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Outkast – Claimin True

Posted by admin in O on September 16, 2011

[Big Boi]
Well it is I the pimp playin nigga that you heard about
Yeah I got the money and a half a million dope houses
I got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I fuck with
I buy amps that pops my trunk swift
I’ve been a player since the age of two
That’s when I learned to walk grab my crotch talk
Do how them hoe sellers do
See born and raised as a pimp that’s what I claim to be
Always claimin true to what I do and then fuck what I see
I pledge allegiance to the streets, that’s where I growed up
And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up
But fuck it, I’m on my own, I’m in my zone
And nothin wrong, you don’t belong, you left me standing alone
Yeah, I’m the nigga with the feather in my hat
Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that
But you ain’t know I’m the one dippin and dodgin bullets
The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin to pull it
So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore
They were my idols when I was a kid
From nappy head, greasy face, eatin watermelon
To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon

Chorus: repeat 2X

I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes

I put in work and did the dirt, that’s how I payed my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that’s how it be
So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that’s in back of me

[Dre]
All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin over me
Growin up a little G, my mama thought I’d grow to be
A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin harder
Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten
This ain’t no secret garden, so you fly when niggaz flee
If it is one of my own, I’m lettin the trigger be
Cuz I got love for any nigga who got love for me
And then I get a slap of dap when I’m slangin quarter keys
Just tryin to make it, then of age, come through, take it
I ain’t forgot about y’all women who be workin niggaz butt naked
At Magic City, shakin titties just to pay the rent
Lord, tryin to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sent
But I ain’t got no sense, that’s what I got them thinkin
I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin
Cuz I be takin the rough side of the mountain
If you cross my path, I’ll leave you drainin like a fountain
Yes it’s been like that since way back, in 1975
Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive
So little botty bwoy better say your prayers
You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya

Chorus: repeat 4X

Claimin, Outkast

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Outkast – Chonkyfire

Posted by admin in O on September 15, 2011

Yo this is my story this is my song
And to them rudypoots don’t attempt to try this at home
It’s just a poem until y’all learn right from wrong
Kwow when to bless a situation when to grab the chrome
But it’s back on another stormy night in Atlanta Georgia
Overcast but on behalf of Outkast I cordially
Invite you to an emotion filled theater
Bring your umbrella cause young fella it gets no weirder
(Refrain)
We reign, reign supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings
Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole
Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n’roll indubitably, piper pied
Now hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can’t stop the stride
You are now about entering the fifth demension of ascension
Our only intention is to take you high

High, yeah, yeah my lord
(Big Boi)
To make one bob they head would be the track job
Your job’s to spit that fire
Some of y’all MC’s take this rhyming for granted I won’t comply
With that slackin, poppin and crackin 4th ward way we snappin
They won’t that hardness that oddness that gets a nigga to start this
What’s happening, see if do what yo won’t do today boy
Will I live tommorrow like you can’t even live cause you strayed
Motivational skills lacking, when I see you nigga packin
Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car do’
But you still stay with mom though playin the king like Don doe
You chocked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be locced up
Makin them thick Hip Hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain’t scarred
And if I see you in the streets I’d dap you down like you was Greg
Refrain

Chonkyfire, Outkast

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Outkast – Bombs Over Bagdad

Posted by admin in O on September 14, 2011

[Dre]
Yeah!
Inter national underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground
(Woo!) Like a million elephants that sit with back
Orangutan you can’t stop a train
Who want some? Don’t come un pre pared
I’ll be there but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin’ us it ain’t gon’ rain
So now we sittin’ in a drop top soaken’ wet
In a silk suit tryin’ not to sweat
Hits I’m a (?) switched out the net
But this’ll be the year that we won’t forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, (?) anything goes, be what ‘chu wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin’ defenses
Too hot, I’m jumpin’ jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell
HOT! Get a life, now they gon’ sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for days
Get back home, things are wrong
We’re not really able to spend all alone
Before he left, (?), to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breath,
Believe there’s always more
Ahhhhh!

Chorus: 2X
[Dre] Don’t pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don’t even bang unless you plan to hit something
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
{Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh

[Big Boi]
Uno, dos, tres, it’s on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boy and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, (?), dying of (?)
Outkast bumpin’ up and down the street

Slam back, Cadillac, ’bout five nigga deep,
Seventy-five emcee’s freestylin’ to tha beat
‘Cause we get crossed and drunk at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
‘Spose 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 year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair dime out of dusty coal
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, take only is only
A movin’ like floor commin’ straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the quarters
Pullin’ off on bell ’cause a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, ‘fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin’ to get the five
I’m a microphone fiend tryin’ to stay alive
When you commin’ to A-T-L, but you bet’ not hide
‘Cause it doesn’t (?)
Hah!

{Choir}
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

[Dre and Big Boi]: 16X
Bob your head. Rag top.

{Choir}: 23X
Bible music. Electric revival.

