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Take Off Your Cool

(feat. Norah Jones)

Hey yaaa... Ba-doo-baaaa-ba-doo-baaaaa [repeat 2X]
[Norah Jones]
Baby, take off your cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you
Baby, don't be so cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you

[Andre 3000]
Baby, take off your cool
I want to get to know you
(Take off your cool)

 

The Love Below (Intro)

Some say Atlanta
Some say New York
Some say Paris, France but...
Who knows... where this flower... grows

 

The New Conspiracy (Rap Version)

(Curt)
I knew she werent no liar, no she said my hair was great
I got home and it was pink,
And right away I felt my hart just sink
Just because I didn't know I had bad b.o,
Just because I didnt know I had bad b.o-o-o-o

(Chorous) X3
Uh-Huh Moc-Moc-A-Mocco
(Pavv)
Look bitch I didn't know about mr idaho so why the snow, hoe
I say why the snow, hoe (uh hahaha(curt))
Yo bitch wot's up why you always slaming your cup huh?
Look slut just fuck up!

(Chorous) X7 (fadeing)
Uh-Huh Moc-Moc-A-Mocco

 

The Rooster

Hold up!
Oooh, oooh! Somebody done told you you wrong!

Ok, I start out all alone
'Cause my baby mama left me
Beginning to feel like Ms. Jackson done got cloned!
Now there's nobody at home
A moving vehicle took my family
Well it's some real shit and I'm lving it through this song!
I woke up very upset!
As I slept out on the sofa in the Boom Boom Room
My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping me!
In the wind, she was my friend
I throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies
Like Princess Di before she died
Therefore we tried and tried again
But the minuses behind make it seem like you can't win!
But in the end you pay attention to the pluses
[Hook:] Throw your neck out! Throw your back out! [4x]

 

The Train

(feat. Scar, Sleepy Brown)

All aboard
Or are all y'all bored?
It's good o have y'all back now
Ladies and gents
Yall already know what it is
God don't make no mistakes
God don't make no mistakes

Little do they know when I was brought up in this game
Point ain't always in a vibe for spitting I made a change
Like the diaper on the bottom of my baby daughter
I wasn't ready to be no father, maybe, kind of, sorta
'Cause when I saw her I swear it made a tear fall
Not tears of sorrow but of joy so listen here y'all
I grabbed the mic and moved the crowd then disappeared dog
Back in '94 that was the motherfucking year homeboy
Then that southernplayalistic went platinum
Stacks on deck they ain't tell us to pay our taxes
Walking around the table in the kitchen just for practicing
Reciting rhymes to sharpern minds now lets deliver to the masses

[Chorus]
Been a good long road
Now it's time for me to go
I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Time to spread my wings
So high up in the sky
I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high

 

The Way You Move

Boom, Boom, Boom.
Heh, Heh.

[Big Boi]
Ready for action, nip it in the butt.
We never relaxin', OutKast is everlastin'
Not clashin', not at all but see my nigga went to do a little acting.
Now that's for anyone askin' give me one pass em'
Drip drip drop there goes an eargasm
Now you cumin out the side of your face
We tapping right into your memory banks (Thanks!)
So flickle the tickle lets see your seat belt fastened
Trunk rattlin' like two midgets in the back seat wrasling
Speakerbox vibrate the tank, make it sound like aluminum cans in the back.
But I know ya'll wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass
But I know ya'll wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass

[Chorus]
I like the waaaay you move
I like the waaaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaaay you move
I love the way, I love the way.

I love the waaaay you move
I love the waaaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaaay you move
I love the way, I love the way.

[Big Boi]
Then the whole room fell silent (Shhhhh!)
The girls all pause with glee, turning left turning right hardly looking at me,
But I was looking at them, there, there on the dance floor
Now they got me in the middle feeling like a man whore
Specially the big girl, big girls need love too no discrimination in this world.
So keep your hands off my cheeks, and let me study how you ride the beat
You big freak!
Skinny, slim women got the ghetto within them
You can fuck them, lift them, bend them, give them something to remember
Hail out timber when you fall through the chop shop.
Take a deep a breath and exhale your ex male friend, boyfriend was boring as hell
Now let me listen to the stories you tell and we can make moves like a person in jail.
On the loco

[Chorus]

[Sleepy Brown]
Heeeey baby, girl don't you stop
Come on baby dance on the top of me
You so fine (you so fine) you so fine
You drive me outta my mind (my mind, outta my mind!) Oooh baby!
If I could I would, just be with yoooou baaaaby
Ooooooh Cause you like me and excite me and you know you gotta leave baby!
Oooooo!

I like the waaay you move (I like the way you move)
I like the waaay you move (Ooo you so sexy baaby!) (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaay you move
I love the way, I love the way (Whoo-o-o!)

