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Gonna Be Fine

Can't believe you would leave me this way.
Feelin kinda bad from the last things we said today.
Can't believe you would turn and walk away.
You know we do this again and again.

(pre chorus) You say you love me,
I come back with I hate you.
Only takes me a day to,
Realize I'm in love with you.
You say it's over
I come back with just stay boy
If you don't want my love,
Then I have no choice this time.

(chorus)Tell me baby, what to do.
I ain't trippin over you.
Any, any other time,
Remember I'm gone be fine!
How can't I make mistakes,
I dunno whats up with you.
Any, any other time
Remember i'm gone be fine!

Said you didn't mean it, that's fine.
You wanna take it back cause you're
Having a change of mind.
Sometimes sayin sorry won't do
But then some days I just can't do with out you
(PRE CHORUS 3x)...
(chorus 3x)

Rap(OutKast):
Yo, yo
Across the way
The milkman delivered this
Everyday on schedule
Ain't good use to cry over spilled lactose
When you got these vegetables
The four food groups
Ain't nothing but
Four ways to keep four families paid
Oprah went from one line to
Telling y'all silly ass rock upstate

Yeah
So for one, girl
When I met you
I'ma say this
You's was fine
You traveled around the block
I let you drive the 'Lac one time
Maybe your hearts at stake
Some of the people around
You act of fate
'Cuz you can't
Cake up, wake up
Picture make up
Straight up like that

Chorus three times fading

 

Good Day, Good Sir

[Switching on and off between Andre "3000" and "Bentley Farnsworth"]
[Andre]
Ahhh, such sweet sound
The Fiddler on the Fuckin' Roof
Is that Mr. Bentley Fonzworth?

[Bentley Farnsworth]
Indeed it is Sir

Good day, good sir
How do you do? Look fine

[Bentley Farnsworth]
Fantastically well
I am certainly not fine by far
But you could say
I'm close to spectacular

[Andre]
Close to spectacular? How so?

[Bentley Farnsworth]
Open your eyes
Spectacular's right in front of you

[Andre]
Whatever you say... your spectacular

[Bentley Farnsworth]
No I'm fantastically well

[Andre]
Come on man make up your mind
A minute ago you said you were fine

[Bentley Farnsworth]
No I said I'm close to spectacular
But I'm meeting fine in a minute

[Andre]
Close to spectacular?
You said you were fantastically well

[Bentley Farnsworth]
Exaxtly

[Andre]
Exactly?? Which one are you?
Close to spectacular or Fantastically well?

[Bentley Farnsworth]
I am certainly and without a doubt
Fantastically well and was close to Spectacular but I must say good sir
You just pissed spectacular off
And don't even mention exactly...
But here comes fine right now

[Andre]
Oh lord, she is fine

[Woman] Gentlemen

[Bentley Farnsworth] Behold

[together] A lady

 

Good Hair (Interlude)

[Man] Hey shorty, let me holla at ya.
[Woman] Wassup, baby?
[Man] Girl, you got some pretty hair.
[Woman] Aww, thank you baby you know, I got a little bit of Spanish in me.
[Man] Girl you ain't Spanish, it's all fine and silky.

 

Greatest Show On Earth

(feat. Macy Gray)

How ya'll feelin' tonight?
I don't give a damn

Mama i'm moving up and i'll be selling cotton candy
And papa next week they'll let me sit on the trapeze-eze whoo
Uncle you should see all these dancing girls
And every night I get to sleep under the big top

[Chorus]
[Macy Gray ad libs]
Ain't nothing like...great
It's the greatest show on earth
Da da da da da da
What u want what u need
Wanna drank wanna chief
I...I got it hey I got it

[Bridge]
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh whoa
Yeah yeah oh yeah
Ooh ooh yeah yeah

[Chorus]
[ad libs]
Ok ok ok ok ok
I got good love
I got true love
I got green love
I got blue love
I got dark love
I got light love
I got white love
I got chinese love
I got plaid love
I got stripeded love

