Outkast Album

featuring Peaches 

Yeahh.. mmm mm mmm 
That shit sho feel good 
Hey playa, dis Peaches 
Comin back at ya one mo gen, wit a big whayssup 
Break out your black low, and your booms phone 
As I send it out one more time 
For East Pointe, College Park, Decatur, and the SWATS 
We got that Southernplayalisticadillacfunkymuzik for yo' trunk 
And it's fat like herringbone, and tight like nap booty 
So let me take you deep, straight to the point 

(Big Boi) 
Time and time again see I be thinking about that future 
Back in the day when we slaves up everyone's a cool ass nigga 
But now we vultures, slam my nigga back out 
To make his ass black out, or even pull your fuking head 
To make his whole crew believers, you're harder than a bitch full of dicks 
But that don't be sounding like he's shit to me 
See now in the ghetto or should I say Lakewood 
You better be strapped cuz them niggaz over there just ain't good 
Just being a hustla, serving on all your customers 
Rent was due on the 1st of the month so I'm hustling 
I buy you 50 box of Phillies at the Citgo 
And niggaz be wanting drinks and shit from the fuking sto', yo 
But that's aight, tho', cuz I be getting paid 
And every trip I take, there's a dollar to be made 
I'm digging through my pockets for my earnings got you five 
Deep, there it is, now it's time to smoke that jive 

Chorus : 
If you smoke a dime, then I'll smoke a dime (2x) 

Hey 'Dre, Let 'em know what's up 

(Andre) 
I've been slipping, slowly but surely 
Niggaz I used to hang wit wants to act like they don't know me 
Come and listen to my story, I gots alot of shit up on my mind 
I wipe the boo-boo from my brain then I finish your behind 
Take a number, I caught you in a slumber 
I hit you for a lick, I'm in the slammer for the summer 
But now it's the fall, I'm having a ball, making my nickels act strong 
To my niggaz got to servin when they beep and when they call 
I got the Peter Bong and plus that Mary Jane 
I'm rolling reefer out of a Regal, how could I refrain 
from being rough, from being tough, from being dangerous 
I'm hangin wit the P.A. Niggaz, ain't no gankin us 
See you can try, if you try, if you don't, you don't 
If you wanna battle, it's either that you will or you won't 
See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke 
If you got some fly shit, yo, niggaz gonna how we tote 
Dope, is not what I be slanging on this track 
Niggaz don't comprehend that it be deeper that Cadillacs 
You know that, right, you bite, you fuked up 
You won't be getting away this time, I'm real as hell, so what's up 
I rip shit wit pimp shit, I'm flinging it from the south 
Talk bad about the A town, I'll bust you in your fuking mouth 

[Dre] 
A nigga ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe) 
Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre. Can yo punk ass come out to play? 
Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head 
You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead 
Is what I say, best run the other way 
In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now 
My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp 
Make yourself exempt 
Pussy footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere but stuck 
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die 
By gettin blasted, how drastic 
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do 
I got the nerve to serve you up just like a raider do, but naw (naw, naw) 
I take that back, that's my problem 
Turnin and walkin away, this ain't gon work when they be robbin 
As long as Big Boi's still livin, never standin by my lonesome 
Step up nigga, if you want some 

Chorus(2X) 
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang 
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane 
It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point) 
It's all about that ses in yo chest (It's the joint) 

[Big Boi] 
Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits 
It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits 
I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the 
Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch 
I used to sell dope, but in 1994 
I'm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik 
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin 
About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens 
She had me makin better grades to make a better life 
But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright 
I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit 
I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah 
It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now 
I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now 
I call the wild because it's time to take the streets 
So if you ain't got the burner, bring your big enough nuts (retreat) 
I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal 
Just an international playa, comin through your stereo 

Chorus(2X): 

[Dre] 
3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead 
Cuz I'mma po' kid 
So Lord forgive me, I got to keep my milly right here near me 
When I be doin fine until these niggaz want to clear me off my street 
But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto 
Don't have no neighbors that hit the pipe but never let go 
But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you 
Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew 
On the concrete, remember when we ran deep 
Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy 
They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me 
Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me 
One is in mid-air and one is the chamber 
Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin anger 
Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day 
At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way 
You can sway with Andre, I'll take her to the ho-jo, bitch 
Just let you know, yeah 