Bagdad, Bombs, Outkast

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Outkast – B.o.b. (bombs Over Baghdad)

Posted by admin in O on September 13, 2011

[Dre]
1 2.. 1 2 3; yeah!
Inter national underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can’t stop a train
Who want some? Don’t come un pre pared
I’ll be there but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin’ us it ain’t gon’ rain
So now we sittin’ in a drop top soakin wet
In a silk suit tryin’ not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this’ll be the year that we won’t forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin’ defenses
Too hot, I’m jumpin’ jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell
HOT! Get a life, now they gon’ sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
We’re not really able to spend all alone
Before he left, (?), to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe,
Believe there’s always more, ahhhhh!

[Big Boi]
Uno, dos, tres, it’s on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin’ up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, ’bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee’s freestylin’ to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club

Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
‘Spose 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 year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
A movin’ like floor commin’ straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the quarters
Pullin’ off on bell ’cause a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, ‘fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin’ to get the five
I’m a microphone fiend tryin’ to stay alive
When you come to ATL boi you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon Family gon’ ride, hah!

{Choir}
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

[Dre]
B-I-G, B-O-I
An-An-Andre
To the T-O-P

[Dre and Big Boi]: 15X
Bob your head. Rag top.

(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

{Choir}: 23X
Bible music. Electric revival

B.o.b., Baghdad), Outkast

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Outkast – Babylon

Posted by admin in O on September 12, 2011

I came into this world high as a bird
From second hand cocain powder
I know it sounds absurd
I never tooted but its in my veins
While the rest of the country bungies off bridges
Without no snap back
And bitches they say they need that
To shake they fannies in the ass clubs
They go the other route
Turn each other out
Burn each other out
Where a bonified nigga like me
Can’t even get no back rub these days
Ain’t that bleak on they part
But let me hold it down
Cause they shut you down
When you speak from your heart
Now that’s hard
While we rantin and ravin bout gats
Nigga they made them gats
They got some shit that’ll blow out our backs
From where they stay at

Chorus:

Ooooh, I fear the battle’s just begun
Ooooh, though we’re here someday we will be gone
So i’m hopin, wishin, prayin
To keep my faith in you, in you

(yo, yo, yo in background)

I’m fascinated by the way yo
Nipples peak at me through yo blouse
Freaky me, freaky you
Can’t help but be aroused
‘scuse me lord less for thinkin
But that’s the way we was brought up
Sneakin to watch playboy at night

We all must be caught up in worldly ways
Chemistry between boys and girls
Is alot like when we went to the woods
And laid with the squirrels
Durin P.E., we’d be
Exploring each others privates
Hunchin with all our clothes on
Until we felt excited then, aaaah
Oh now its on from here on out
Put yo hands in the atmosphere
If you know what i’m talkin bout
Now if two hearts done walk on out
And I see you on the next song
They call it horny
Because its devilish
Now see we dead wrong

Chorus

People don’t know the stress i’m dealing with day to day
Speakin about the feeling i’m possessing for Rene
Mopin around and wondering where she stay
Saw her last that she lay
Give it another day I say
But the lord he taketh away
Now give it back lawd
Cause that’s like backboards without the rims
Me and my auntie was tight like southwest
Before the pinks moved in
Like the niggas that owned the ligour store
Crack cocaine, pimps and whores
Livin up on this earth
Before a nigga like daddy was born
But they makin a scene
That my music and crime are a team
But i’m speakin the truth not dreams
So what in the fuck they mean
My lyrics ain’t clean

Chorus

Babylon, Outkast

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Outkast – Atliens

Posted by admin in O on September 11, 2011

Verse One: Big Boi

Well it’s the M I crooked letter ain’t no one better
And when I’m on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause I’m cooler than a polar bear’s toenails
Oh hell there he go again talkin that shit
Bend corner’s like I was a curve I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve
I heard it’s not where you’re from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it’s not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut I’m not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, like I’m out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin’ shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It’s that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don’t listen
Givin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

Chorus: Andre (repeat 2X)

Now throw your hands in the air
And wave ‘em like you just don’t care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody say O-Yea-yer

Verse Two: Andre

Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain’t nothin better
Let me know when it’s wet enough to enter
If not I’ll wait, because the future of the world depends on
Therefore, if not the child we raise gon’ have that nigga syndrome

Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain’t no lie
I’ll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?
Now everybody say…

Chorus

Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre

Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinkin about the second album at the Dungeon shootin pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I’m home but I’m not married
Carried a lot of problems around being fustrated
And now I’m sittin at the end of the month I just made it
Like you made the B team
And like the daddy’s wife you makin the coffee
You heard the A-T-L-iens
So back the hell up off me

Softly as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world’s a stage and everybody’s got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he starts
The job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so I’m ready for war okay

