Lyrics:
out before I get to third base
But still they see me coming I lash in your face
I guess I'm getting foul again
Pure waste and the flows pants are my
of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, motherfuckers cold knocking the boots
'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used
the beating of a drum.
Minute after minute, times keeps ticking by, till finally one day we'll see Him, Coming in the Sky!
That's the rhythm of the World.
your throat that's made up of razor blades
Put the slice and let nice and easy humble days
On out, over, well known Casanova
Can I put on an army,
Momma, I don't never want to see you struggle
Tired of seeing me bump heads with my big brother
Momma, that's big bruh you ain't got to worry
Yep
Steps up to the plate
Little brother, little league
Eighty-seven he was eight
Rookie season for the skinny slugger
Newly out of t-ball
Pit
Locales done made it with them big
Boys up in this industry
"OutKast, yeah, them niggas
They making big noise"
Over a million sold to this day niggas
They
It makes your mind get sick
So come on by
Stay and talk about it
Drink some wine
I'm really glad you stopped in, brother of mine
We'll sit
the trees planted by the river side we family
We are the light of the world
We are the voice in the wilderness
We are the trees planted by the river side huh
gonna let him get you
He'll never get me
He'll never get me, no
Big Brother's coming
No he'll never get me no no no no
Hey, Big Brother
Keep them by your
the womb of the mother-wolf I was born
The witches foretold the coming of tragedy
They awakened fright in the hearts of my enemies
In the midnight wilderness
wilderness or else
Run as long, as fast as your lungs can bear it
Hold your breath until their drums are faint
Driven by night
Tensed by danger
Tumble anything
By the Jordan River, I stood and preached the way,
Calling out for repentance, to prepare for that great day.
A voice crying in the wilderness
your own brothers and sisters feel bad
You see Listen
I know you know what I'm talking about because from time to time
I can remember you coming to me
They call her Lucy
Lucy with the furs on
They called her Lucy
Lucy with the fur
And I'll tell you all
My brothers and sisters
The devil is a girl
Well
to the beat
I love the way your body's moving when it's grindin' on me
We got the drinks by the dozen and nobody's coming
I don't care all I want is your lovin'
tell em what's happenin!
(what's happenin?
I'll tell yo' ass what's happenin
Tell em what's happenin
It's goin on out here - brothers ain't got no peers
, playin' catch
In the foreign doing burnouts (let's go)
Had to get a burnout phone to sell dope
One year 'til my brother get out (let's go)
Gotta sip
Niggas bugging out, asking when we coming out
Samps is running out, need new shit to talk about
How you doing (where you been) in the biz
Sitting
I was born by the river in a little tent
And just like that river I've been running ever since
It's been a long time coming
But I know a change
Taking a patient out of the bathroom into water
That's right, get in the water and touch the electric wires
Hold this... here's some bread!
"Now
transform
The people were delighted
Coming forth to claim their prize
They ran to build their cities
And converse among the wise
But one day
for power
I was a little nigga
Couldn't stay out late I was sour
So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut
Impeach the Pres, Apache, and just begun
Near where we live, concrete bridge
Cars go by, but feel like coming with
All the flaws gone off in the mist
I should've seen right through
Yeah
I
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