I love the waaay you move (I love the way you move)
I love the waaay you move (Ooo you so sexy baaby!) (Whoo-o-o)
I love the waaay you move
I love the way, I love the way.

I like the waaay you move
I like the waaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaay you move
I love the way, I love the way.

I love the waaay you move
I love the waaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaay you move
I love the way, I love the way

 

The Whole World

Okay, here we go

[Andre 3000 - singing]
Yeah I'm afraid, like I'm scared as a dog
But I've got a new song, and I want y'all to sang alooooooong
Sang aloooooooooong..
See this is the way that we walk on a sunny, day
When it's rainin inside and you're, all alooooooooone
All aloooooooooone - yeah!

[Chorus: OutKast - singing]
Cause the whole, world, loves it when you don't get down
(Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da)
And the whole, world, loves it when you make that sound
(Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da)
And the whole, world, loves it when you're in the news
(Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da)
And the whole, world, loves it when you sang the blues
(Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da)

[Andre 3000]
Take a little trip, hater pack up yo' mind
Look forward not behind, then you'll see what you find
I caught a sucker dyin cause he thought could rhyme
Now if his momma is a quarter daughter must be a dime
I gotta meet her, don't take no shorts I don't use abbrevi-
-Ation, I don't even play the radio neither
Only if I need to know the sports or the weather
I'm a cool type of brother but yep, your head I'll sever
From the neck - see ain't nuttin changed, hit the stage
Set a date sucker, in battle we can engage
I'll slice you, wife you, marry you, divorce you
Throw the Porsche at you, is what I'm forced to do
With my back against the wall, crack his back y'all
Naw, it ain't went nowhere like havin hair with stylin gel in it
Throw a curl in it
Dread that nappy shit up, throw a shell in it
Whatever floats your boat, or finds your lost remote
And this for dem niggaz workin at the airpo't
Who got laid off, I take my shades off
If you look straight in my eyes, you still might see a disguise
Because the whole, whole, world, world

[Chorus] (overlaps Andre's last line)

[Killer Mike]
Player I grind, my focus is crime
Raw with the rhyme, I'm slick with the slime
My words are diamonds dug out a mine
Spit 'em, polish, look how they shine
Glitter, glisten, gloss, floss
I catch a beat runnin like Randy Moss
Ride dat bitch off like a brand new horse
I'm rollin my stone, gatherin no moss
Mami I'm comin I hope you get off
Or rock your own boat like Aaliyah then talk
Back, back, forth, forth
Get that sailor on course, course
Make that track a corpse, corpse
Rap, roll, utterly rocked
With my mouth to the mic and my hand on my cock
Cadillac OutKast just won't stop

[Chorus]

[Big Boi]
Turn on the TV and everything is lookin dismal
Went in the bathroom medicine cabinet Pepto-Bismal
Need it for my stomach cause my tummy kinda aches
Like a junkie on withdrawal, fresh up off the plate
Wait, back to the enemy of the state
Is the Republicans or Democratic candidate
Debate, now even the black box hold the fate
Clueless like Shaggy and Scooby befo' commercial break
Hate, extreme prejudice, let's dismiss this
If you want to you can dub it to your hit list
I know you gon' to, we in this to replenish yo' musical wish list
When it come to this music we stay relentless
Pursuing all that's pursuable
Doing God's willing all things that are doable
The only liable limitation is yourself
Dre set it on the right and I'll set it on the left, cause

[Chorus]

 

Throw Your Hands Up

[Eightball]
Bitch, I ain't got nothing but time, so I'ma get out on these cuts
And grind, keep my mind on cloud twenty-nine
My player ways keep me with plenty dimes,
See I'ma shine like all six of my gold teeth,
When a nigga get through cooking up, this O-Z,
All night on the block til the sun rise,
My only friend is a glock with the 4-5
Four five in the mornin it don't stop,
Day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
Blue lights snap me back to reality
I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me
Tricks ain't got shit to do but harass,
Search tha nigga and took about a three in cash,
I guess that's better than gettin locked up,
Or gettin jammed with that shit I had rocked up, huh!

Chorus:
Now I heard that the South is where yo folks from,
Down in the bottoms where they broke some,
Whips cross a nigga back, way back,
And now they wonder why we act, how we act,
Gold teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow,
Afros & loud ass Italian clothes,
People bar-be-quein in the front yard
Money from the first of the month card!

[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!

[MJG]
I got a maid cooking grits, with a, outfit,
So tight my niggas wanna stay the whole nite
Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk singin sounding like tha Bee Gees
Ham sam'ich in the driveway, drop top
Naked women in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long gone
So hit me and I'ma keep my, phone on
I be out turning corners, dranking, one fifth
Got some scratches on my rims, cause of one dip
Met a broad yesterday, she hit me, ten times,
If I diss her it'll take a nigga ten lines
MJG standing tall and I, won't fold
You can have all the bitches, cause I, don't hold
On to any woman like a human hand cuff
You got ya hair down baby fuck it, stand up!