What you clapping for I ain't done yet

 

Half Man Half Machine

..Tone Spectrum, Pacman, Commodore
ZX-81, donkey kong, fucking high score
Push it to the limit, couldn't push it any more
Wanna be a fucking robot after smoking loads of draw

Bought a speak and spell, stuck it to my chest
And wraps a fucking ? onto my head and to my vest
Walking down the stret, my next door neighbours not impressed
I'm a robot and buying ten fags is my quest

Eggsie's gone too far, he thinks he's robocop
He's covered in tinfoil and he's got matching metal socks
We tried to sedate him but he fucking escaped
The man robot myth starts to escalate

He tries to sell himself standing in curries
But if the police turn up, he runs in a fucking hurry
He tries to plug himself in the mains with his nob
And when he's fully recharged he goes out on the rob

Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

Being a robot in my digital domain
Enter my world, feel my pain
I'm not like other people you might see or you might know
I made love to a BBC micro
Touching on the disk drive, the monitor got hot
I knew from then, I was a motherfucking robot
Bill Gates from Microsoft, Stephen Hawking's voice
And fucking Lara Croft

I built a lab, secret in my loft
And built a special costume that would help me to jack off
I sat there in front of the screen
For many years, this had been my wet dream
Now I've reched it, I'm finally there
Like terminator being filmed in Aberdare
So alone, when people stop and stare
Like C3PO but with pubes and hair

Robot Love
Robot
Robotic Breakdancing
Robot

The doctors found a nut
They said he was an headcase
'Cos he sticks silver and cans on his face

Sucking off antennas and trying to fuck the fridge
And burnt his pubic wig, with the high voltage

I am a robot
My prime directive is to's go to's the shops
And buy's ten fags
Do's you's compute?

He wants to buy ten fags, his destination is the shops
A tinfoil suit and a hat like Robocop
If your ask him then he'll do a bodypop
Like terminator, yeah he just won't stop

Put electical cable down through the eye of his cock
Plugged it in the wall and gave himself a big shock
The reason that he did it wasn't to give himself pain
Watching Terminator over again and again

Fuck man, get him, fucking restrain him man
Get him fucking, fucking get him down man
Inject him man, get him down
He's fucking nuts spa and he's losing it
Help me man, just get him fucking....

Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

(This song actually belongs to Goldie Lookin' Chain not OutKast)

 

Hey Ya! (Andre 3000)

One, two, three go

My baby don't mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know for sure
But does she really want to
But can't stand to see me
Walk out the door

Don't try to fight the feelin'
'Cause the thought alone
Is killing me right now
Thank God for Mom and Dad
For sticking through together
'Cause we don't know how

Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!

You think you've got it
Oh, you think you've got it
But got it just don't get it
Till there's nothing at all

We get together
Oh, we get together
But seperate's always better
When there's feelings involved

If what they say is, "Nothing is forever"
Then what makes it, then what makes it
Then what makes it, then what makes it
Then what makes it, love exception

So why oh, why oh, why oh
Why oh, why oh
Are we so in denial?
When you know we're not happy here

(Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance)
Hey ya! Hey ya!
(Don't want to meet your daddy)
Hey ya! Hey ya!
(Just want you in my Caddy)
(Don't want to meet your momma)

Hey ya! Hey ya!
(Just want to make you cumma)
(I'm, I'm, I'm just being honest)
Hey ya! Hey ya!
(I'm just being honest)
Hey ya!
Hey, alright now
Alright now fellows, yeah
Now what's cooler than bein' cool?
Ice Cold
I can't hear ya
I say what's cooler than bein' cool?
Ice Cold

Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright

Okay now ladies, yeah
Now we gonna break this thang down in just a few seconds
Now don't have me break this thing down for nothin'
Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior
Lend me some suga, I am your neighbor
Here we go

Shake it, shake, shake it
Shake it, shake, shake it
Shake it, shake, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake, shake it
Shake it like a Polaroid picture
Hey ya

Shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, suga
Shake it like a Polaroid picture

(Now all Beyonce's and Lucy Liu's)
Shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it
(And baby dolls, get on the floor)
Shake it, shake it
Shake it like a Polaroid picture, suga

(You know what to do)
Shake it, shake it, shake it
(You know what to do)
Shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, like a Polaroid picture
(You, know what to do)

Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya!