Chorus(2X): 

[Big Boi] 
It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin 
No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac 
I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun 
And got my pump under my seat, in case these yougstas wanna have some fun 
I'd do it if I have to, bustin caps with this a heat and load it clip up 
after clip 
And after again, if I feel it 
The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters 
See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers 
So how do you figure that Big Boi beats ghetto blastin 
You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster 
1-2-3, you need to think about the future 
Before I shoot your ass and dilute your gut with lead 
From my hollow clips, I'll send you to an early grave 
You fuckin slave, you better try another way 
To take me out, is truly something difficult 
Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke 
I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip 
I'mma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin pistol whipped 
You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do 

Chorus(2X) 

Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the muthafuckin... 
Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggaz 
Around the East Point way 
College Park is really on the map 
We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped 
With the muthafuckin guns and the muthafuckin glocks 

welcome to atlanta where the players play and we ride on them thangs like
everyday..
Big beats hit streets see gangsta's rolling..
And parties don' stop till 8 in the mornin'

(Big Boi) 
Well its the m i crooked letter coming around the south 
Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old southern slouch 
Please, ain't nothin but inscence in my atmosphere 
I'm bendin corners in my lac boi, cause that's how we be rollin here 
Deep, the slang is in effect because its Georgia 
Kickin they khakis and ... packin yo pieces cause you sposed to cousin 
Catfish and grits is how my flow flow 
Rollin steady in that caddy but them 50 bottles got to go 
See Juice and gin used to be my friend, from the begin 
And now i'm just a player sippin sauce, every now and then 
To catch a buzz like a bumble bee 
Niggaz who tried to fuck with me 
Get sprayed like raid cause it ain't nothin see 

(Andre) 
My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock 
No my heart don't pump no koolaid 
... and you'll get you spray 
Hooray yo block the one and only Outkast 
Many a nigga fallin fast and 
How you think you last-in 
Quickly, they ain't gone get me 
Got somethin fo'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 whole eggs 
I got soul, thats somethin that you ain't got 
That's why yo style is ro-ten, 
Stop in the land of ATL 
Where nothin but pimps, fully equiped 
Quick to make a sale, swell 
Rolling got my pocket fitness boomin light 
Rocket smoke tried to stop me but they know that its that... 

(Chorus) 
Its that southerplayalisticcaddilac funky music 
Now Players if you choose it 
You better make sure you don't abuse it 
We gonna get cha hiiiighh, hiiiighhh 

(Andre) 
Time to drop these bows, like dusty rhodes 
Then I yell ho 
We knockin em off they feet like a southern hustler supposed 
To do , I's in the house, house like 
A joint is lit fo my kin folks 
And all the niggas that was down, since we been broke 
Takin'em deeper than a submarine 
So scream when you hear the team of two 
My groove be thick as two fat hoes sittin off in a room 
I'm packin my tag backwards if you want to be actin wrong 
Word is bond like super glue 
Its funky like poopa scoop 
And every word I say you can true. 

(Big Boi) 
Well okey dokey kastout 
I swear to God I got the highest boomin cadillac 
The expialalistic coupe de ville 
Can you handle that you rat 
I take my time cruisin round the city malls 
And under my seat for you suckers its your final curtain call 
The one two to the guage p-u-m-p. 
You want to do a jack I heat the barrel till this hippi get me 
See i get friendly gettin in where i fit 
Organized is on the track with the southernplayalistic shit 
So copy my slang and bite my shit 
But don't try heckelin me 
Cause sleepin you'll get served with some southern hospitality 

(Chorus) 

(Big Boi) 

Well southernplayalisticadillac music has been layed 
I may wait for all the ... be rolling like that today hoes 
So back up off get up on it if you want it cha'll 
Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on player's ball yup 
So now I step, rather walk with the pimp 
Lit by, my niggaz are at east point 
With that college park hemp smoke style 
Is how I wanna end it on this track so I pass it to my partner 
And step back up in my cadillac 

