Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
Leather in the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
Really I was flexin', but the girls they
If big money ain't the topic homie I ain't even talking
Hated on by the workers but I'm cool wit all the bosses
Catch me flossing at the mall (Mall)
the raw silk sheen
That reflects the tints of autumn from the hills.
So punch my name.
And in case you wonder -
I'll be yours - yours, dot com.
[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
Leather in the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
else is it dawg?)
The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
bust the top hat
You slip into some silk, yeah, I got that
Dogg's gonna get ya, a nigga gonna hit ya
If it's alright with ya
I wanna get to know ya oh
my silk
Let the caged bird sing, gonna wing it
Cut the red tape
Quit monkeying around, and straight up go ape
I always like to hawk up so
I can spit
Star Tech Motorola
(What up)
Bally silks (Ugh) , Kangol tilts (Kill it)
Stand straight when the boss talkin
Hush your lips mob-affiliated contract hit's
it
Have a bye bye posers try to hang? Then we
Hang 'em by the collar
Silk, lannie, Rare Breed family
Stunting hard like a black circus, voila
Breed up
given day
The adjective amazing, spelled with an 'A'
And a 'G' on the end, by usin, my pen
Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend
Rhymin was
TJ Swan didn't appeal to her
But now he trucks gold and wear fly Bally boots
Rough leather fashion and tough silk suits
Now she stop fronting
silk to sew
We grow and take you back to like afros
And no quittin or gettin jumped by the system
Its all day, all play got verbs and such
And cuts
goodbye
But then I saw her start to cry
We danced by the light
Of her video screen
She looked me in the eye
And said: "Why me?"
On any given night
and locks, companies of cops ran from the rain
There was silk in the stores for the whims of the whores
That shone with shame.
I asked for a light from
Your hills and dales and flowery vales
That lie near the Moorlough Shore.
Your vines that blow by borden's grove.
Will I ever see no more
stopped in Charlotte to bypass Rockhill
We never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state
We had
[Chorus]
Whoa mule, whoa mule, we're dirty but were dreaming
Whoa mule, whoa mule, we'll both get there someday
All you ramblers, you silk
Joy, health, love, and peace be all here in this place
By your leave, we will sing concerning our king
Our king is well dressed, in the silks
a shirt of the softest silk
Well wrought with pearls abound the band
Saying if you will be my lover so true
This goodly gift you shall command
lying there
And all around her feet flowers bloomed
But they were made of silk and sequins two by two
she's going
She is the queen of make believe, Evangeline
She went out dancin' on a Saturday night
Silk stockings and high heels
Blue liner
of school
And the night a memory
They ate with noise food by the plates-full
But on the dance floor they were so graceful
They'd glide without a care
can tell by the way the boy burps
that it's gotta taste fine.
Marco Polo craved the spice and silk
And Rufus craves the mamma's milk
No moo-cow no
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