 

High Schoolin'

Life
Ooooh, yeeeeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Big Boi]
Yeah yeah uh
Been always told to keep my head up
But three shakes just don't cut the cake when your necktie from bobbing
Life's a stage, street's the cage,
we dungeon rats Outkast and Goodie Mobbin
Enough of the petite talk, I'd rather have a nigga with a perm
Ain't got to have punk, on my side than a nigga who frontin
To another nigga's interpretation of god-stuntin
(?) Why both a president'll be a swat guy
That's like choosing which bullet you gon' get shot by
A drank and some hot fries
Slowly eating me up from inside to outside
Well you gon' die anyway, right? Wrong
I plan to live forever, I know it seems mighty long
If you think about it in Earth terms
Thank god we on the TV what we let like earthworms
Stay underground like (?) or Dig Dug
Only come above to shake hands and give hugs
Lay your beautiful body down on this fur rug
You got to give a damn if you do not give a fuck, ha!
Rack 'em up 'cuz we bustin'
Once was the nigga in the back of the class who never said nothing
His thought became an amplifier
I live for inspiration, for without that, I will die (go!)

Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?
Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh
We own that high school shit and uh
You know that uh we spit it
Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?
Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh
We own that high school shit and uh
You know that uh we spit it
Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?

[Slim Cutta-Calhoun]
Got issues on my mind like a fool from Columbine
Will I swallow my pride or take that ride?
Better think before my cock get slide and take a dive
Into this hot pit like ball of grease
Stand alone on my own ten toes against foes
It's a snowstorm and you outside gettin' cold
Luck has struck one buck for seven every roll
Throwin' snake eyes thinkin' a nigga gon' fold
Stand down like four black vogues on goes
Snatchin' all the dough and leavin' y'all broke
Going all out for an A plus in class
I bust ass walkin' barefoot over broken glass
Now who gon' pass player? You won't last
See we all in the race just taking up space
If we's on the other side of the track grab the straps
Thought y'all knew wild off runnin' past
So who you think you foolin? We can get to dueling
On some old school shit, like we high schoolin'

There he is!

Get him!

(Don't run! Don't run!)

Yeah, sucker! What'cha gon' do now? What'cha gon' do now sucker?

Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh
We own that high school shit and uh
You know that uh we spit it
Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?
Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh
We own that high school shit and uh
You know that uh we spit it
Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?

[Dre]
Let me walk you little kiddies through my school days
Sunday night I hit a party, missed a Monday, I'll go Tuesday
Doomsday, homeroom was lookin' beauty
The girl I wanna cut is absent but I see a cutie
But bump a flirt, I need to be doin' this homework to graduate
Saturate my body and memory on some algebrate
Bro, why you holdin' and totin' that's to assassinate
Go masturbate you jack-off, nigga take the hat off
I'm a third year freshman, I started with the best of them
But now them niggas done passed me, I'm just a baby daddy
O.G. Original Goofball, and I used to slang the hard heart
And smoke the soft softball saw through the way-hall
Niggas up in the school, they know my name, look!
But that's because my face is in like eight different yearbooks
Could've been took the S.A.T. but the streets got the best of me
Thinkin' and drinkin' and bankin' open while like sesame
All tellin' me to chill out (chill out!)
Before you be a drop out (chill out!)
Or cop out, is when you're thirty-something at your mom's house, yeah

Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh
We own that high school shit and uh
You know that uh we spit it
Here the bomb jam now can you dig it?

