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Tekst :

Big Boi:
Well it s the M-I crooked letter comin around the south
Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old Southern slouch
Please, ain tnothing but incensein my atmosphere
I m bendin corners in my Lac boi, causethat s how be rollin here
Yeek, the slangis ineffect because it s Georgia
Kicking the khakis and Adidas
Packin yo heaters couse you supposed to, cousin
Catfish and gritsis how my flow flows
Rollin steady in thart Cadi but them empty bottles got to go
See juice and Jin used to be my friend from the beginning
And now I m just a player sippin sauce every now and then
To catch a buzz like a bumble bee
Niggas who try to fuck with me
Get sprayed like Raid cause it ain t nothing see

André 3000:
My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock
No my heart don t pump no Kool-Aid
Jump and you ll get too sprayed
Who raids your block the one and only Outkast
May s nigga fallin fast and
I continue blastin , swiftly
Quickly they ain t gon get me got something for em
The devil up in yo grill and you still don t even know em
Show em, who s the OK
Like collard greens and hoe cakes
I got soul, that s something you ain t got
That s why yo style is rotten
Stop in the land ATL
Where nothing but pimps, fully equipped
Quick to make a sale, swell
Swollen got my pockets, buisness boomin like rockets
Folks try to stop it but they know that it s that

Hook:
Southerplayalisticadillac funky muzik
Now playas if you choose it
You better make shure you don t abuse it
We gonna get cha highhhhhh, highhhhhh
André 3000:
Time to drop these bows, like Dusty Rhodes
Then I yell ho
And knocking em off they feet like a southern hustler supposed to do
It s in the house, house like, a joint is lit fo my kin folks
Ans all the Niggaz that was down, since we been broke
Takin em deeper than a submarine
So scream if you hear the team of two
My crew be thick as twofat hoes sittin off in a Brougham
I#m packin my tag backwards if you want to be actin wrong
Word is bond like superglue
It s funky like poopa scoop
And every word I say can true

Big Boi:
Well okey dokey KastOut
I swear to God I Got the highestfloatin cadillac
The expialalisic Coup Deville
Can you handle that you rats
I take my crusin round the city malls
And under my seat for you suckasis your finalcurtain call
The one-two to the gage p-u-m-p
You want to do a jack, I heat the barrel till it s empty, get me
See it ain t friendly getting in where it fit
Organized is on the track with that southernplayalistic shit
So copy my slang and bite my shit
but don t try gafflin me
cause sleepin you ll get served with some southern hospitality

Hook:
...

Big Boi:
Well southernplayalisicadillacmuzichas been laid
Now make way for all dayayan day be rollin like that today hoes
So back up off get up on itif you want it y all
Looking for hoes and snittches was my thing on player s ball yep
So now I step, rather walk with that pimp limp
Whyle my Niggaz are in east point
With that college park hemp smpke out
Is how I wanna end it on these track
So I pass it to my partner and step back off in my Cadillac

André 3000:
Step up in my shoesyou crews sitting on Trus
And Vogues for the hoesonly when we rollin trough
Atlanta skies be blue
The sun is beamin it seemin
That I m glisten, rather gleamin
20/20got me leaning on the side
Full of pride, now ain t that something
I m dippin into your hood
This ain t brail, but I m bumpin
Thrumpin out the roaches
Dungeon if y allmissed it
Big Gipp, Goody Mob, PA, Outkast
Southerplayalistic

Hook:
... (3x)

Tekst :

Intro:
1,2,
1,2,3

Verse 1:
Yeah!
Inslumnational Underground.
Thunder pounds,
when I stomp the ground.(Wooh)
Like a million elephants,
or silver back
Orangutangs,
you can t stop the train.
Who wants some?
Don t come unprepared.
I ll be there,
but when I leave there.
Better be a household name.
The weatherman tellin us
it ain t gon rain.
So now we sittin in a droptop,
soaking wet.
In a silk suit trying
not to sweat.
Hittin somersaults with-
out the net.
But this ll be the year that we
wont forget.
1-9-9-9!
Anno Domini,
anything goes!
Be what you want to be,
long as you know
consequences
are given for liv-
ing the fence is,
too high to jump in jail.
Too low to dig,
I might just touch hell.
HOT!
Get a life,
now they on sale.
Then I might cast you a spell.
Look at what came in the mail,
a scale and some Arm & Hammer.
Soul gold grill, and a baby mamma.
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers.
Stack of questions,
with no answers.
Cure for cancer,
cure for AIDS.
Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days.
Get back home,
thangs are wrong.
Well not
really it was bad all along.
Before your left adds up to a
ball of power.
Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour.
Hello, ghetto,
let your brain breathe.
Believe there s always mo
(Owwww!)