(Repeat chorus)

[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!

[Big Boi]
How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like lyrical bows,
Stickin out just like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
Like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when y'all bite,
Been had a coke and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,
Y'all just might seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out,
Below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin about,
From Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,
The deeper the darker tha dirty south is what I'm after,
No laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, players comin major,
They shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,
Beats by the layers, of music right here to please you,
But if ain't that dirty then patna see we don't need you,
You know I'm talkin bout
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all punk motherfuckers!

(Repeat chorus)

[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!

[Andre Benjamin]
You wouldn't understand, if you stood under it (ooh),
It's like the more that I talk to you tha dumber that I get,
The closer that I walk to you, the further that we stand,
Apart distance, nobody has the upper hand but my bodies resistance,
So now, throw your filangies in tha ground,
I'm still abound, un-believers stay from hell around
I found negatives niggas they only keep ya down,
Transmitting from Native American burial grounds
I carry around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads
Um post ta blast space invaders up somebodys dad
Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key then
But it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off work
So she can roast yo ass, either to finda open window fast
Word to the motherfucker, word to the motherfucker
Word to the motherfucker!

(Repeat chorus)

[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!

 

Toilet Tisha

*Andre3000*
Have you heard the news?
They say a little 14 year old little girl had a baby on the way
Tooo much for her little mind to bare
And that type of news to her mama she cannot spare

*Hook*
Toilet Tisha, damn we miss ya
Toilet Tisha is the issue
Damn we miss ya, Toilet Tisha
Damn we miss ya

*Vamp*
Don't go away
Don't you dare go away from me girl I can help you
Don't go away don't you dare leave me
Don't go away, away
Don't go away

*Big Boi*
Five thousand, one hundred ten days
Is a short period of time a mere fourteen years
On this precious mother earth, you see Tisha had issues
And her decision making skills were still in it's early stages
You know what I'm talking about
Therefore she could not properly handle a blessing in which
She thought to be an obstacle in her path to adulthood
Pause, Just like a brother with a thousand pauses
Should I shouldn't I I can't I have to, mama will never see me the same
Daddy and Big Mama I know all of them gonna be ashamed of me
Are just a few thoughts racing through her cranium
As she sits on top of the pale, cold porcelain seat in the rear of the house
The unthinkable moments away from becoming reality, sadly with no clue
And no way of expressing her feeling to her mam or anybody else in her life
Tisha done came to the crossroads and now she got to choose
Fatality, fatality, fatality, fatality

 

Tomb of the Boom

(featuring Konkrete, Big Gipp & Ludacris)

[Big Boi]
Yo
Just so you all know what time it is
It's your homeboy
Straight from the A-T
I ain't even goin say the motherfucking rest
You know
We Dungeon Family all day long baby
We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit

[C-Bone]
This rap game lovely
Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Ridin like a bucket, nigga fuck it
I know some hoes slutty
I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playin rugby
I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions
Perpetrators in the booth, rappin lame like they drug related
It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby
You don't grind, you be lying
She'll be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe

[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

[Lil' Brotha]
You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots
Hit G spots by givin hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
Konkrete, Aquemini, we takin this here to the top
Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop
You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch
To all my real niggaz, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx
Fuck the cops, we makin noise and we won't stop
Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's goin drop
Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock

[Big Gipp]
They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle
Mr. Cockerspanielle in Your Poodle, after school tutor
Roto Rooter, addicted to follies
Like brown collies, stay soft fro
Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian
Talking a different language, RBI fly wide
Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now
Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now
Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now
Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now
See you when I see you, now out wit me now

[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

[Supa Nate]
I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight
Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates
I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit
Over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks
Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up
I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut
It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game
You can fool the record labels but not the street fame
I just tell it how I see it nigga, fact is fact
The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque
I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props
Konkrete and Big Boi beatin through your Speakerboxxx

[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

[Ludacris]
Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock in case you like to leak alot
Meanwhile, crankin the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx
"So here he is" Get the fuck on the ground
Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town
They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland
So put your fist up boy, you wanna romp
You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped
Thinking way back before I got mine
Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs
It's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman
A hundred though, bitch, diamonds shimmerin
Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below
I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios
Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles
I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles

[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

[Big Boi]
Fourth and goal
Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll
Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
Cranium overload, overthrowed
Now we got seven more points on the board, fa sho
B-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think he's blessing me
Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me
Player, pimp, ganster, poet
We goin spit it, we goin show it to your ass
"You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed
But I know one day we will once more cross paths
They say "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre"
I say "people, stop the madness cause me and Dre be okay"
OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division
We jus tsplit 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

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