butter
And jelly sandwiches... Van Helsing
For richer or poorer, through sickness and in health
Til death do us part
Til death do us part
You only live once
Well, not in our case
because we live forever.
[Verse 1]
You're all I've ever wanted, but I'm terrified of you
See my castle may be haunted, but I'm terrified of you
I've cast my spell on millions, but I'm terrified of you
Baby I do this from the ceiling, but I'm terrified of you
[Bridge]
I wait my whole life to bite the right one
Then you come along and that freaks me out
So I'm frightened... Dracula's wedding
[Verse 2]
I've never ran from no one, but I'm terrified of you
See my heartbeat is a slow one, but I'm terrified of you
I've been around for ages, but I'm terrified of you
Put my fang across the stage, but I'm terrified of you.
[Bridge]
You know I'm terrifed of you [x3]
Here she comes
[Kelis]
Give me the chance to dance romance
Don't run, I'm not the sun
So much at stake... oh!
Bad choice of words
But I'm not the gun with silver bullets
And I can count, 1, 2, 3, plus I make great peanut butter
And jelly sandwiches... Van Helsing
For richer or poorer, through sickness and in health
Til death do us part
Til death do us part
You only live once
Well, not in our case
because we live forever.
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Take Off Your Cool
(feat. Norah Jones)
Hey yaaa... Ba-doo-baaaa-ba-doo-baaaaa [repeat 2X]
[Norah Jones]
Baby, take off your cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you
Baby, don't be so cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you
[Andre 3000]
Baby, take off your cool
I want to get to know you
(Take off your cool)
Hey yaaa... Ba-doo-baaaa-ba-doo-baaaaa [repeat 2X]
[Norah Jones]
Baby, take off your cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you
Baby, don't be so cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you
[Andre 3000]
Baby, take off your cool
I want to get to know you
(Take off your cool)
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Vibrate
[Hook]
Every boy and girl, woman and man
When you feel you've done about the best you can
Muthaf*ck the wagon, come join the band
Vibrate, vibrate, vibrate, higher!
[Repeat]
[Verse 1]
Sometimes when it's late at night
And you have no one to talk to
Here's what you don', you go through that
Raggedy cell phone 'bout two or three times
Tracy ain't home, Tina ain't home
The Love Below start talkin' to ya
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
The circumcision has already begun
Desensitizing the very thing or thang that brought
you into this motherf*cker in the first place
And when I say "motherf*cker" I do mean "motherf*cker"
Because Mother Earth is dying and we continue to f*ck her to death
Play with your own score sheet, become the master of your own bation
And yes, God is watching you, but no need to be embarrassed
For the future is in your hands, no the future is in your hand
Play with your own score sheet
[Hook]
Every boy and girl, woman and man
When you feel you've done about the best you can
Muthaf*ck the wagon, come join the band
Vibrate, vibrate, vibrate, higher!
[Repeat]
[Verse 1]
Sometimes when it's late at night
And you have no one to talk to
Here's what you don', you go through that
Raggedy cell phone 'bout two or three times
Tracy ain't home, Tina ain't home
The Love Below start talkin' to ya
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
The circumcision has already begun
Desensitizing the very thing or thang that brought
you into this motherf*cker in the first place
And when I say "motherf*cker" I do mean "motherf*cker"
Because Mother Earth is dying and we continue to f*ck her to death
Play with your own score sheet, become the master of your own bation
And yes, God is watching you, but no need to be embarrassed
For the future is in your hands, no the future is in your hand
Play with your own score sheet
[Hook]
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Speakerboxxx/The Love Below is the fifth studio album by the American duo Outkast. It was released on September 23, 2003, by Arista Records. Issued as a double album, its length of over two hours is spread across solo records by Big Boi and André 3000.
Originally conceived as standalone albums, the members' solo efforts were integrated into a double album under Outkast's name as Arista deemed the decision to release solo albums unsuitable at the time. Big Boi's Speakerboxxx is a Southern hip hop and progressive rap album influenced by Parliament-Funkadelic, while André 3000's The Love Below largely departs from hip hop in favor of pop, funk, jazz, psychedelia, and progressive soul styles, drawing inspiration from Prince. While The Love Below was entirely produced by André 3000, Speakerboxxx featured contributions from André 3000, Mr. DJ, Carl Mo, Cutmaster Swift, and Dojo5, in addition to production by Big Boi. Lyrically, Speakerboxxx discusses socially conscious themes, such as single parenthood, philosophy, religion, and politics, whereas The Love Below is centered on complexities related to love and relationships. Speakerboxxx/The Love Below features a multifaceted array of collaborators, including Sleepy Brown, Killer Mike, Ludacris, Jay-Z, Rosario Dawson, Kelis, and Norah Jones.