(Andre) 
Step into my shoes, you crews sittin on truths 
And those for the hoes only when we rollin through 
Atlanta skies be blue 
The sun is beamin it seemin 
That i glisten, rather gleaming 
20/20 got me leaning to the side 
Feel the pride, now ain't that somethin 
I'm dippin into your hood 
This ain't braile, but i'm bumpin 
Thumpin out the roaches 
Dungeon if ya'll missed it 
Big Gimp, Goodie MOb, PA, Outkast 
Southernplaylistic 

I'll be comin around the ghetto when I come kickin one for the treble
Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever
I'm pickin up and throwin 'em down like dishes 
Call me Kenny Anderson cuz I slam those Southern bitches
I ain't braggin, folks draggin me up and down the road
To be fucked up when I gets into my clownin mode
Then go to clown up on they ass like Bozo
Oh no, then dance on top of they asses like I was Jo Jo Dancer
Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer
Come niggaz with machine guns, I think that is the answer 
But the question 'Should we take that bullshit from them people?'
I'm makin 300 on my SAT and I am equal
Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous
I've had it up to fo'head of niggaz tryin to serve us
To graduate is really becomin a very stressful journey
I feel like a steering wheel, for them is tryin to turn me
Into a hate monger, and I'm wishin and I wonder
Damn, will I graduate before I hit the summer
I think not, Officer Friendly tryin to dig up in me
He said I'm half assed and got no future 
And so he sent me up the creek and shit
Strokin like hell without no paddle
But niggaz is gettin smart, we back on the saddle
No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some years
It's the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it is

Chorus: Cee-Lo

I hear voices in my head and they keep callin me (repeat 4X)

[T-Mo]
As I step, the stage is empty
No words as I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect
Don't call me T, it's a T thang with a G swang
Let my nuts hang down to the flo' main
Smokin that dang dang, makin mics swang
In my 2-8-0 Z, nobody can see me
Cruisin down the block, just like I was a squirrel
In a world full of nuts, damn
I'd probably be mad even if I called him Uncle Sam
So bring dough to the Goodie Mo-B
T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie rather be
Don't flex on next, I break necks too
Rollin with Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94 
Ha-ha-ha
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin?

chorus:

[Big Boi]
Yeah, I'm steady buckin muthafuckas 
Not duckin 'em like the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah niggaz
Squeezin rhymes like that noose around your neck
You can't hang with this, see ain't no thangs to this
I show no pity so take off because I'm dangerous
I breaks 'em off like I was Beat Street, see I be breakin
Speakin of breakin, break on how to get your life taken, boy
Fuckin around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split
Simply means I'm bringin the funk with the hollow tips
Playa shit is how I'm kickin it
Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackass
So fuck it or flip it, I'll still be a playa
Puffy afro with nigga naps off in my hair
Shit, that's quickly how I run my shit and that's how it be
That nigga B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, ye
See I'm a playa, got my struggle on
Thinkin about the volume and thickness of my bankroll
You see that cash is in my shit like colon cancer
Even though I never smoke that shit like...yeah
I give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the projects
So don't flex or get served with a pop neck shit
OG, original gangsta, not quite
But maybe when I'm locked up, liftin weights, gettin swole right
Life's a bitch with a G-string c5z these off in your ass with it hey
So you can see who can really hang
But y'all don't wanna do nothin, y'all can go to hell
Ain't no playas in office cuz I'm locked off in a cell
So can you feel me, nigga

chorus:

[Khujo]
Khujo, comin in dope, bring it
I got more problems than the average Joe
So don't come 'round me with your flim flam, hot damn
It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird
K's madness into cappin
Throwin to do more load, so my fire lookin through the want ads
And only red hot, desire in your pot with somethin wicked
But you can't feel it, stickin out your monkey ass
I could let shit rot in the past, now it's time to blast they ass
Shhh...Mr. Knighton take off your hat
Can't even my wear my locs in
Demon eye scopin, oh my, peripheral vision got it 
Made you go on your hoe's bar
Decisions, decisions to make, oops, here comes the Goodie Mo crew
And they just might want to battle you
Out with the quickness
The price of livin is beginning to be a risky business
Unkay, Parkay. 
How do you like the taste of hot butter meltin through your biscuits?
This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain...
Don't cut niggaz I hang with before there were apartments
In Chapel Forest, it's gettin horrid
The huntin child is on the prowl, yahhh!!!!!
I let out a call to da wild

