Now that Big Boi’s Sophomore Junior solo album, Vicious Lies And Dangerous Rumors, is now in stores (and iTunes); the DopeHouse is linking up with Def Jam to give away a limited edition hoodie and an autographed CD. All you’ve gotta do? Hit the c-section with your favorite Big Boi line of all time. From his solo stuff to Outkast, let us know! I’ll pick a winner at random and notify you via email. Good luck!
And when I’m on the microphone, you best to wear your sweater, cause I’m cooler than a polar bear’s toenails
Daddy Fat Sax back on the scene
Went and shot two or three movies/
But everything’s straight like 9:15
It’s back to the time machine, I believe/
-Fo’ Yo Sorrows, simply g shit
Kept my sights on the prize
Wide open world wide
Like the thighs of a hooker spread
Told the girl bye
I got bigger fish to fry
n***** wish I would retire
cause of the pressure I apply
everytime I bust a rhyme
i guess thats two lines…but fuck it both are necessary
Forgive me if I raise my voice I won’t raise a hand/
But one thing I will do baby is raise my little man
deep.
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 but i’m not worried
cause when we step up in the party, like a mouse you scurry
Cooler then a polar bears toe nails…
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
See I smoke good cuz see it go good wit them flows, why
the n the B-I-G like Tony Rich nobody knows why
but me and my folks, cuz yall ns jokes like the joker
I’m sick of these wack ass rappers like I’m tired of hoes in chokers…
It HAS to be 2DopeBoyz (In A Caddilac)… in high school i hated hoes in chokers, too. haha.
Cause my heart don’t pump no slushee, You touch my niggaz you touch me, I blow up the microphone like Marilyn Manson, you can’t hush me
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
Find my purpose on the surface of this earth is
Plan it, standards, trust and the purpose
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 talking that shit” bend, corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve and now you bout to see this Southern playa swerve. I heard it’s not where you’re from but where you pay rent, then I heard it’s not how much you make but how much you spent, you got me bent.
Like Sean Kingston – suicidal for a title
my recitals are vital
and maybe needed for survival
like the bible or any other good book that you read
Her neck was smelling sweeter, Than a plate of yams with extra syrup
Like beer and pretzels, with the game I go good, Im the hansel to your gretel – you’z a dame undastood
Mighty ighty ighty ighty ighty ighty O
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
Niggas who tried to fuck with me
Get sprayed like raid cause it ain’t nothin see
“I write knockout songs, you write punchlines for money”
Daddy Fat Sax!!!!
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
-Git Up Git Out
Many a day has passed, the night has gone by
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin’ another route to represent the Dungeon Family
I HATE THINKING THAT THESE THE FUTURE BABY MAMAS OF OUR CHILDREN
THEY FUCKIN ANOTHER NIGGA EVERTIME THEY GET THE FEELIN
CALL IT HORNY CUZ ITS DEVILISH
Big girls need love too, no discrimination here squirrel.
And the post office won’t call you back, cuz you got, cloudy piss
For those who think life is unfair
‘Cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin there
Then I’ll roll one tonight, fo’ yo’ sorrows
Many a day has passed, the night has gone by
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family
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
i’m strictly bout these verses like the ones you hear at church boy
search boy, talkin about your dough and punk like lurch boy
every time i heard you rhymin like a fucking jerk boy; simp, yeah!
Somebody hit me the other day, for a rendezvous
Was it the bitch that fucked the Goodie, and the Dungeon Crew
Let’s say her name was Suzy Skrew, cause she screwed a lot
Making a nigga hit that chonk, at legitimate spots
Not no parks, backseats or things of that nature
Had to hate ya player, I’m dicking the ho down never said I paid her
Straight laid her, slayed the bitch like Darth Vader, made her
From College Park and Fayette, all the way down to Decatur
Like Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty, that was shorty
Safe as a snake on eggs in a Beamer 840
It’s foggy, I went to the crib to call her but she lost me
My baby mamma beeped seven o’clock it’s gonna cost me
But I still wanna cut her though, maybe she had to work
I caught her in the mall, wearing a real tight skirt
She was, fine as fuck, I wanted to sex the ho up
She said, Lets hit the parking lot so I can sick your duck
I said, Cool I really wanted to cut you but this’ll do
I gotta pick up my daughter plus my baby mamma beeped me too
She said she understood then everything was kosher
I gave her a Lil’ Will CD, and a fuckin poster, it’s like that now
I gotta hit The Source, I need my other half a mic
because that _Southerplayalisticadillacmuzik_ was a classic, right!?
“Not to flex, but to protect my neck like the Wu Tang
Self-preservation is the rule when you do aim”
Big Boi on Shutterbug
You was the only one to blame
A nigga don’t even know your name
It’s a shame, you cracking em up and fucking a nigga like 2Pac up
I’m leaving these foes to be the flowers and wake don’t get me see
I gotta be feeding my daughter
Teach her to be that Natural Woman
Cause you’ll be Waiting to Exhale while you other hoes be
Dumb and Dumber, yeah you know what I’m saying
-Jazzy Belle
-Jazzy Belle
Everyday, the sun sets just like clockwork
put the glock to work and puttin the body to stand stills
man it kills me, taking that life is like taking a shit
hit or miss niggas are playing God, trying to rob and steal
That’s why ya gotta guard ya grill
-E.T. (Extraterrestrial)
Drowning in the gray cell
To dwell in earthly hell
A pimp warrior fell
Once upon a rhyme one time when I was a child
Flip that smile upside down now!
When I found out that Santa Claus was nothing more than Vanilli
It was silly, cause my mom and pop they worked for every penny
Didn’t have many but had enough to get by, enough to get fly
-Unhappy
Don’t lie you love them, if you don’t you like them hoez a whole lot
Just like your mama Sunday cookin’ turkey necks in the pot
You ready to drop your load like prop planes be droppin’ that cocaine
You ready to turn your fro, from natural straight to a cold wave
Dat ho name Betty Big Shoez, she wore them Herman monster heels
Popped a pill, now she’s in your Coupe De Ville, passenger seat
I made her eat my meat while I was rubbin’ her coochie
Injection in her top and bottom lip straight from her booty
So Do Re, blow me, Fa So La Ti Da Ha I’m tellin’ the truth
You suckin’ your tooth you treatin’ her like a star boy
From a Figueroa to a herringbone
From droppin’ her off to takin’ her home
She tried to pull my rubber off with her pussy muscles that was wrong
The bitch is no good like lesbians with no tongues
You fucked around and knocked her up and now you say she the one
Nigga you dumb, you should have pulled it out and squirted on her eyelash
And let her face be holdin’ the baby, now she after yo ass!………
Yeah, I told y’all niggas
About god damn takin’ them hoez to the cheeseacake Factory
Lettin’ them hoez order strawberry lemonade and popcorn shrimps
They ain’t goin’ do nuthin’
But try to take all your motherfuckin’ cheese! (Yeah!)
- Big Boi,”We Luv Deez Hoez”
I’m ready to wet m up like cereal, just a international playa..comin through yo stereo
I’m cooler than a polar bear’s toenails
And when I’m on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause I’m cooler than a polar bear’s toenails
“Daddy fat sax, B-I-G B-O-I, it’s that same muthafucka that put the knuckles to your eye”
Marcus, Jason, my little brother James
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same
Ain’t no uno, we a duo, deuce dos to a pair
- Flip Flop Rock
I laugh, when you think that you have seen the last/
But its only the beginning my nigga dont be so fast
- Royal Flush
And I also like her throat action with a passion
Love in her mouth for dental satisfaction
That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I’m splashin’
Ugh, bust one back of the ‘llac, stabbin’ hootie hoo
I wish that PETA would throw some blood off on my fur, folk
Boy – ass whoopin’
They out’chea eating flesh but wanna worry how I’m looking
“Had to got to church every Sunday with Great-Grandma and Grandad
Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn’t have a path
If I ever fell astray, then God will get me back on track
Didn’t say that Rico, Ray, and Pat was getting with me and Three Stacks” -General Patton
It took ya’ mama 9 months to make it, but it only took a n*gga 30 minutes to take it!
Daddy Fat Sax back on the scene
Went and shot two or three movies/
But everything’s straight like 9:15
It’s back to the time machine, I believe/
A few lines just don’t cut it but this verse from start CLASSIFIED Big Boi’s greatness.
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 Its either in your ass or it ain’t 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
So many things that I didn’t know
But still I’ve seen my dreams come true
And now the little kids are watching my videos
And telling me: I wanna be you
See, I’m just a man so I ain’t scared of all that
No matter whatever I go through
I told the man in the mirror: keep pushin’ on
But I can’t say the same about you
Now now now, I done made it this far
It ain’t a way I’m gonna back
I start out with no car
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
ATL georgia, where we do it for ya, bulldogging hoes, like them georgetown hoyas
All that shit you rappers lack, we got plenty, here’s snack
Don’t ruin their appetitie, cuz you shit is really wack
Right, well, if pimpin’ be a sport I be bein’ the wide receiver
That nigga B.I.G will make ya’ll niggas believers
Sippin’ on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck
Callin’ them hoes bitches, and smokin’ my weed up
When I’m too sober, year older, now I’m almost legal
Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals
Fuckin’ around wit hoes, bustin’ nuts in they mouths
Kickin’ that same southern slang
Lookin’ for love off in yo’ jaw hoe
The unforgiven or the unwillin’, live a life of sinnin’
And expect to be as pure as an infant in the beginnin’…
Operation grind and stack cause these rappers out of touch
Or like a rabbit that just lost one foot to a keychain, out of luck
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
I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn’t I
Wouldn’t I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs
Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo
I wanted to figure out, just how low could yo’ hoe go
Make a business for yourself boy, set some goals
Make a fat diamond out some dusty coals
I heard its no where your from its where you pay rent
I started out with no car
And graduated to a Cadillac
But all that money don’t mean a got damn thing to me
Cause we don’t worship that
Forgive me if I raise my voice I won’t raise a handExplain
But one thing I will do baby is raise my little man
daddy fat sax b-i-g-b-o-i its that same muthafucka that took them knuckles to yo eye
It’s the M I crooked letter
ain’t noone better
and when I’m on that microphone you’re best to wear your sweater
’cause I’m cooler than a polar bear’s toenails, oh hell, there he go again talkin’ that sh*t
Iraq, got that; now he gunning for Iran
North Korea got that shit that make LA look like Japan
Our land, nah man, more like the Caribbean
Billy Ocean bodies floating, take a voyage to Atlantis
all the players came, and all the players went, a player ain’t a gangster, but a player can handle his shit bitch
“See I gotta be feeding my daughter, teach her to be that natural woman/she’ll be WAITING TO EXHALE while you other hoes be DUMB & DUMBER”
Jazzy Belle
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!
-Skew It on the Bar-B
Never trust a man with a but-ta kniife,
A plastic butta kniiife.
Never trust a man with a but-ta kniife,
A plastic butta kniiife.
The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion
horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb
on nappy ass hair
Never trust a man with a but-ta kniife,
A plastic butta kniiife.
Never trust a man with a but-ta kniife,
A plastic butta kniiife.
And get you some skull, she ain’t ya girl
Skeet-skeet one off and dip boy
I’m slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl
Don’t, don’t be givin no gifts boi
On the first date or the worst date
I’m goin all the way on the first play
Like Hail Mary’s to field goals
I think I was put here to drill hoes
For real doe!!
Inking hit up after hit, This penmanship is so legit
I came equipped like a prophylactic, now they riding dicks
Call it fiction addiction ’cause the truth is a heavy thing!
‘Member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, I’m still speakin about it ’cause New Orleans ain’t clean
When we shout Dirty South, I don’t think that is what we mean
I mean, it mean the roguh, the tough, the DANGEROUS, we reign SUPREME
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds
B-I-G, B-O-I – nigga, please!
-Fo Yo Sorrows
I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe
Boy check the resume, it’s risky business in the A
I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe…
Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that
But it takes years of perserverance and experience to get that cat!
So why don’t I chase this Hennessy down with some of that
On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack!
Boi, I bust raps like D-boys bust gats, shit
We the type of people that don’t bury the axe
But they can go to hell and lay with Lucifer
Cause they burning anyway, Big Boi user and abuser
Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits
It’s that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits
Speed it up like The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast
Not a hobby, this my life, you disrespect it, that’s your ass
As one half of the Outkast, return like the ghost of Christmas past
It’s the son of Chico Dusty, must be West Savannah bad
Had to got to church every Sunday with Great-Grandma and Grandad
Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn’t have a path
Colder than a polar bear toenail oh hell again there he go again talkin that shit again
Whenever the dope boys, done crept in
Steppin all over your best friends
No wea-pons, the lyrical lessons
and smoked out sessions
Watch out for the hook…. I also second Meka, need more Goodie Mob !!
Speed it up like ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast
Not a hobby, this my life, you disrespect it, that’s your ass
As one half of the Outkast return like ghost of Christmas past
It’s the son of Chico Dusty must be West Savannah bad
Like Sean Kingston – suicidal for a title
my recitals are vital
and maybe needed for survival
like the bible or any other good book that you read
“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”
“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 talking that shit”
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
Can’t gamble feeding baby on that dope money
might not always be sufficient
But the United Parcel service and people at the post office didn’t call you back because you had clowdy piss
so now you back in the trap
just that TRAP
Go on and marinate on that for a minute
Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what’s said, you dickhead
See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin Pro 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, it’s real cool, gettin paid fat pockets
and all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
To hell if I don’t pray
Like a mannequin in the window I don’t say
A, word – I like to sit back, observe
My heart says do not disturb, and yours
Is like a doorknob, everybody get a turn
Boy, I bust raps like d boys bust gats, shit
We the type of people that dont bury tha axe
You never took the time out, examine yourself boi/Are you black, white, asian?
Indonesian, or Borean – that’s black and Korean/We on the same team if we breathin/I jumped off the subject to see if you was seein/That we drop a little science off in every verse/They put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon’ curse
–>Flip Flop Rock
Canary yellow, ’79 Seville is on display
My nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims today
So a nigga can ride out to the honeycomb hideout
I’m gonna show you how to wild out like Jack Tripper
Let me be bambino on your snippas
YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard
When I’m slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold ya
Like Noah I get twos of you and you get pretty deep
But I’ll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you’ll be there for me
Cause
She said, let’s hit the parking lot so I could sick your duck
Greetings Earthlings, I’ve been lurking deep in the shadows
Gathering artillery for the battle
Now, on the front line I stand, microphone in my right hand
Left foot on the gas, don’t make me put my foot in yo ass!
- You Ain’t No DJ ft. Yelawolf
“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”
I fuck around and leave your kool-aid glass half empty/
Your time is running out, hourglass, I’m just like the sand in it
Index finger on the trigger case niggaz is clowning
Not to flex but to Protect My Neck like the Wu-Tang
Self-preservation is the rule when you do aim
Full as a tick I was stoned like them white boys
Smokin’ them white girls before them blunts, got crunk, chunky asses
Passes gettin’ thrown like Hail Marys and they lookin’ like Halle Berries
Operation grind and stack cause these rappers out of touch/
Or like a rabbit that just lost one foot to a keychain out of luck
The Thickets
They say “Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre?”
I say “people, stop the madness cause me and Dre we okay”,
OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division,
We just split it down the middle so you can see both the visions,
Been spittin it damn near ten years, why the fuck would be be quittin?
Fuck, nigga
“The weight of everything is tearing up my soul but
Shit is heavy like the world on my shoulders”
“Bloodline of a champion with heart of the lion
I’m defyin all the laws like a caterpillar flyin”
Yo’ DJ ain’t no DJ, he just make them fuckin mixtapes
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they
at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
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 off the testicles and the nut sacks
you bust a rhyme we bust back
its not where you from its where you pay rent
its not where you from its where you pay rent
So check me out, see
Once in a while when niggas be trying to test me I get frisky
Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me
“Drip, drip, drop, there it goes an eargasm/
Now you cummin out the side of your face/”
cause im cooler than a polar bear toenails
o hell there he go talkin that shit
bend corners like i was a curb i struck a nerve
and now u bout to see a southern playa serve
i heard its not where u from but where u pay rent
then i heard its not how much u make but how much u spend
Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire
Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto
You’re bitch made like Dorothy
You belong in a sorority, I’m a call you Cocoa
Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy
But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G?
I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken
And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it’s gonna be bumpin
Givin you somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops with
My stamina’s incredible so sucka don’t try to stop this
The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily
Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it’s scarin me
But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the rest yeah
That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH
(had to put this one….naaasssttttaaae!!!)
“A-well I’m drankin on yak while I’m dippin off in that ‘llac (‘llac)
The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that crack
Be layin them College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily makin this paper stack
Niggas don’t understand the master plan, crumble yo’ herb man
’til they start kickin the do’ in, then we ready to blast dem
Out (Out) like ‘Kast (‘Kast) we bout, to crash (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, knock ‘em up off they ass boi”
From alligator belts to patty melts I be that smoothest nigga
So how do you figga that Atlanta don’t be pullin dem triggas
The Southernplayalistic pimp is up in this bitch
Man, my folks up on that track, complimentin that wickedness
See one is for the money two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain’t takin that shit no mo’ they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna be startin now?
I’m pissin up on Jeffrey’s Dahmer grave that cracker was foul
From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his game
Comin up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens ain’t changed
in springtime georgia sho is sunny
man that hoodie be mad bummy
I’m off in your purse
To get my gas money then I’m back on the ‘spressway
And I’m out this verse, geyeah!
“Colder than a polar bear’s toe nail, oh hell there he go.”
A bee hive cause not everybody buzzin around me. Could it be the way the verse is sounding?
colder than a polar bear’s toenail
Do you really know what it feels like
to have no control over the G spot?
It’s like a brand new pair of Reeboks or a junkie freshly detoxed
You feel the tingling all over like convulsions or the rooster pox
be blowin verbals with my feet up, i’mma eat up, anybody who test this, i’m blessed with, superhuman powers fuck your chest in—- (you)
ya next of kins gon be the first ones like some mexicans;
to buck, nigga get stuck like a truck in wet dirt, and you’z in church, and i’m the deacon; speakin, while u tweakin, the preacher preachin, reaching teaching, speaking being;
breathing, your not. YOUR CLOCK STOPPED.
and now u layin in a pretty box, now the pastor only talking about the pretty parts of your life, your brother fucking your damn wife, you look for the pearly white gates, but you realizing your fate…its too late…you hate…its too late cause you hate…
sorry. this shit is live as hell. the track is crazy. killer mike and big boi went IN on this. i’m a fan for life.
Ask, ask Paul McCartney, the lawyers couldn’t stop me
Slaughter, slaughter them pockets had to tie her to a rock and
Send her in to outer space, I know he wish he could
‘Cuz he payin’ 20K a day, that bitch is eatin’ good.
Haha classic song, still bump it regularly.