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Big Boi
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Tomb Of Boom
作詞:Cory Andrews, Christopher Bridges, Nathaniel Elder, Cameron Gipp, Antwan Patton, James Patton
Speakerboxxx
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 motherfucking rest But you know, we talked about it all day long, baby We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit
Yo, yo, yo, yo, 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, fuck 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
Tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside that tomb Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh that's cool
You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots Hit G spots, I'm 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?
Fuck 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
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 もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Like brown collies, stay soft fro crows
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
Tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside that tomb Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh that's cool
I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight Fuck 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 rappers, 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, Big Boi beatin' through your Speakerboxxx, yeah
Tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside that tomb Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh that's cool
Ludacris, yeah, I keep a glock in case you like to leak a lot Meanwhile, crankin' the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx So here we at, get the fuck on the ground It's 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 the neighborhood stop signs [Incomprehensible]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
Tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside that tomb Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh that's cool
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, over throwed 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, gangster, 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 just split it down the middle So you can see both the visions Been spittin' it damn near ten years Why the fuck would be be quittin'? Fuck, nigga
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