Intro: 
Scene was so thick, low rides, seventy-seven Sevilles 
El Dawgs, nuttin but them 'llacs 
All the players, all the hustlers, i'm talking about 
Black man heaven, yah know what i'm saying? Peace 

Verse One: 
it's beginnin to look a lot like what? 
follow my every step take notes 
on how i creep I's bout ta go in deep 
this is the way i creep my season 
here's my ghetto rep i kept to say 
the least no no it can't cease so i 
begin to piece my two and two together 
gots no snowy weather have to 
find something to do better bet! 
i said subtract so shut up that 
nonsense about some solid nine i got say 
crock if it ain't real it 
ain't right i'm like no matter what the season 
forever chill with spin i get my fin i chill with less 
and got my reasons so tell me what did you expect? 
you thought i'd break my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh 
now i got nuther means of celebratin i'm gettin biz to that ho-jo i 
gots the hoochie waitin i made it through 
to another year cain't ask fo much mo it's Outkast 
for the boots i thought you knew so now you know 
let's go 

Chorus 

all the players came from far and wide 
wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride 
now i'm here to tell yah there's a better day 
when the player ball is happenin on christmas day 

Verse Two 

hallelujah hallelujah yah know i do some things more different than i 
used ta coz i'm a player doing what the players do the package store is 
closed okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus i'm gettin serious i'm 
gettin curious coz the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this 
vicious i make no wishes coz the modern folk is in the back gettin tipsy 
off the nog-en and i's in a hellova contact smoke they havin a smoke out 
in my back seat they passing herb reminding verses coz it's in the air i 
hit the parks hit the cuts i'm makin switches clicking the switches side 
ta side lookin for bitches watchin for snitches i'm wide open on the 
freeway my pager broke my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three sixty 
five it's just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me 
grab my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me coz 
it's like that, yeah 

clever pimpin, never slipin, that's how it is [check it!] 

Verse Three 

ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so i won't be hangin my socks on no 
tip how far does it tick fix me a drink i got the remedy so bring in 
that ham [not!] don't need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like i'm smokin 
rocks i got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you 
know coz in ninety three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check my 
king ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on 

it goes hit me ten and i'll serve you then now we in the corner in my 
cadillac my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat i'm leaning back my 
elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the party 
we rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around i split my 
game while waiting count down a five fo a three two here comes the one a 
do yah have me copy folks spark another one 

here's a little something for all the players out there hustling, gettin 
down for theirs, from east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you 

[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 

[people talking in club]
[Girl]
Hey baby
[Guy]
Wutsup?
[Girl]
...What do i gotta do to get
A tip-dance?
[Guy]
Psht... you know what you gotta do ...ya kno gimme some head..
[laughter]
Naw i'm juss fuckin wit ya baby, I'm juss fuckin wit ya...
Just go get 2 of your friends...
And tell the dj to play
Somethin long n' slow...
[Girl]
Alright, baby

featuring Society Of Soul

Intro/Chorus: 
Let me take you on a funky ride 
All around the world 
And ahh, if you let me give inside your mind 
Feel your spirits fly 

Verse 1: Society of Soul 

Oh baby, would you like to take a little ride with me 
Unleash your sexual fantasies 
It would be so nice 
Ahh, relax your body next to me 
As I sing this OutKast melody 
On this funky ride 
So just relax baby 

Chorus 

Verse 2: Society of Soul 

Now baby, now the smoke is in the air 
Montell and Co. has got me there 
And we wonder why you're high? 
Well baby umm, it's nothin but that 
SESS in your CHEST that got you feelin kinda crazy 
So let your spirits fly 
Uhh and enjoy the ride 
Oh yeah baby 

Chorus 

Interlude of guitar 

Chorus x 4 

[music in background]

[Seller]
Ey ey ey, watsup playa i got these gold chains,14 k... 80 dollas... ey 'fore you
say anything i got 'em off these white
Folks in Buck Heaton...14 k

[Man He's Selling To]
Naw man i dont need no chains..I, I'm straight...