Hook:
Don t pull the thang out,
unless you plan to bang.
(Bombs over Baghdad, yeah!)
Don t even bang,
unless you plan to hit something.
(Bombs over Baghdad, yeah!)
[Repeat x2]

Verse2:
Uno, dos, tres,
it s on.
Did you ever think a pimp
rock a microphone?
Like that there boy,
and we still stay street.
Big things happen every time we meet.
Like a track team, crack fiend,
dying to geek.
OutKast bumpin up and down the street.
Slant back Cadillac,
about five niggaz deep.
Seventy-five MC s,
freestyling to the beat.
Cause we get crunk,
stay drunk at the club.
Should ve bought an ounce,
but you copped a dub.
Should ve held back,
but you threw the punch.
Supposed to meet your girl,
but you packed a lunch.
No D, to the U to the G for you.
Got a son on the way,
by the name of Bamboo.
Got a little baby girl,
four years, Jordan.
Never turned my back on my kids
for them.
Should ve hit it, quit it, rag top.
Before you RE up,
get a laptop.
Make a buisiness for yourself, boy,
set some goals.
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals.
Record number four,
but we on the road.
Hold up, slow up, stop, control.
Like Janet, Planet Stankonia s,
on ya.
Moving like Floyd,
comin straight to Florida.
Lock all your windows,
then block the corridors.
Pullin off my belt,
cause a whippings in order.
I d like a three-piece fish,
before I cut your daughter.
Yo quiero Taco Bell,
then I hit the border.
Piti pat rappers trying to get the five.
I m a microphone fiend,
tryin to stay alive.
When you come to A Town,
boy you better not hide.
Cause the Dungeon Family gon ride,
HA!

[Hook]

Break Down:
Bob your head, rag top.
[Repeat x16]

Vamp:
Bible music, electric revival.
[Repeat x23]

Tekst :

[Andre 3000]
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
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 that s funky
(In a Claire Huxtable type way)
Miss lady
It looks to me like you need a little juice in your life
So 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
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

You re sophisticated
Just me and miss lady
You ve got me talkin like a baby
You make me talk baby talk
She s so sophisticated
You make me talk baby talk
Just me and miss lady
She makes me talk baby talk
Got me talkin like a baby
Like ga ga and goo goo
Oh momma
You re so sophisticated
Make me talk baby talk
Just me and miss lady
You re so experienced
Got me talkin like a baby
Teach me somethin new
Teach me somethin new
You re sophisticated
Just me and miss lady
You got me talkin like a baby

Oh my love he works upon the sea
On the waves that blow wild and free
He splices the ropes and he sets the sail
While southwards he roams to the home of the whale

And he ne er thinks of me far behind
Or the torments that rage in my mind
He is mine for...

Girl, You are a
If you shut it all off and make a run for the door

But your hard
To make, a
For every inch your going to need a mile more

But there is always some one stichin skin but feelin some how
But you have never ever...

Patrz, co zostało,
Popatrz, jak mało,
Jakiś kwiat, jakiś list,
W piasku ślad...

Brzeg coraz dalej
I wyższe fale,
Twardy ląd,jasny ląd,
Gdzie brzeg?
...

Tracy Thorn
don t drag me down
just because you re down
and just cause you re blue
don t make me too
although you ve found
beauty more than me
don t talk to me
about being free

that s freedom without love
and magic without love
magic without love

here we re safe
better things will surely come our way
here we...

Pass me not Oh gental savior
hear my humble cry
while the others thou are calling
do not pass me by

I ve got the feelin and the feelin s not the same
i did the hip hop a little hammer and the james
but a touch a touch...