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OutKast lyrics
OutKast lyrics
"Decatur Psalm(feat. Cool Breeze, Big Gipp Lyrics"
All Style No Substance Lyrics
the info-mercial home shopping club. the money flows from young and old cash cash cow coming home. all style no substance. the flashy cars expensive clothes a house with 50 rooms. empty lives bitchy vibes the smell of stale perfume. the candidate makes promises on the campaign trail. once they're in it's only sin and mostly they fail. america land of opportunity they'll sell you anything cause nothing here is fr
the info-mercial home shopping club. the money flows from young and old cash cash cow coming home. all style no substance. the flashy cars expensive clothes a house with 50 rooms. empty lives bitchy vibes the smell of stale perfume. the candidate makes promises on the campaign trail. once they're in it's only sin and mostly they fail. america land of opportunity they'll sell you anything cause nothing here is fr
[Verse One: Cool Breeze]
I call da crib they say "Breeze you ain't know?"
I say "What?"
"Big Time got popped in his Benzo!"
I said "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus
I'm bout to dump this nigga's shit in New Dimensions
Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up
And tell em da money man done slipped and got his throat cut
And everything that we took from the warehouse
I heard somebody talkin 'bout it at the White House
Man I thought you said that this job was for me and you
I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too
You tell his folks that I'm sorry bout that Lexus
I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister up in... naaah!
Can't even tell you where I put my extra playa card
Cause them Red Dog police know we hom
Better Than Expected Lyrics
It was a hot summer night Their eyes met The moon was full He whispered in her ear She blushed And then Ted pulled out the knife Tracy was a girl she's just like any other girl Life was such a drag and she had all the candles burning Friends of hers would say she was the model of complexion By making her connection, put her in high places
eboys
Just tell everybody who us a dime
It's the Great Hoe Round Up Yo' Money time
I got to HAVE MINE, then I'm OUTTA HERE
Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Grier
Ain't got to worry bout yo' potnah gettin caught like a lame
It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang"
(It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang!
East Pointe police don't know a damn thang...)
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Yeah, it won't be over
Check this out
Can you see what I be hearin talkin to spirits when I sleep
Peep this out real quick Slick, we gets on this beat and speak
about that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit
Lookin up in your face I see a coward and a dimwit
Lookin to run up in my pri
Servin a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote?
On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slippin
Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicion
Penny pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-six
Buyin another Fleetwood, Diamond took it, so know we's in the mix
I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off
Cause them niggaz at the corner sto' been lookin at me for too long
Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones
Don't be biased, but I know it has to come
So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm babysittin
Y'all don't know nothin bout Big Boi cause that nigga steady dippin
It ain't over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth upBloated Housewives Lyrics
They sent our brothers off to die in a land called Vietnam While bloated housewives sat around wondering "why don't we just drop the bomb?" Corpses filled with Heroin made money for the C.I.A. and napalm bombs and Agent Orange made Southeast Asia safe. Change the country, change the names to protect the guilty ones. Bloated housewives undercover, Central Intelligence sit
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and sang...It was a hot summer night Their eyes met The moon was full He whispered in her ear She blushed And then Ted pulled out the knife Tracy was a girl she's just like any other girl Life was such a drag and she had all the candles burning Friends of hers would say she was the model of complexion By making her connection, put her in high places
eboys
Just tell everybody who us a dime
It's the Great Hoe Round Up Yo' Money time
I got to HAVE MINE, then I'm OUTTA HERE
Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Grier
Ain't got to worry bout yo' potnah gettin caught like a lame
It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang"
(It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang!
East Pointe police don't know a damn thang...)
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Yeah, it won't be over
Check this out
Can you see what I be hearin talkin to spirits when I sleep
Peep this out real quick Slick, we gets on this beat and speak
about that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit
Lookin up in your face I see a coward and a dimwit
Lookin to run up in my pri
Pohjoisen Taivaan Alla Lyrics
Mun is oli kyh kirvesmies ehk saha oli tyls kenties hyl liian terv Sit knnipissn herv ij pohti ain Joka joulu tuli turpaan joskus meinas tulla puukosta mies voi kuolla suukosta usein kuulla sain Pohjoisen taivaan alla kituutteli kyh kansa rikkailta lainaamalla toteutti toiveitansa Avoin jaloin halki Afrikan meidn
ate home just like you was the folksMun is oli kyh kirvesmies ehk saha oli tyls kenties hyl liian terv Sit knnipissn herv ij pohti ain Joka joulu tuli turpaan joskus meinas tulla puukosta mies voi kuolla suukosta usein kuulla sain Pohjoisen taivaan alla kituutteli kyh kansa rikkailta lainaamalla toteutti toiveitansa Avoin jaloin halki Afrikan meidn
Servin a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote?
On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slippin
Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicion
Penny pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-six
Buyin another Fleetwood, Diamond took it, so know we's in the mix
I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off
Cause them niggaz at the corner sto' been lookin at me for too long
Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones
Don't be biased, but I know it has to come
So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm babysittin
Y'all don't know nothin bout Big Boi cause that nigga steady dippin
It ain't over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth up
They sent our brothers off to die in a land called Vietnam While bloated housewives sat around wondering "why don't we just drop the bomb?" Corpses filled with Heroin made money for the C.I.A. and napalm bombs and Agent Orange made Southeast Asia safe. Change the country, change the names to protect the guilty ones. Bloated housewives undercover, Central Intelligence sit
[Verse Three: Big Gipp]
Took me a long time to get here
Long time man
I'm talkin about, years, and years
Riding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers
If you don't educate yourself
Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you posed to get paid?
Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass ways
Fuck a fade, let my hair drag
Back and forth like a see-saw
Jumpin Lily, to lilypad dad
Lookin to get my Goodie feel
I'm broke in like some old men
Who'd stop dem or would stop
I'm droppin lines for the big plot
Sixteen is when I started to dream
It's ninety-six I'm in your face
Can you hear that bitch scream?
(It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang...)