[Seller]
Naw naw check these 14 k... 80 dollas.. 14 karat golds is what I'm trying to
tell ya ..look, now,look...check it out..

[Man He's Selling To]
Man , what , are you trying to play me as some fool or something...

[Seller]
Man I Said 14 Motha Fuckin K... White Folks In Buck Heaton Man...

[Man He's Selling To]
Go on Man, Go on, Go on nigga...

[Seller]
Thas a motha fuckin pimp...nigga what's up? Man, holla at a nigga, man 80 dollas
for this 14 karat gold chain, man, what
It is, man...

[Man He's Selling To]
I'll give you a sack, nigga, what's up with that ...

[Seller]
A sack? Nigga say beens...i want greens, bills, divideens, it's what i'm talkin
'bout... recognize 80 dolla, 14 k ...

[Man He's Selling To]
Man, get the hell on, man

[Seller]
Alright, Hold on man, ok then give me a sack, I'll go sell it to a nigga fo' 20
dollas then...

[fades out]

featuring Goodie Mob 

Chorus:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin 
Don't let the days of your life pass by 
You need to git up, git out and git somethin 
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high 
You need git up, git out and git somethin 
How will you make it if you never even try 
You need to git up, git out and git somethin 
Cuz you and I got to do for you and I 

Cee-Lo: 
I don't recall, ever graduatin at all 
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all 
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found 
Always asked to give me some livin life like a bum 
Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own 
Nigga, you supposed to be grown 
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be 
But negativity is all you seem to ever see 
I admit, I've done some dumb shit 
And I'm probably gon do some mo' 
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?) 
Why not? My music's all that I got 
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested 
I know you know but I'm gon say this to you I... 
Get high but I don't get too high 
So what's the limit 'posed to be? 
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three 
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out 
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without 
And what up with all these questions? 
As act as though you know somethin I don't. Do you have any suggestions? 
Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin 
Sick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleanin 
But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin 
I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin 
Naw, that ain't what I'm about 
Cee-Lo is just continue travelin his route 
Without any doubt or fear 
I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here 
Did I make myself clear? 

chorus 

Big Boi: 
Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what's said, you dickhead 
See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin broke Keds 
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart 
Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin Starters 
In the middle school, I was a bigger fool 
I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool 
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles 
They taught me how to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbers 
So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby 
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady 
Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em 
Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em 
See all the playas came and all the playas went 
A playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitch 
You need to git up, git out, git somethin 
Smoke out, cuz it's all about money, money, money 
Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat 
I hang with Rico Wade cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy 
I'm true to Organized, cuz they raised me 
I'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me 
And it's cool 
Yeah, real cool, get paid, fat pocks and all that other fat shit like 
that, ha-ha 

chorus 

Big Gipp: 
Alot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me 
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky in charge 
Like a piece of one of your spirits, got the mutants mind 
I'm gettin paranoid and steady lookin for the time 
It's eight in the mornin and ain't nobody up yet 
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap 
I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride 
I'm diggin through the ash tray, hopin to have a good day 
I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head 
(You got to git up, git out and git somethin) 
Now I know it's on, my day is finally started 
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick 
'84 Se-dun-Deville, steady bouncin out the point to Camerton Road 
The valley of the Southside flow 
Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so 
Keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit 
Cuz they know we're jumpin out a black Chevy truck and want trues to fall 
Here come the Red Dogs, I'm bustin out around the corner in my hog 
Dippin from the area, I'm scared 
So one of these bitches might wind up dead 
Cuz I have no time for bail. Fuck Clampett cops. Fuck Elgin Bail 
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country 
Thinkin that my city is the big lick for 96 
94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past 
Hootie Hoo...my white owls are burnin kinda slow 