(fade)

 

Hold on, Be Strong

Hold on , be strong
Take off your thong
Cmon
This is how we sing the song
Sing along
(reapert3x)

I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm
And smelling like Boone Farm
Hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief it to steal from his own mom
Kuniving Kon
Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screaming
"Let's get it on"
A lust that love the drank
Drunk driving a tank
Rolling over a bank
Cops see my and faint
It's drastic
And I'm passed my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slitting your throat
Push a baby carriage into the street
Till it's minced meat
Your men's been beat
The minute I step foot on your street
This is fight music

Hold on , be strong
Take off your thong
Cmon
This is how we sing the song
Sing along

Everybody needs someone to rub their shoulders
And scratch their dandruff
And everybody need to quit actin hard and shit
Before you get your ass whooped (I'll slap the fuck out ya!)
And everybody needs somebody to love
Before its too late
Its too late

Hold on , be strong
Take off your thong
Cmon
This is how we sing the song
Sing along

(reapert3x)

 

Hollywood Divorce

(Chorus)
Starts off like a small town marriage
Lovely wife in life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce

Lil Wayne
And I'm a star
Yea, and I don't have to go to Hollywood
Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on
I really think they're stealin from us like a sample song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like Hammer's home
The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a dern country song
This whole country wrong
What would you write if you just put a little ice on
And cut your mic on
But you don't even write your songs
But Hollywood make you spit like a python
I meant Cobra, I'm so not sober
I'm high like a Hollywood
Coffee or soda
You can call me a roller
Hold up
Your grill's glistenin'
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different - what's the real sense of it?
Uhhh Bling bling, I know
And did you know I'm the creator of the term
I just straightened the perm and let it sit too long, they just makin it burn
Make a movie of our lifestyle
But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece
That's why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease
And I be's the little nigga cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne
Don't make me not
So that's why I got a pre-nup - I do

(Chorus)

 

Hootie Hoo

Big Boi:
Hootie Hoo
Follow the funk from the skunk and the dank that is crunk in the dungeon
It goes on and on and on like that
Goin out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'Lac
Ah suki suki
All day and day any day every damn day
I be thinkin about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper
Used to try to get a kiss but now it be them draws I'm after
I'm just a Southernplayalistic pimp
I used to slang a fat rock, but now I'm servin hemp
I never even smoke that crumba crap but yo, I'm dope
But doper than a junky or a pooky 'cause it's on
So each one, teach one, I be claimin true
Two weeks born in College Park and the things I used to do
Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers
Club niggaz, Magic City and them Southern playas
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

Chorus:
Hootie Hoo
Tight like always, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hootie Hoo
Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my right
Tight like always, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)

Dre:
Now playin these bitches is my favorite sport
But ain't no game when they be callin your name in the court
Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright
Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight
That it's bustin out the seems, yes sir, I'm set
Oh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jet
Hops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light(Hootie Hoo)
Communication device off when I writes
Should I answer the call, yes, I'm mackin 'em all
We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's Ball
Well, it's Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll call you
Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through
Now later on done got here
I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here?
Draws, fallin down like niggaz in a drive-by
I got up in them hoes and I told 'em bye bye
About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
Talkin 'bout her period late, guess what I did
Click
Naw, it couldn't be me. Not me

Chorus(2X)

Big Boi:
Uh, well you know we gettin blizzard 'cause we got that chicken gizzard
In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggaz can't cope with it
So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop
>From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park
So got on Martino, it's Outkast for the 94 era
You heard the player's call, we takin it to another level
So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martel
And you may go to hell

Dre:
Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is
It's that Southern ses in your chest that is
One mo' gen for my friend who don't take
No bullshit from no bitch who is stank
I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will make you
Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you
Down like some bo-los, you can throw those
Head, til I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes
Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit
But if you fall in this category, then youse a bitch

Chorus(4X)

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