Morris Brown

by OutKast

Outkast was an American hip hop duo formed in 1992 in East Point, Georgia, composed of Atlanta-based rappers André "André 3000" Benjamin and Antwan "Big Boi" Patton.




Whether you like it or not,he's back
D-A-double D-why Fat Sacks
Ridin' in the Cadillac
Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast came to heat it up

Sharp as a tack like I just left church(clean)
Smart than a tack when the windows won't work(mean)
Ridin' in the Cadillac Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out,
Kast came to heat it up

And everybody wanna know was really goin' on
Is you and 3000 still makin' songs?
So on and so on
I can go o-on and o-on
And on,and on,and on
Hell yes!

Music make the world go round
Where it goes(where it goes)
Ya' just don't know(ya just don't know)
My heart is like a marching band
I'm a fan in the stands
Yes I am and I'm hollerin' hey baby
Saying hey baby

So baby please don't leave me
Don't you go(don't you go)
Baby no,no,no(baby no,no,no)
My heart is like a marching band
I'm a fan in the stands
Yes I am and I'm hollerin' hey baby
Saying hey baby

Two dope boys in the Cadillac still
'Kast, the crown on ya Cadillac Seville
I'll make your wheels of steel stand (still)
Like your DJ got killed
The fire marsh,
Fire Marshall
Shut'er down,time to go!
OutKast royalty by design of logo
Wanna count it out loud?
93, 94, 95, 96
Plus a dime,still that's fire
Hot like the perm on the back of ya neck
Left it in too long
Now ya got Cabbage Patch Silky
Ridin' the Cadillac
Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out,
Kast came to heat it up

Bendin' corners like a crowbar,oh so unique
Got the pedal to floor,but the 4 door just creeps

Ridin' in the Cadillac
Beatin like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out,
Kast came to heat it up

Exotic,melodic melody jep,we got it
Funking for the funk of it and everybody want it

you make it make it put a dog on it
you make it make it put a dog on it

Music make the world go round
Where it goes(where it goes)
Ya' just don't know(ya just don't know)
My heart is like a marching band
I'm a fan in the stands
Yes I am and I'm hollerin' hey baby
Saying hey baby

I'm tipping my hat off to ya baby
'cause you're so fine,blow my mind
I put in the time
Everybody knows you can't let the pretty one past ya by
Without sayin' hi

I'm so gone over you
Yes it's true
Baby do what ya you do
My nose is open so wide(so wide,yeah)
Looking at you such a pretty sight(so wide,yeah)
My heart on my sleeve(my sleeve,yeah)
And this is how it sounds to me(this is how it sounds to me)

Music make the world go round
Where it goes(where it goes)
Ya' just don't know(ya just don't know)
My heart is like a marching band
I'm a fan in the stands
Yes I am and I'm hollerin' hey baby
Saying hey baby

Baby you and me
We make a musical masterpiece
I travel the land
Me and my band
We bringin' the church back to ya feet
So wait baby
Don't leave me,baby
Say wait,baby
Don't leave me ,baby

Written by: ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, TERRENCE SMITH, TERRENCE W. SMITH

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