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It's OK

[Chorus]
All these lonely girls wanna fuck...It's OK
That's alright girl, that's ok
That's alright girl, that's ok
Keep callin me and beggin me and blowin me up...It's OK
That's alright girl, that's ok
That's alright girl, that's ok

[Slimm]
My game, slicker than slow tongue
Get yo' main hoe sprung
Chokin' on my blowgun
She swallowed all my bubble gum
Said it was so yum yum
All off in her tum tum
Playboy you think dumb dumb
Now what? Uh huh
Last night, I was in them guts
Uh huh
A young playa cut yo' what?
Uh huh
She was tryin' to get a nut
Uh huh
And we gon' meet back at the hut
Uh huh
Come on

[Chorus]
[Slimm]
A-town, late nights
I'm off in 112, posted up as usual downstairs
With a couple of clydesdales
Sippin zippindale
Got a sack of good, take a whiff, inhale
Blaze up, hate to ball and bail
Got some late cut, she sure now how to shake her tail
The way I hit it, make her wanna break up
And leave her man, make up
And cheat again, caked her
Lay low, Comfort Inn, tucked her in
Next week she said she'll bring a friend
Come on

[Chorus]

[Andre]
Said I love my man, man man man
We got our ups and downs and I'll get lonely and, and and and
Wanna move move to someone who might understand, stand stand stand
How to make a girl feel like Alice in Wonderland...wonderland...wanderin'
Wonderin'...if she can home with guilt on her mind
Really all she truly wants to know is that she still fine
After they do better, better tell her, 'fo another fella
Better, get, sit sit, shit shit, spit spit, hit hit

[Chorus]

 

Jazzy Belle

Andre

Yeah
Oh yes I love her like Egyptian want a description my royal highness
So many plusses when I bust that there can't be no minus
Went from yellin crickets and crows bitches and hoes to queen thangs
Over the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangs
Like Kilroy chill boi because them folks might think you soft
Talkin like that man fuck them niggaz I'm goin off
And comin right back like boomerangs when you throw em
With these old ghetto poems, Bankhead is better for em
When they can let they throw em, down from hitchikin and bitin niggaz
Until the temple they call the body, now everybody got it
Had it, talked about it amongst they friends
Comin around my crew lookin Jazzy, wanna pretend
Like you Ms. Goodie, Four-Shoes, even Bo knew, that you got caught
Like accupuncture patients while our nation is a boat
Straight sinkin, I hate thinkin that these the future mommas
Of our chillun, they fuckin a different nigga every time
They get the feelin to, I'm willin to go the extra kilo-meter
Just to see my senorita get her pillow
On the side of my bed where no good ever stay
House and doctor was the games we used to play
But now it's real Jazzy Belle...

 

Kim & Cookie (Interlude)

Anncr: And now, kim and cookie.
Cookie: Ring-Ring
Kim: say hello cookie!
Cookie: hello
Kim: girl I got somethin to tell ya
Cookie: spill it girl spill it
Kim: remember ol boi, at the club...
Cookie: from last night?
Kim: last night!
Cookie: wassup
Kim: went home with the mothafucka, now i'm thinkin i'm feelin' to goddamn get
My ass to' up!
Background singers: to' up!
Kim: but girl
Cookie: what.
Kim: dick so short
Background singers: short!
Kim: came quick, he got his, I ain't get mines. i'm like fuck!
Background singers: fuck!
Kim: you know you talkin' all this goddamn shit and he ain't shit!
Cookie: girl you done got you a mothafuckin minute man!
Kim: a minute mothafuckin man
Background singers: mothafuckin minute man!
Kim: but it's all good you hear me? cause before I goddamn left this
Mothafucka, I hit this mothafucka up for erythang you hear me! i'm talkin bout
Wallet, i'm talkin bout credit cards, money. and you what I was gona hit him up
For his goddamn pistol but I ain't know how many mothafuckn bodies he had on
That mothafucka you feel me!
Background singers: I feel ya!
Cookie: well it's allllllll goooooood!
BREAK!

 

Knowing

(Hook):
Brothers on the block knowing (from this point on it only gets
Rougher)
Sisters at the crib knowing (from this point on it only gets
Rougher)
Preachers at the church knowing, we still get by (from this
Point on it only gets rougher)
Teachers at the school knowing (from this point on it only gets
Rougher)
Ladies on the block knowing (from this point on it only gets
Rougher)
Junkies on the corner knowing, but still get high (from this
Point on it only gets rougher)

Well here?s a formal introduction
Something to make you ponder
The situation?s ugly, like ?In Living Color?s Wanda (word up!)
Well everybody play dumb, but there?s some that succumb
And fall victim, I will overcome any hurdle or obstacle that?s
In my path
Fast cash should be the last resort so make it last for the risk
You took
Trick, u shook your ass for some hundred dollar heels and a
Designer bag
Now that?s ass backwards
All you got in the refrigerator is bratwurst
Your stomach is balled in a knot, you got that phat purse
Pocketbook, stop and look, pockets look void
Destroyed by the need to indulge and enjoy the finer thing in
Life right?
Your dignity, your only sacrifice, slim as your chances of being
Somebody?s wife
They seeing ya but , booty naked every night, ain?t nothing
Right or wrong.
(Hook)