chorus 

Dre: 
Y'all tellin me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why? 
Ain't nobody black runnin but crackers, so, why I got to register? 
I thinkin of better shit to do with my time 
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes 
So let me take ya way, back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta, 
A 
Y'all could not tell me nuthin, thought I hit that bottom rock 
At age 13, start workin at the loadin dock 
They layin my mama off of work, General Motors trippin 
But I come home bank like Hank, from hittin and dippin 
Doin dumb shit, not knowin what a nigga know now 
Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down 
I dips, over to East Point, still actin a fool 
Wastin my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin pool 
Cool is how I played the tenth grade 
I thought it was all about mackin hoes and wearin pimp fade 
Instead of bein in class, I'd rather be up in some ass 
Not, thinkin about them six courses that I need to pass 
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies 
Damn, that's fucked up. I shoulda listened when my mama told me 
That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later 
Figured she was talkin yin-yang, so I payed her no attention 
And kept missin the point she tried to poke me with 
The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin broke and shit 
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST 
So get up off your ass 

chorus: 

Operatin' under the crooked American system too long 
OutKast, pronounced outcast 
Adjective meaning homeless, or unaccepted in society 
But let's look deeper than that 
Are you an OutKast? 
If you understand and feel the basic principles and 
fundamental truths contained within this muzik, you probably are 
If you think it's all about pimpin hoes and slammin cadillac doughs 
You probably a cracker, or a nigga that think he a cracker 
Or maybe just don't understand 
An OutKast is someone who is not considered to be part of the normal world 
He's looked at differently 
He's not accepted because of his clothes, his hair 
His occupation, his beliefs or his skin color 
Now look at yourself, are you an OutKast? I know I am 
As a matter of fact, fuck being anythang else 
It's only so much time left in this crazy world 
Wake up niggaz and realize what's goin on around you 
Poisonin' of the food and water 
Tamperin' of cigarettes 
Disease engineering control over your life 
Take back your existence or die like a punk 
This is Big Rube, sayin right on to the real, and death to the fakers 

Verse One: Andre 
Yessuh 
Let me dig into your brain, folks fallin like rain 
Property got me sellin thangs, guess I'm gon' explain 
Jane is rolled up, no gangs be throwed up 
But still Andre got action, they Sweat like Keith, all on my teeth 
I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinkin that you 
gots ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this 
I'm crumblin', no time for fumblin sellin my sacks watchin my back 
Wettin em up like splish, leavin em in a splash 
of blood, the clock is tickin niggaz from my block is missin 
I'm puttin it down like it be hot before we all get shot 
Got, only so much time in this bastard 
Bitter be claimin broke but I be sayin they pro-cras-ti-natin 
Settlin for less, bet' be ready 
when they roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and 
youse gone, up outta here for good 
Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood 
Yeah, whassup 

Chorus: 
There's only so much time left in this crazy world 
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb 
Niggaz can't let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan) 
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb 

Verse Two: Big Boi 
So check me out, see 
Once in a while when niggaz be tryin to test me I gets frisky 
Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huh 
I'm gettin nice with them thangs, because I do like that 
You heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to dat 
I run my lyrics the way y'all wanna hear em 
And shoot my dice like it's the brick the way that wall done flicks em 
Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin 
But I'm runnin niggaz over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it 
Ten millimeters count em nigga fuckin high 
See I added a millimeter for y'all niggaz doin crimes and drivebys 
Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers 
I flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckers 
Be boppin shots, like them hoes be poppin coochies 
and I still be spreadin bullets like them freaks be spreadin cooties 
So look here niggaz, I'm Huntin Red October 
I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over 

Chorus 

Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre 
Wooo! Big Boi 
Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it's empty 
That's where the erb be droppin, it's simply marvelous time is tickin 
But some of that time when I be layin vocals in the Dungeon 
Sugar Bear and Mon be smokin ounces like it ain't nuttin 
It ain't shit, to take another hit so hit it 
of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shit 
It's all day any til they label me deceased 
so fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world peace 

We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out 
like some merry men, cowards I be buryin 
Comin around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothin 
just like DJ do the cuttin I be havin your posse duckin nothin but 
King Shit, I am askin, sucka can you hand 
That player with the pepper throwin salt off in your game 
Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker don't be cryin on me 
That stuff the sess be in my chest until I'm chillin in peace, yeah 