Chorus

Atliens, Outkast

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Outkast – Aquemini

Posted by admin in O on September 10, 2011

[Hook]
Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes “y”
Nothin’ is for sure nothin’ is for certain nothin’ lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
It’s him & I Aquemini
[Big Boi]
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
Get on the bus go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin’ is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pac man how in the fuck do you think we gon’ do that man?
Ridin’ round Old National on 18′s without no gat man
I’m strapped man & ready to bust on any nigga like that man
Me & my nigga we roll together like Batman & Robin
We prayed together through hard times
And swung hard when it was fitting
But now we tappin’ the brakes from all them corners
That we be bending in Volkswagens & Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes
If you ain’t got no rims nigga don’t get no wood grain
Steering wheel for real you can go on chill out & still build
Let your paper stack instead of going into overkill
Pay ya fuckin beeper bill bitch
[Hook]
[Dre]
Twice upon a time there was a boy who died twice
And lived happily ever after but that’s another chapter
Live from home of the brave with dirty dollars
& beauty parlors & baby bottles & bowling ball Impalas
& street scholars that’s majoring in culinary arts
You know how to work bread cheese & dough
From scratch but see the catch is you can get caught
Know what ya sellin’ what ya bought so cut that big talk
Let’s walk to the bridge now meet me halfway

Now you may see some children dead off in the pathway
It’s them poor babies walkin’ slowly to the candy lady
It’s lookin’ bad need some hope
Like the words maybe, if, or probably more than a hobby
When my turntables get wobbly they don’t fall
I’m sorry y’all I often drift I’m talkin’ gift
So when it comes you never look the horse inside it’s grill
Of course you know I feel like the bearer of bad news
Don’t want to be it but it’s needed so what have you
Now question is every nigga with dreads for the cause?
Is every nigga with golds for the fall? Naw
So don’t get caught in appearance
It’s Outkast Aquemini another Black experience Okay
[Hook]
[Big Boi]
The name is Big Boi Daddy Fat Sax
The nigga that like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
’cause these streets is where my folks at
Better know that some say we pro-black boy we professional
We missed a lot of church so the music is our confessional
Get off the testicles & the nut sacks
You bust a rhyme we bust back
Get get back for real niggas that’s out here tryin’ to spit facts
You hear dat can’t come near dat maybe you need to quit
Because Aquemini is Aquarius & Gemini runnin’ shit like this
Yea yea yea yea
[Dre]
My mind warps and bends floats the wind count to ten
Meet the twin Andre Ben. welcome to the lion’s den
Original skin many men comprehend
I extend myself so you go out & tell a friend
Sin all depends on what you believing in
Faith is what you make it that’s the hardest shit since MC Ren
Alien can blend right on in wit’ yo’ kin
Look again ’cause I swear I spot one every now & then
It’s happenin’ again wish I could tell you when
Andre this is Andre y’all just gon’ have to make amends
[Hook]

Aquemini, Outkast

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Our Lady Peace – Thief

Posted by admin in O on September 9, 2011

I don’t want to understand this horror
There’s a weight in your eyes that I can’t
Admit
Everybody ends up here in bottles
But the name tags the last thing that you
Wanted
As the world explodes we fall out of it
But we can’t let go because this
Will not go away
There’s a house built out in space…

I can’t see that thief that lives inside of
Your head

But I can be some courage at the side of
Your bed
I don’t know what’s happening and I
Won’t pretend
But I can be your….

Someone help us understand who
Ordered
This disgusting arrangement with time
And the end
I don’t want to hear who walked on
Water
Because the hallways are empty and the
Clock ticks

Peace, Thief

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Our Lady Peace – Stealing Babies

Posted by admin in O on September 8, 2011

I’m teething on the answers you’re saving
How are you going to make me
Understand
I’m dreaming while your stealing babies
How are you going to help me sleep
Again
How should I say “I’m so sorry”
How should I pray to know that we’re
Alive

Eve stands alone
By the knock on the door
By the thin in her bones

She’s courageous & loving
Exhausted & cold
She’s not ready to go
But the ghost on the phone
Helps her safely into her dream

You’re leaving pieces of family
How are you going to help them
Understand
I’m screaming while you’re stealing
Babies
Why do you want to knock us down
Again

Babies, Peace, Stealing

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Our Lady Peace – Potato Girl

Posted by admin in O on September 7, 2011

We live we die
I don’t know the reasons we ask why
We hate we push
Recent tests show we are all
Misunderstood

Something’s seizing
You know you lost your mind
You know we all need saving
She found you late last night
You feel the madness gaining
You know you just can’t win
You know this
But I’m just so tired of waking up on the
Ground

I never knew the girl
And I never knew the world hurt

We beg, we pray
But everything still happens anyway
Something’s teasing
Your conscience can’t decide
She stopped your will from caving
But left you paranoid

You feel the constant straining
She reappears divine
You noticed
But I’m just so tired of waking up all
Alone

Peace, Potato

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Archive for category O

Outkast – Claimin True

Outkast – Chonkyfire

Outkast – Bombs Over Bagdad

Outkast – B.o.b. (bombs Over Baghdad)

Outkast – Babylon

Outkast – Atliens

Outkast – Aquemini

Our Lady Peace – Thief

Our Lady Peace – Stealing Babies

Our Lady Peace – Potato Girl

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