Aquemini

[dre]
It's the return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that's on that blow
That run up in yo' crib which contains
Your lady and an 8 month old
Child to raise plus you true blue 'bout this music but
They do not want to hear it because they'd
Rather be bouncin' and shootin' and killin' and bouncin'
And shit get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that thank [think] you soft
And say y'all be gospel rappin'
But they be steady clappin' when you talk about
Bitches & switches & hoes & clothes & weed
Let's talk about time travelin' rhyme javelin
Somethin' mind unravelin' get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas who got them kids
Who got enough to buy an ounce
But not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo
Or to the park so they grow up in the dark never
Seein' light so they end up being like yo' sorry ass
Robbin' niggas in broad ass daylight get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that get the wrong impression of expression
Then the question is big boi what's up with andre?
Is he in a cult? is he on drugs? is he gay?
When y'all gon' break up? when y'all gon' wake up?
Nigga i'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you
You get down!

[big boi]
Man a nigga don't want no trouble
A playa just want to kick back with my gators off
And watch my lli'l gull blow bubbles
But still ready to rhyme
Standin' my ground never back down
Willin' to rob steal & kill any thang that threatens mine
But good luck couldn't be bought see
Many a fights had to be fought g
For a nigga to ride these vogues
Oh so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at
Watch your side my nigga 'cause we got gats
The first nigga to buck gon' be the first nigga we attack
Don't want that but it comes though
Most of the time you don't know
Stickin' together like flour and water to make that
Slow dough we worked for everything we have
And gon' stick up for each other like we
Brothers from another mother
Kinda like mel gibson and danny glover
Strictly for the caddy lovers and never the
Nut huggin' punk motherfuckers

[big boi]
February 1st, 1975 it happened
Was born in west savannah way before i started rappin
My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at work
And she couldn't watch my every move so shit i started servin
Around frazier home, down in the west side projects
Changin over foodstamps, and hittin a lick was next see
I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed east
So flyin, or floatin, a brougham is what i'm sportin
Sade is in my tape deck, i'm movin in slow motion boi
So meet me deep in the streets that's where i learned the capers
Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers
I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket
But the niggaz around the ave. and the hoes, they love me
They wanna be me and my family too
Because the money that i make be puttin cable off in every room
So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies
It's everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me
But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my swerve because i'm true to this shit
And if you comin with eight dollars, you shit out of luck
Because the west side ain't takin no shorts on the dime
So fire it up

Chorus:

Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm!
(like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch
Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm!
(and it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)

See, niggaz in the south wear gold teeth and gold chains
Been doin it for years, so these niggaz ain't gone change
They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul
Been wearin furry kangol's, so that shit is old
You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent
Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent
You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a g-strang
Cause the niggaz in the pointe ain't changed, main
You might call us country, but we's only southern
And i don't give a fuck, p-funk spot to spark another

Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end)

Intro/chorus: outkast

Old school players to new school fools
'kast keep it jumpin like kangaroos
But skew it on the bar-b we ain't tryin to lose
Say 'i be got damnit they done changed the rules'
(repeat 2x)

Verse one: andre benjamin

The common denominator, the nigga numerator
Never know who the hater, niggaz cater to your ego
I'm sorry like atari whose the cousin to coleco.. vision
Caught a rico, back on the street like chico.. debarge
He large and got a 'llac in the garage
Few parts here and there, i declare hard, my lawd
One at clark, one at spelman
Both know each other and it's cool, you can tell when
He step off in the party women jump for joy
But all the wild niggaz scheamin they gon' jump the boy
For spittin all that bourgeoise, my watch, my car
I'm a star -- i'd rather be a comet by far -- rrrahhh!

Chorus

Verse two: raekwon the chef

Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso
Grow hydro, then bag it up yo
Price that longevity, suggest make moves
Slow take time grow eight, react nine blow
Hydro slide raw like fuck renaldo
Fly ride though, shit lookin wild dope
Then glide yo, flippin the page, i go
Watch five-oh, jump on my meat, ride slow
Watch those, undercovers, cop those, rock those
Glocks blows leave em baggy and collect spot grows
Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht and wash clothes
Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block plot grows, what?

Chorus

Verse three: big boi

Boi, i bust raps like d-boys bust gats, shit
We the type of people that don't bury the axe
Or the hatchet, everytime we see your link we snatch it
Ridin round our hood talkin that dumb shit, your cabbage
Is cracked, like plumber's ass, and summer's grass
I been in the game for a minute, seen some suckaz like y'all passin
Thinkin you're light skinned, aight then, lil' boy why you frightened?
The dungeon family gon' be here nigga so keep writing
I gotta hit the source, i need my other half a mic
Because that _southerplayalisticadillacmuzik_ was a classic, right!
College park, east pointe and decatur they got my back, so
We gon' keep on jammin and stabbin off in the track, ahh
Think it's time to bungee but buddy we will be back
And i'm fin' to put some d's on the 'llac, know dat!