Speakerboxxx/The Love Below received widespread acclaim from music critics, who praised the consistency of Big Boi's Speakerboxxx and the eclectic musical style of André 3000's The Love Below. Numerous publications proclaimed the album as one of the best records of 2003, placing it atop their year-end listings. A commercial success, Speakerboxxx/The Love Below became Outkast's first number-one album on the US Billboard 200, with first-week sales of 509,000 units, and went on to be certified diamond by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) in December 2004. At the 46th Annual Grammy Awards (2004), the album won Album of the Year and Best Rap Album, becoming only the second hip hop album ever to win the former. It produced five singles, two of which—"Hey Ya!" and "The Way You Move"—topped the US Billboard Hot 100, and made Outkast the first duo in the chart's history to replace themselves at the summit. Furthermore, "Hey Ya!" won the Grammy Award for Best Urban/Alternative Performance. "Roses" reached the top 10 on the Billboard Hot 100 as well, peaking at number nine, while "GhettoMusick" and "Prototype" failed to achieve substantial success.
Outkast heavily promoted Speakerboxxx/The Love Below via interviews and televised performances, often separately, as the album was marketed as a consolidation of Big Boi and André 3000's solo records. The strategy elicited intense media speculation over the duo's disbandment, which the members consistently denied. The musical film Idlewild was originally slated to accompany the album, but was postponed multiple times before being released in 2006, after which Outkast embarked on an extended hiatus. Consequently, a multitude of critics have recognized Speakerboxxx/The Love Below as a signal of Outkast's cessation, but nonetheless hailed the album as one of the best recordings of its era. The album has been further credited for reviving the double album concept in hip hop, as well as for popularizing conscious hip hop. Following its RIAA certification update to 13-times platinum in 2023, signifying double-disc units of 6.5 million in the US, Speakerboxxx/The Love Below became the highest-certified rap album of all time. As of September 2023, it has sold over 11 million copies worldwide.
Performed By:
OutkastOriginally conceived as standalone albums, the members' solo efforts were integrated into a double album under Outkast's name as Arista deemed the decision to release solo albums unsuitable at the time. Big Boi's Speakerboxxx is a Southern hip hop and progressive rap album influenced by Parliament-Funkadelic, while André 3000's The Love Below largely departs from hip hop in favor of pop, funk, jazz, psychedelia, and progressive soul styles, drawing inspiration from Prince. While The Love Below was entirely produced by André 3000, Speakerboxxx featured contributions from André 3000, Mr. DJ, Carl Mo, Cutmaster Swift, and Dojo5, in addition to production by Big Boi. Lyrically, Speakerboxxx discusses socially conscious themes, such as single parenthood, philosophy, religion, and politics, whereas The Love Below is centered on complexities related to love and relationships. Speakerboxxx/The Love Below features a multifaceted array of collaborators, including Sleepy Brown, Killer Mike, Ludacris, Jay-Z, Rosario Dawson, Kelis, and Norah Jones.
Speakerboxxx/The Love Below received widespread acclaim from music critics, who praised the consistency of Big Boi's Speakerboxxx and the eclectic musical style of André 3000's The Love Below. Numerous publications proclaimed the album as one of the best records of 2003, placing it atop their year-end listings. A commercial success, Speakerboxxx/The Love Below became Outkast's first number-one album on the US Billboard 200, with first-week sales of 509,000 units, and went on to be certified diamond by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) in December 2004. At the 46th Annual Grammy Awards (2004), the album won Album of the Year and Best Rap Album, becoming only the second hip hop album ever to win the former. It produced five singles, two of which—"Hey Ya!" and "The Way You Move"—topped the US Billboard Hot 100, and made Outkast the first duo in the chart's history to replace themselves at the summit. Furthermore, "Hey Ya!" won the Grammy Award for Best Urban/Alternative Performance. "Roses" reached the top 10 on the Billboard Hot 100 as well, peaking at number nine, while "GhettoMusick" and "Prototype" failed to achieve substantial success.
Outkast heavily promoted Speakerboxxx/The Love Below via interviews and televised performances, often separately, as the album was marketed as a consolidation of Big Boi and André 3000's solo records. The strategy elicited intense media speculation over the duo's disbandment, which the members consistently denied. The musical film Idlewild was originally slated to accompany the album, but was postponed multiple times before being released in 2006, after which Outkast embarked on an extended hiatus. Consequently, a multitude of critics have recognized Speakerboxxx/The Love Below as a signal of Outkast's cessation, but nonetheless hailed the album as one of the best recordings of its era. The album has been further credited for reviving the double album concept in hip hop, as well as for popularizing conscious hip hop. Following its RIAA certification update to 13-times platinum in 2023, signifying double-disc units of 6.5 million in the US, Speakerboxxx/The Love Below became the highest-certified rap album of all time. As of September 2023, it has sold over 11 million copies worldwide.
Genre(s): Southern hip hop, progressive rap, funk, jazz, pop, progressive soul, psychedelia
Producer(s): Andre 3000, Big Boi, Carl Mo, Cutmaster Swiff, Dojo, 5Mr. DJ
Length: 134:49
Released: September 23rd, 2003
Year: 2003