Chorus 

Outro: Big Boi 

Ahhhh shit now 
Comin in like two fat hoes sittin off on Corn Flakes 
Droppin these thangs like french fries in hot grease 
Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, P.A., OutKast 
The J-O-I, just to let y'all niggaz know 
Forever pimpin never slippin that's how it is 
That how it's gon' be, that's how it was in the past 
that's how it's gon' be in the futures nigga 
It's all day eryday, so whatchu wanna do with it? 
Bring that shit on, knowhatI'msayin? Yeah 

Big Boi: 
Hootie Hoo 
Follow the funk from the skunk and the dank that is crunk in the dungeon 
It goes on and on and on, like that 
Goin out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'Lac 
Ah suki, suki 
All day and day, any day, every damn day 
I be thinkin about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper 
Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws I'm after 
I'm just a Southernplayalistic pimp 
I used to slang a fat rock, but now I'm servin hemp 
I never even smoke that crumba crap but yo, I'm dope 
But doper than a junky or a pooky cuz it's on 
So each one, teach one, I be claimin true 
Two weeks born in College Park and the things I used to do 
Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers 
Club niggaz, Magic City and them Southern playas 
I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya 
So Hallelujah, Hallelujah 
One for the playas at the crib, dank and dranks 
And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I make 

chorus: 
Hootie Hoo 
Tight like always, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) 
Yeah, Hootie Hoo 
Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my right 
Tight like always, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) 

Dre: 
Now playin these bitches is my favorite sport 
But ain't no game when they be callin your name in the court 
Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright 
Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight 
That it's bustin out the seems, yes sir, I'm set 
Oh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jet 
Hops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light (Hootie Hoo) 
Communication device off when I writes 
Should I answer the call, yes, I'm mackin 'em all 
We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's Ball 
Well, it's Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll call you 
Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through 
Now later on done got here 
I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here? 
Draws, fallin down like niggaz in a drive-by 
I got up in them hoes and I told 'em bye bye 
About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit 
Talkin 'bout her period late, guess what I did 
Click 
Naw, it couldn't be me. Not me 

chorus(2X) 

Big Boi: 
Uh, well you know we gettin blizzard cuz we got that chicken gizzard 
In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggaz can't cope with it 
So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop 
From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park 
So got on Martino, it's Outkast for the 94 era 
You heard the player's call, we takin it to another level 
So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martel 
And you may go to hell 

Dre: 
Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is 
It's that Southern ses in your chest that is 
One mo' gen for my friend who don't take 
No bullshit from no bitch who is stank 
I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will make you 
Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you 
Down like some bo-los, you can throw those 
Head, til I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes 
Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit 
But if you fall in this category, then youse a bitch 

Greetings, earthlings. Take me to your leader (Ooh Shit!) 

Chorus: repeat 2X 
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P. 
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep 
Deeper than the page of a book let me look 
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like... 

[Dre] 
Deeper than deep dish, hammers and vogues 
Deeper fish in the O (cean) 
I got my gun, I'll stamp out like Coast Guards 
You boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like erb, word (hey man) 
You heard it here first with your master plan in reverse 
I ain't the one with the curse, so disperse, yes, catchin blades 
Niggaz catchin AIDS, niggaz gettin sprayed, niggaz on they way 
To a dead end, you won't catch me spreadin no white thighs 
I only see afro bitches up in my eyes 
I don't eat no beef and surely not no pork 
I used to drink that 8, but now I shove it down your throat 
Quote, 'If they kill they own folks, what you think they gonna do to you?' 
I'm Outkasted and claimin true 
Aimin two at your muthafuckin spine 
No, I make that three cuz I don't wanna hear you whine 
Swine, got my folks blind, like Stevie 
Me be, wonderin when I'm gonna see the end 
Andre 'gain slammin backs like King acts 
Over Organized tracks full of facts 
So you know that it's D.E.E.P. 

chorus: (2X) 