 

Land of a Million Drums

In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on, on
If you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home

In the land of a million drums
I catch a pattern that spit rings around you like Saturn
Intergalactic tracks, I make 'em like magstrulium
This one for Scooby, pass the doobie I'mma do me one, do me one
Only you clean over
I pick up the mic and rock it while I'm sober
For the rated G exposure if you listen to what I'm tryin' to told ya
We fathers with seeds of our own
We're talkin about sons and daughters boy, not roots and clones
Now that the theory gone wrong
An embryo with no soul
Stuck in this green mini-van with my lungs in a chokehold
Shaggy, pass the boombastic
Daphne said, "Don't do that"
Freaky Fred smashed the gas and slammed us into traffic
Now Scrappy wanna box and throw them bows
So I had to sic the pitbull on him before he could pass one blow
Scooby-Doo, Scooby-Doo, Scooby-Damn-Doo, Scooby-Doo (Scooby-Doobie-Doo)

In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on, on
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on, on
If you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home

Woke up from a long night of hanging out with Shaggy
Oh no, lost my last baggy of Scooby snackies
Shaggy, wake up, we've been had
Our Scooby snacks, they got the whole stash
He said, "Who who, I don't have a clue"
I suspect the thirteen ghosts of Scooby-Doo
Call Vincent Price up on the Nextel
Tell him to send another package right through the mail
In the meantime, I'mma call Velma to tell her
To get the Mystery Machine ready
I'm two-wayin' Daphne and Freddy
Me and Shaggy dressed in all black, strapped
Dippin' through the flash, tryin' to get our stash back
Roundin' up suspects, collectin' clues
I got a question, where the hell is Scooby-Doo when you need 'em
The hound's only found when you feed him
In fact he probably got my sack
Tell him holler back

In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on, on
If you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home

Break it down, break it down baby, 'til the floor jumps off the ground
Oh break it down, lookin' over yonder 'til the walls come tumblin' down
Oh, yes lord y'ain't gotta tell me two times but you know I know
Oh, break it down, break it down baby, ''cause I want y'all all to know
We rock the world

In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on, on
If you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home

I coulda got away with it, if it wasn't for ya meddlin' kids
(Oh no, oh no)
I coulda got away with it, if it wasn't for ya meddlin' kids
(Oh no, oh no)
I coulda got away with it, if it wasn't for ya meddlin' kids
(Oh no, oh no)
I coulda got away with it, if it wasn't for ya meddlin' kids
(Oh no, oh no)
I coulda got away with it, if it wasn't for ya meddlin' kids
(Oh no, oh no)

 

Last Call

[Chorus:]
Tell them niggaz that be holdin' the wall, fuck y'all!!
Hit the flo' start shakin' it all, yes ya'll
What we drinking, we drinking it all
We gon do it 'til we can't or we fall, last call
Tell them mutherfuckers holding the wall, fuck ya'll!!
Hit the flo' start shaking it all, yes ya'll
What we drinking, we drinking it all
We gon do it 'til we can't or we fall, Last call

[Mello]
Now look here
I'm gon hit da club man, I'm gon get some love
I'm the coolest nigga ain't gon spend more than a dub
I will tell dem broads and her chickenhead friend
No Fahrarri, no Jag, no Bentley, or a Benz
Might just play the wall with this mean look on my grill
Act like I'm da hater, the Haitian from Hateville
I remember her I like she don't remember me
When I was Cadillac, Coupe Deville, and Chicken Head Drillin'

[Chorus with Lil' Jon & The East Side Boys]

I'm gon get dat fresh fire fade and then I'm gon get laid
Like some finger-waves on pay day, my lady, you gon get paid
Makin a early morning serenade for you to start your day
Or the sound of a starter pistol fired close to where you lay
Last call for alcohol, make a fast call for the hay
The dirtier dot has informed me, The drought has ended today
Wit no delay
And a, four piece brizzle we on our way
For a brief stay in a sweet place and a petite face to play

[Chorus]

[Slim Calhoon]
The boy so wild don't crack no smile
Closet like the wild kingdom, fox makes the crocodile
Pop tops and what we drink, so sit back for a while
Matter a fact, light that, and I'll be right back
They want a couple more bottles I got something for em to swallow
Anybody ever told you look like a model?
You know the story, she bit the hook line the follow
Got my hooks in the back and I'm a grind until tomorrow
They call me Mac-Rapalicious, and when I bubble
I blow-Trouble up, in your ear
They call me Mac-Rapalicicious, and when I bubble
Its, trouble all up in your ear

