Rosa Parks [Album Version]
OutKast
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(Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah) (cut it up) Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh (ayy, ayy, ayo) Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka (Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh) Uh-huh, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka 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 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 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 stabbin' every city then we headed to that Bat cave ATL, Georgia, what do we do for ya? Bulldoggin' hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy, you soundin' silly, think my Brougham ain't sittin' pretty Doin' doughnuts 'round you suckas like them circles around titties Damn, we, the committee, gon' burn it down But us gon' bust you in the mouth with the chorus now, say 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 Say, ah ha, hush that fuss (uh-huh, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) Everybody move to the back of the bus (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) Do you wanna bump and slump with us? (Cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) We the type of people make the club get crunk (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) 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 or either that's 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' wit it But I'm witcha '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 sad and it's costly, but that's all she Wrote and I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shit's creek, "It's weak" is the last quote That I wanna 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 y'all can say is, "Them niggas earned that crown", but until then Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus (yeah, yeah, but until then) Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say, ah ha, hush that fuss (uh-huh, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) Everybody move to the back of the bus (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) Do you wanna bump and slump with us? (Cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) We the type of people make the club get crunk (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) (Ohh, breakdown) 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 Say, ah ha, hush that fuss (uh-huh, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) Everybody move to the back of the bus (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) Do you wanna bump and slump with us? (Cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) We the type of people make the club get crunk (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah (get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back) Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh (get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back) Ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus (uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah) Do you wanna bump and slump with us? (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh) We the type of people make the club get crunk Say ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus (uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah) Do you wanna bump and slump with us? (Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh) We the type of people make the club get crunk Okay cool (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) (Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back) Uh, uh, uh(get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back) (Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back) (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) (Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back) (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) (Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back) (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) (Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back) (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) (Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back, get back) (cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka) This major right here, you know what I'm sayin'? Yo son, y'all niggas, y'all niggas is holdin' it man Straight up man (word man) I'm glad we got together to do this, know I'm talmbout? (s'all real) Everybody, North, South, East, West, you know what I'm sayin'? (No doubt) We doin' this thing right here, straight up for hip-hop We handling the earth right now, y'all niggas don't even know (fo' sho) You nah I mean? If it wasn't for us tryna enlighten y'all niggas with all types of flows and flavors The game wouldn't be the same (that's right man) You gotta keep it innovative and new, creative you know I'm sayin', I mean Some people don't wanna hear the same ol' thing over and over (no doubt) You gotta come provocative nigga, you know what I mean? Shit gotta be spine tingling with mad styles and crazy dangerous, I mean Bust your shit open beats, you know what I mean? (Yeah, word) Niggas don't even know son, we gon' play some funky shit for y'all That's right (straight up) Pay up, pay up nigga From East Point to Shaolin, y'all better know that (uh huh) Yeah (hit this Henny)
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