[Big Boi] 
Well, you want me to get D.E.E.P., well then, I will 
What? What will happen if you shoot that nigga and don't kill 
He will come back and return like Lalah Hathaway 
Aimin for your skull, yeah I'm flexin on you that a way 
So if you pullin a tool, nigga you better use it 
Cuz if you're threatenin my life, better believe I'll be a fool with it 
I don't take no shit from nobody, I gots the Goodie Mo crew right beside of me 
Damn, no pain, no gain, some I'mma hurt you 
Breakin knees and elbows like I used to break my curfew 
My mama used to tell me if a nigga ever hit me 
Just to pick up the closest thing and knock the living shit out of he 
So if you run up, you get done up, I'mma end it 
Throw the gun up out the window, see the corner that I bent it 
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P. 
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like... 

chorus: (2X) 

[Dre] 
No, I ain't never been pimped by the system 
That's because I ain't no slave 
Don't be tryin to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave 
Bloody old chap and in this head of mine is full of naps 
And the only thing I know is how to fuck and how to rap 
Y'all think I'm stupid cuz I shoots 'em up like cupid 
And if you gave me a basketball, I'll show you how to shoot it 
My head's polluted cuz I'm truly bobbin to the bottom 
If a pair of Jordan's came out, y'all figure that I got 'em 
But no I don't because I don't be havin fun 
The gold that I am wearin is really made out of bronze 
It weighs a ton and makin my neck turn green 
And I got a criminal record that will never come clean 
Oh, and it seems that I make babies like a rabbit 
And then never taking care of them has just become a habit 
I grab my tablet and get busy with the pen 
Y'all could not be just like me if y'all was my twin 
So you get mad and try to make me inferior 
You pissin me off, I'm in that ass like interior 
Oh, step in my Cadillac, let's ride through the hood 
Eh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real good 
And take a look at all the pimps and all the pushers and the players 
That's livin on a whim, thin ice and a prayer 
Oh and mayor, can I get a little backup 
Please don't let them pussy muthafuckas put that flag up 
But let me shut up cuz they say we need dough 
Whenever the fuck out record comes out in 1994 
Yeah, yes sir, it's like that 
Gonna take y'all deep, so go back 

chorus: (2X) 

[Big Boi] 
I'm gettin D.E.E.P. like a prostitute's vagina 
And pimpin way mo' hoes than there's peoples out in China 
I roll that black Lac with the crust velvet interior 
Niggaz try to bite their shit, but their shit is inferior 
We rollin thick like the Pillsbury Doughboy 
And I don't give a damn, muthafucka cuz you know why 
The Caucus Mountains and the mutant gene 
You try to wipe a nigga like me slam up off the scene 
You hear me bastard, work a little bit faster 
Because of the shit that I done been through, I shall never call you master 
You D-E-V-I-L, the cave is where you dwell 
So stay up out the rain, it's beginning to smell like dog, yeah 
I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes 
You'd probably shit your tightest draws cuz I got a solid fuse 
So what do you really wanna do when I get militant 
Thought I was a pimp, flip the script if you can' get with this 
They call me Big Boi, I be cappin with a big gun 
Run up on it if you want it, then you bite the big one, yeah 
Uh huh, can you deal with it, D-E-V-I-L 

featuring Peaches 

Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin 
Gettin down for theirs 
From East Pointe, College Park, Decatur, DeVries... 

My man, the scene was so thick 
Lowriders, Seventy-Seven Sevilles 
El Do's, nuttin but them 'Llacs 
All the players (DePorte in the house) all the hustlers 
I'm talkin bout a black man heaven here 
YouknowhatI'msayin? Yeah 

*singing* 
Cadillacs are comin, from everywhere (yeahhh) 
Limbo boppin good cause love is in the air 
To all you players and you pimps smoke out and have a ball 
And if your hoe is actin crazy -- 

-- put her on the wall 
Now now now everybody's dancin and just feelin right 
I see all of you players got yourselves laid in on ice 
I hope when all y'all dance is over, can I get onn, yeah 
My kids'll have a story, that still be told, whoooa, about 

All the players came, from far and wide 
Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangster rides 
Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day