Southernplayalisticadillacmuzi

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
Cause it ain't nuttin but king shit, all day, eryday

[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

[big boi]
Well its the m i crooked letter comin around the south
Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old southern slouch
Please, ain't nothin but incense in my atmosphere
I'm bendin corners in my 'llac boi, cause that's how we be rollin here
Deep, the slang is in effect because it's georgia
Kicking the khakis and adidas
Packin yo' heaters 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 kool-aid
Jump and you'll get you sprayed
Hooray yo block the one and only outkast
Many a nigga fallin fast and
I continue blastin, swiftly
Quickly, they ain't gon' 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
Swollen got my pockets, business boomin like rockets
Folks try to stop it but they know that it's that...

(chorus)
Its that ssutherplayalisticcaddilac 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 niggaz that was down, since we been broke
Takin em deeper than a submarine
So scream when you hear the team of two
My crew be thick as two fat hoes sittin off in a brougham
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 til it's empty, 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 gafflin me
Cause sleepin you'll get served with some southern hospitality

(chorus)

[big boi]
Well southernplayalisticadillac music has been laid
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
While my niggas are at east pointe
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 up in my shoes you crews sitting on trues
And vogues 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
Full of 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

(chorus 3x)

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

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 on standby, like coast guard
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 plagues
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 cause i'm zooted, 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 funds
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 cause 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 deeper than that prostiutes 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 that 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 hairy 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 be acting if youse in my shoes
You'd probably shit your tight ass draws cause i got a short ass 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

Chorus: (2x)

[dre]
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 cuz 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
I let out a call to da wild

[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 waiter 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 vertebrae, ya 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
Cause i'ma pro, kid
But lord forgive me, i gots to keep my milli right vi-near me
My nine be doin fine until these niggaz wants to clear me off my street
But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto
Don't got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and 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 the 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 it 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
I'm packin my gauge, 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 be scared to blast ya
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 blood with lead
From my hollow tips, 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'ma 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 motherfuckin..
Organized noize, pa, goodie mob, big gipp and all the niggaz
Around the east pointe way
College park is really on the map
We comin around atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped
With the muthafuckin guns and the motherfuckin glocks
Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop