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Return of the "g"

[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

 

Rosa Parks

(Hook)
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get crunk

Big Boi
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
Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way
We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave
A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya
Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas
Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty
Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties
Damn we the committee gone burn it down
But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now

(Hook)

I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game
To stimulate then activate the left and right brain
Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut
You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what
That's one to live by or either that one to die to
I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure
Andre, got to her station here's my destination
She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours
Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin with it
But I'm witcha you cause you probably goin through it anyway
But anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought it
Cause I thought it would be jammin but examine all the flawsky-wawsky
Awfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote
And I hope I never have to float in that boat
Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote
That I want to hear when I'm goin down when all's said and done
And we got a new joe in town
When the record player get to skippin and slowin down
All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then...

(Hook)
(Harmonica Solo)
(Hook til fade)

 

She's Alive

[Baby crying:] Wanh wanh wanh

[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A pain
But she's alive

[Andre 3000 - Verse One]
The year was 1975
That night crickets cried
They knew what was going down
Three girls travel a long country road
And one said she thinks it's time
This baby wants to come right now

[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A pain
But she's alive

[Woman talking]
I was scufflin' going to school
I was scufflin' working at night
And you know what
I truly believe
And that's why I tell a lot of parents
Single parents, don't tell me what God can't do.
I made sure you had
I never felt like you should be deprived of anything
If a man didn't want to take care of his child
You move on
And that's what I did
I moved on

[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A pain
But she's alive

A boy
To raise
At... at a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive

[Woman talking]
He always wanted to be a father
But he never took care of you
He ain't have no money
He ain't have nothin'
How can you care about somebody
And you never give the welfare of them

[Andre 3000 - Bridge]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A drag
But she's alive

A boy
To raise
At a
Young age...
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must...

[Woman talking]
And I knew I had to go that road by myself

[Andre 3000]
She's alive

 

She Lives in My Lap

(feat. Rosario Dawson)

[Intro: Rosario Dawson]
[laughter]
What's wrong? What are you afraid of?
The Love Below

Andre 3000
She stays alone, never sheds a single tear
She stays in the coolest moods, clearly woman of the year
She and all her girlfriends, they go out dressed to win
She comes back to the cooler side of town
But she lives in my lap

[Chorus: Andre 3000]
She lives in my lap [repeat 6X]
Forever my fiance
She lives in my lap
Don't leave, don't stay
She lives in my lap
I'll get the courage one day

 

Six Minutes (Dungeon Family It's On)

[Big Rube]
360 seconds it's on
Unlimited firsts, from calibers unknown
Come wit it in ya verse, or take a job and stay gone
I don't care if it's rehearsed or off the top of your dome
With this specified time, you can do as you please
Make a discision to create life, or spred death and disease
We got 360 degrees of emcees
That make these rap niggaz sound like they swangin from trees
Everythang from brain food, to puttin broads on they knees
We do it all for the love and never all for the cheese

[Big Boi]
HOT tub.. Bubbling like warm water call me, HOT tub
Cut your wife and daughter like a meat cleaver
We be the, Dungeon Family
Niggaz up under the step from A-T-L to overstand me
D-F, is the clique that I represent
Puffin purple, poppin poppers, spittin straight pimp shit

[Big Gipp]
Conversation without compensation, we sensed it
It's not to mention yo' girl, your persistant in
Nothin physical happened but give me six minutes
When ya off, somebody gonna fit in it
Say no names, wear my hair longer than your first strang
Yo' girl wish she was drafted for the Georgia Drill Team
But I ain't gon' say no more
You need to catch somebody else I'm 'bout to hit the door

[Hook]
Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on
Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on

[Witchdoctor]
Fine lil' mama, my home gon' be a palace
Laid out like a salad, keep a nigga from malace
I'm movin things to the south
A dog like me need a pussycat 'round the house, with a row bone
Ain't nothin like me and you baby with no clothes on
I'm tired of runnin the streets all night
And a girlfriend ain't gon' stay down witcha like a wife
I can't let all you girls get to my head
Cuz you know what I want between them legs
[Cool Breeze]
Hey I'm just walkin outta Foot Locker
Strollin through Greenbriar
Stepped in the food court, just gonna but a bean pot
Ay Cool Cool Cutta (Cool) Cut her to the finch
If a girl gotta future behind her, I'm up in it
And I like a pretty lady with a tailback mouth
Cuz if you hit the right spot, she'll go back runnin her mouth
Now everytime I meet a girl, she puttin her hand in her purse
And when my next record drop, I ain't wearin no shirt
Let's do it

[Hook]

[Hook 2]
Ooh ooh oh, ooh ooh oh
Ooh oh-oh-oh-oh ooh ooh oh
Ooh ooh oh, ooh ooh oh
Ooh oh-oh-oh-oh ooh ooh oh

[Khujo]
Hats off, nigga can we put a fist in 'fore we handle business?
Hallelujah! For the bank
Benzes, houses, Hummers, tanks and all that
Gon' SEE, that they meet shack in the end
The world was my enemy, that's who was my friends
On the strong delucious
Unstoppable, followin the tradition of men
Can't say "Aww look at that man"
"He's too dirty for industry" Dead ass, or is he!!

[T-Mo]
5 minutes and 59 seconds gone by
Are you really ready for this lyrical high?
We can shoot without bullets, DF to the fullest
Should it, ever come to light
It's true art, not hype
Come strong, take the mic, make sure it's tight
I rock a party all night
With my team on the right, straight ready for the
Lights, camera, action, Ms. Jackon!

[Hook]

[Backbone]
Introdu..Introdu..Introducing ice cold water
We stay sharp as a broke glass bottle
Just as sure as four quarters make a dollar
Ten dimes do too and I ain't take none shorter
Pay attention to every quote we say
Cuz I got this here like it's in stores today
Holla.. Ready to rock, when he step on the scene
Cuz shorty stay clean like, shicka-ding shicka-ding

[Cee-Lo]
Well I can be that, and you need that, freaky D that
And if you want your monologue and open come and seek me
A few done fried man, or we can bligh man
I'm the guy that kill ya cat and, I dare you to defy me
If you can time me, I promise in 60 seconds
You'll be intriged and overwhelmed and obligated to rewind me
That reminds me, and my name is the divinely
Human Cee, and I hope you had a freaky time fuckin with me

[Hook]
[Hook 2]

[Repeat both Hooks 2x]

 

Skew It on the Bar-B

[Featuring Raekwon The Chef]
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)
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

 

Slump

[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

 

Slum Beautiful

(Hook) Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy
Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing

[Andre 3000]
They don't know, but I do though
Baby my darling you make me loose composure
Fragments of a million me
Scattered across the floor to a certain degree
Where I had to give your mama call
And thank her for spending time with your daddy
For all it's worth, girl what's your frequency
And can I come there frequently

(Hook)

[Big Boi]
What I like to do most is spit this game like sports announcers
And will pity pat them hoez down like a gentlemen club bouncer
Ounce of killa dilla, be making my game more flagrant
And once I done had some Cuervo 'bout six shots I'm nothin to play wit
Like plug sockets and babies, possums, raccoons, and rabies
Maybe Lady Luscious oba kaybee so they say thee
An old school playa pimp type ass nigga like Tony Mercedes
And will work every last muscle off in your body like Billy Blanky
Hanky panky, where did you get your gold grill cause it's banging
And I like then redhot Fila straight from Walters off the chain
Fuck them bouige bitches they don't know nothin 'bout you
'Cause you push a big black Buick, so fresh, so clean on them trues
Slum beautiful you's the would to me, shawty I dig ya
And I'm loving the way them Jordache got a bear hug on your figure
You my nigga, nigga

(Hook)

[Cee-Lo Goodie]
Look at you, unbelievably, brilliant beautiful you
You're looking deliciously divine darling you really and truly do
The very thought of has got me running at the speed of love
Exploring everything about you from the ground to the God above
Suddenly I started dreaming, traveling in time so fast
I could almost taste outer space
I saw the face of God and looked like you and me too
Hello, I'm the man that God made you for
Profound don't think, okay let's put this poetry in motion
I'm shining simply because mother earth I'm your son
Our entire circumference engulfed in emotion

(Hook)

[Andre 3000]
I don't know but, it seem like uh, your daddy must have gave you
A teaspoon of honey every night before you went to bed
Or was it a pack of Now & Laters cause you're the sweetest thing on my head
And I'd like to say that I'd love to make love to every molecule of you
And if you want to spontaneously combust that's what we'll do in unison

 

SmokeFest 1999

[Tash]
Smoke this blunt
Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to Smoke Fest '99
I'm glad you all could make it
As you can see admission was free this Smoke Fest this year
All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby
(Sixty bucks??!!)

CaTashTraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four karats
If y'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents
Cuz Tash fuck it up, don't twist it up wit luck
My style is cold like I bought it off the icecream truck
Listen here, Tash be crashin niggas wit my beer
Tash be partied down as fuck swingin off the chandelier
Tash be here, Tash be there
Tash be everywhere it's poppin
I'm here to let you know fuckin wit me's not an option
Cuz Tash is my name, Tash'll start it wit a bang
Tash'll end it wit a *gun shots* that's not the same thing
Tash'll split your frame, Tash swings like gold chains
I be rollin wit King T, and we all in the same game
But enough about CaTash, let's talk about some skrill
You know it's bout to pop if Likwit Crew is on the bill
You can ask my nigga Phil how real this is, the weed
Smoke Fest '99 burn something to the beat

*Tash in background*
Damn man, y'all came all the way from where, man?
"All the way from Mobile, Alabama."
Oh yeah, you came to smoke some blunt?
"Yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you baby."

Smoke, Smoke Fest time

[Big Boi]
Yeah yeah yeah
I was lookin to get my skull blowed up like Kid Dynamtie
The time is right
Be ridin the track so fiercely that it seems I'm already high tonight
But I'm not though just on them Black & Mild's
And people thinkin I'm the wild one cuz I be flippin
And rippin the track and verbally attackin on yo' style for fun
Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin that fly shit
And you notifying Alkaholiks daily
So punk mufucker you better dub bitch
What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap
I mean the dope spot, but the slangin got my snappin like the rope hot
I can be the player you wanna bust wit
Or nigga you don't even wanna go fuck wit
Or nup wit, you suck dick, so why you all up on my nuts quick
I hold the microphone and that's wit a vice grip
Really tightly, and I'm keepin the words crystal clear
So you gon' correct when you try to bite thee
Very nicely, Aquemini my nigga, not a Pisces
But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff
While I write G, yeah yeah right
[Dre]
Yeah, check this out yeah
Hard life, now picture this
A nigga in jail, rappin while his folk in the next cell
Tappin wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom
Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons
Soakin wet wounds, titty tanglin tunes
Musty under arms, soul shlong charm
Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one
Stankonious under smellin where I'm comin from son
The day you bone is when you start to die
The time in between us will mean the most, I toast my high
Shit gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry
But suck it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing
For I'm already high

Smoke, Smoke Fest time

[Phil The Agony]
Yo yo yo
Whenever I'm writing, you can call me Philly Titan
Receiting to you an interview like Phil Donahue
Me and my crew, translate Los Angeles
Scandalous, like Watergate
Phil on the break, Phil on the break
Phil/fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin shanked
File up your taxes, I'm writin exact on my axis
From my head down to my Air Max's
Phil waxes and relaxs
Phil also fills up mental food up in your ?deadly gases?
My name is Jason when I fill out my application
To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled what they facin
Phil/feel the ration, Phil/feel the adrenaline
I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be like "Phil is illin!"
Phil is willin and ready
Phil is Raw like Eddie
Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti
Deadly, Phil/feel the pain when I walk through the rain
Niggas be like "He sayin Phil again, Phil again, Phil again"

Smoke, Smoke Fest time

[Tash]
Hey hey hey
Peace rap world, I'd like to make a special announcement right about now
We have a special guest that just stepped in the house
You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music
He goes by the name of the Doctor Greenthumb, smoke em out

[B-Real]
Now I be, rollin and smokin
And holdin the golden sack
When my lungs be gettin swollen, hittin the bong foldin
For chronic ironic, growin the hydroponic
We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic
Smoke Fest, expandin your chest
Buddah bless best, for you to step back cuz your lyrics are like cess weed
Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it
It's ten niggas in a circle smokin a spliff, believe it
Retrieve it, over the counter, can you conceive it
I give you Doctor Greenthumb digits, don't repeat it
The Brew Crew and the Buddah Masters together
Gettin you higher and fuckin you up that much faster
Six sacks, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls
All be gettin smoked at the Buddah head shows
Excuse me if it seems too complicated
The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel plated
Let me mash out, I'm breakin the stash out, the hash out
I roll into the studio and smoke my nigga Tash out
Wit that Doctor Greenthumb shit, know what I mean?

Smoke, Smoke Fest time

 

Snappin' And Trappin'

(killer mike)
Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
Show y'all soldier ass niggaz
I'm murder city's sargeant slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber
I betcha I'll drill your heifer like black & decker
This pussy wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar
I give a fuck, suede bucks and coogi sweaters
What's up? whatever sable fur to lamb leather
I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em
Nigga know I, fedex my shit, overnight express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list
Banana niggaz need to split
Quit fucking with this thorough atlanta click
This here is slum lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it
One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic(x2)
Killer mike nigga!

(hook)(x2)
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin mouth

(big boi)
My cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top
A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons prepare
I'm not the one you scared, the piccolo pimp done set up shop
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my feet up
I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one like some mexicans to buck
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin'
The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
You're not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life
Your brother fuckin' your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you hate
It's too late, 'cause you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some? ! (hook)

(killer mike)
Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch
Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick
Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks
Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus

(big boi)
Killer mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy
Ol' girl might yell rape g, you might as well give her a throat baby
Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground
Now you doing the dirty south, know what I'm talkin' about

(killer mike)
Big boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about
But fuck that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth
Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches
Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches

(big boi)
Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures
We two of the dopest mic controllers
Stack big bank, honey folders
Even wit' rollers, I'm trying to told ya
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks
Of lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lapels
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind's expanding
Readily rappin' and snappin', snappin' and trappin'
That's just what's happening (hook)

(j-sweet)
A whey you want come dis
When you know you nuh fit
You better move you bombo
Before me start trip
Nuff a them a talk outkast
Nuff a them a trip
Nuff a them come in like a bitch
Whey wear slip
A j-sweet me name an' me already chris
A outkast me spar wid
So boy nuh try dis
If you dis boy shot knaw go miss
Gun shot a go teck you just like fits
Boy hear me song an' thought a remix
Brand new tune platinum hits
We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch
Outkast, j-sweet, killer mike

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