[Chorus]

[Mello]
Yes, I know when to excite dem hoes
Me coat, reptilian feet, bite them hoes
Got a partner on his mind sick, he say he loved it
So cope strung I strip a bitch, Why he so dumb?
I'm so pimp it's ridiculous
Got tinted windows on my ride I'm inconspicuous
Bump wit this gritty thang
She ain't yours you wish she was
We don't stop, it's so repeated and continuous
Mello Copone, Don Huggy Bear
Pokey the fuckin' pimpolous ain't that cute but stick em out them drawers
I'm so infamous, dead serious!!!
From da club, to da caddy, to da holiday in
From the dusk til the dawn we gon do it again

[Chorus]

 

Liberation

And there's a, and there's a
And there's a, and there's a, finnne.. linnne
Too late to pray that I'm on it..

Ya, yeah, yeahhhh

[outkast]
Y'all, uh-huh, y'all

[andre benjamin]
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late, but baby I'm on it..
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late, but baby I'm on it..
Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see
That's liberation and baby I want it..
Can't worry bout, what anotha nigga think
Now that's liberation and baby I want it..

[big boi]
(let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those)
How many times I, sit back and contemplate
I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm tellin my story..
My relationship, with my folks is give and take
And I done took so much, not givin my glory
Now have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did)
I said I have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me

[cee-lo]
No, nooo, noooooooo
I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly
Seven and forty days.. heyyy
Ohhhh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe
To make you believe, I'd give my life awayyyy
Oh lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired
My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my owwwwn
All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee..
We alive or we ain't livin, that's why I'm givin until it's gone
Cause I don't wanna be alone (I don't wanna be alone)
I don't wanna be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee
If there's anything I can say, to help you find your way
Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and i..
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
That you die.. but I can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
But people keep your head to the skyyyyy

[singers in background over interlude]
Shake that load off, shake that load off (16x)

[erykah badu]
Folk in your face, you're a superstar
Niggaz hang around cause of who you are
You get a lot of love cause of what you got
Say they happy for you but they really not
Sell a lot of records and you roll a benz
Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends
All you wanna do is give the world your heart
Record label tried to make you compromise your art
You make a million dollars, make a million mo'
First class broad treat you like a nigga po'
You wanna say "wait!" but you're scared to ask
As your world starts spinning and it's moving fast
Tryin' to stay sane is the price of fame
Spending your life trying to numb the pain
You shake that load off and sing your song
Liberate the minds, then you go on home..

[big rube]
I must admit, they planted a lot of things
In the brains and the veins of my strain
Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine
From them whores, from the flame
From a post in the game
Makes it hard to maintain focus
They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
Cause it's a hard row to hoe
If your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
And the ground just dry
But the roots are strong, so some survive
So you're surprised, now I'm bustin cries
You got more juice than zeus
Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten
Plains dwellers, of the serengeti
But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
Melanin silicon and collagen injected
Dissectin my pride, fool I don't wanna get it started
We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy
It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it
Unless you lookin at the canvas of life
And not through the peephole of mortality
Single minded mentality
Gettin over on loopholes
Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities
Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel
Pack the steel
Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe
I don't we in kansas no mo' though
Midwest or dirty south
Clean dressed or dirty mouth
Whether robbin preachers or killin poor righteous teachers
You a scared demon
Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen
And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble
Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs
Though the man on your head say the story
As you downplay your glory
Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen
Just by rappin..
Libertad..

 

Life is Like a Musical

N-n-n-not too far but long ago
When life was straight up and cars would move slow
When you were cool if you were pigeon-toed
But things have changed (it ain't so simple)
Now life is a musical

I called Big Boi on the telephone
I said "hey hold up 'fore we put out another song"
Say no matter what goes down we stand strong
Cause ain't nothin changed (it's simple)
Now let's make a musical

Based on big infaction
No words like such grow in some action
And you got us well to a fraction
Cause things have changed (it's all hood)
The Kast go Hollywood

[Chrous]
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Change us change us
Change us change us
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Change us change us
Change us change us
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Change us change us
Change us change us
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em

Don't [echoes]

[music to fade]

 

Love Hater

Everybody needs a glass of water today
You know you've got company comin over
To chase the hate away
And everybody needs somebody to love
So you scrub extra-hard
Its too laaaaaaateee oh
Before it's too late
Don't nobody wanna grow old alone!

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

Before it's too late
Love-hater
Hater of love [repeat 2X]
Love-hater
Love-hater
[whispered]

Everybody needs someone to love [repeat 2X]

 

Love in War

[Hook]
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do what's right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for? [repeat]

Tonight we'll make the prettiest song that no one will ever hear
No one will ever hear
No one will ever
These ain't the times to be alone cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is
Quickly approaching while we carry on
No one is promised another day
Why can't the story end like fairytales often do
Before I let you leave I've got to say-ay-ay-ay

[Hook]

[Instrumental]

[Hook]

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