Chorus

[hook]
Damn damn damn james

[pat brown]
Dickie shorts & lincoln's clean
Leanin' checking out the scene
Gangsta boys bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit
Nigga where you wanna go?
You know the club don't close 'til four
Let's party 'til we can't no more
Watch out here come the folks

[dre]
As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of charles a li'l disco-tech
Nestled in the ghettoes of niggaville, usa
Via atlanta, georgia a li'l spot where
Young men & young women go to experience
They first li'l taste of the nightlife
Me? well i've never been there, well perhaps once
But i was so engulfed in the old "e"
I never made it to the door you speak of hard core
While the dj sweatin' out all the problems
And the troubles of the day
While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors
Lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear
Competing with "set it off," in the right
But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it
"hey hey look baby they playin' our song"
And the crowd goes wild as if
Holyfield has just won the fight
But in actuality it's only about 3 a.m.
And three niggas just don' got hauled
Off in the ambulance [sliced up]
Two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham]
And one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
"now who else wanna fuck with hollywood court?"
It's just my interpretation of the situation

[hook]

[big boi]
When i first met my spottieottiedopalicious angel
I can remember that damn thing like yesterday
The way she moved reminded me of a brown stallion
Horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb
On nappy ass hair
I walked up on her & was almost paralyzed
Her neck was smelling sweeter
Than a plate of yams with extra syrup
Eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a nigga
Felt like i chiefed a whole o of that presidential
My heart was beating so damn fast
Never knowing this moment would bring another
Life into this world
Funny how shit come together sometimes [ya dig]
One moment you frequent the booty clubs &
The next four years you & somebody's daughter
Raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang
That's if you're on top of your game
And man enough to handle real life situations [that is]
Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money
Might not always be sufficient but the
United parcel service & the people at the post office
Didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss
So now you back in the trap just that, trapped
Go on and marinate on that for a minute

[backbone]
From front to back street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin street corner in the midnight
Picture the scene, these fiends with fire
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
I'm wit whateva like wheatstraw
Stuck servin my cocaine raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back
Twenty over now that's mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner without gettin caught
But time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short
Plus that crooked cop brock think we blow slangin (fuck him)
That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin
But i make moves -- shake them tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more precise when we do things
Cause life like shakin the dice, but i buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

Chorus: repeat 2x

I'm strickly dressin dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the street top
Get to the money and the sweet spot
And forever hollerin
"hootie hoo!" when we see cops

[big boi]
Sheyit
Cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players
When they short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money you spent
But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed
And all the chicken
Feedin everybody, smokin em out
When you was broke though they was missin
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, startin to tear up yo' suspension
And your baby mamma on child support
My fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checkin account
Wasn't thinkin about no pension
I used to work at steak 'n' ale, old gold off in the kitchen
Had determination and graduated
Now i got the whole rap world fascinated
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so i made it
Continue to sell dope, it's payin the bills so you gon' do it
But legislation got this new policy
Three strikes and you're ruined.. now where your crew at?
Yeah..

Chorus

[cool breeze]
Ay
Me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs
We better watch what we doin, and look out for joe nab
And quit re'in-up and standin on this same old block
Before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot
Niggaz talkin cause they makin some flow
But still ain't did nuttin that ain't been done befo'
You can't be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot
And improvise and work with that little you got
So i think when i finish sellin my last sack
I'ma take some of this money, go and give some back
Cause people won't forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start thinkin bout a path to pave

Chorus

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
Tour job's to spit that fire
Some of y'all mc's take this rhymin 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 happenin, 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 lackin, 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 locked up
Makin them thick hip hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain't scared
And if i see you in the streets i'd dap you down like you was greg

Refrain

And there's a, and there's a
And there's a, and there's a, finnne.. linnne
Too late to pray that i'm on it..

Ya, yeah, yeahhhh

[outkast]
Y'all, uh-huh, y'all

[andre benjamin]
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late, but baby i'm on it..
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late, but baby i'm on it..
Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see
That's liberation and baby i want it..
Can't worry bout, what anotha nigga think
Now that's liberation and baby i want it..

[big boi]
(let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those)
How many times i, sit back and contemplate
I'm fresh off the dank, but i'm tellin my story..
My relationship, with my folks is give and take
And i done took so much, not givin my glory
Now have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did)
I said i have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me

[cee-lo]
No, nooo, noooooooo
I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly
Seven and forty days.. heyyy
Ohhhh, i sacrifice every breath i breathe
To make you believe, i'd give my life awayyyy
Oh lord, i'm so tired, i'm so tired
My feet feel like i walked most of the road on my owwwwn
All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee..
We alive or we ain't livin, that's why i'm givin until it's gone
Cause i don't wanna be alone (i don't wanna be alone)
I don't wanna be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee
If there's anything i can say, to help you find your way
Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and i..
There's not a minute that goes by that i don't believe
That you die.. but i can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
But people keep your head to the skyyyyy

[singers in background over interlude]
Shake that load off, shake that load off (16x)

[erykah badu]
Folk in your face, you're a superstar
Niggaz hang around cause of who you are
You get a lot of love cause of what you got
Say they happy for you but they really not
Sell a lot of records and you roll a benz
Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends
All you wanna do is give the world your heart
Record label tried to make you compromise your art
You make a million dollars, make a million mo'
First class broad treat you like a nigga po'
You wanna say "wait!" but you're scared to ask
As your world starts spinning and it's moving fast
Tryin' to stay sane is the price of fame
Spending your life trying to numb the pain
You shake that load off and sing your song
Liberate the minds, then you go on home..

[big rube]
I must admit, they planted a lot of things
In the brains and the veins of my strain
Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine
From them whores, from the flame
From a post in the game
Makes it hard to maintain focus
They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
Cause it's a hard row to hoe
If your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
And the ground just dry
But the roots are strong, so some survive
So you're surprised, now i'm bustin cries
You got more juice than zeus
Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten
Plains dwellers, of the serengeti
But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
Melanin silicon and collagen injected
Dissectin my pride, fool i don't wanna get it started
We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy
It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it
Unless you lookin at the canvas of life
And not through the peephole of mortality
Single minded mentality
Gettin over on loopholes
Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities
Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel
Pack the steel
Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe
I don't we in kansas no mo' though
Midwest or dirty south
Clean dressed or dirty mouth
Whether robbin preachers or killin poor righteous teachers
You a scared demon
Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen
And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble
Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs
Though the man on your head say the story
As you downplay your glory
Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen
Just by rappin..
Libertad..