album: Track 16 in album Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
release date: 1994-4-26
popularity : 11 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Conscious
length: 5:32
recorded by: Sean Davis
drums programming: Organized Noize
assistant recorded by: Mark Hawley

Album Information

label: LaFace Records
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 730082601023
script: Latin

Cover Art

OutKast Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik cover art


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[Chorus: x2]
You know you ****ed up when you let my mind creep
You let me hit the stage that's when I got my folks hooked like
Deeper fish in the ocean
You boast hard, you'll get your salty *** crumbled like herb, word (hey man)
I ain't the one with the curse, so disperse, yes, catching blades
To a dead end, you won't catch me spreading no white thighs
I don't eat no beef and surely not no pork
Quote, 'If they kill they own folks, what you think they gonna do to you?'
Aiming two at your **********ing spine
Swine, got my folks blind, like Stevie
Andre 'gain slamming backs like King acts
So you know that it's D.E.E.P.
[Chorus: x2]
[Big Boi]
What? What will happen if you shoot that ***** and don't kill
Aiming for your skull, yeah I'm flexing on you that a way
Cause if you're threatening my life, better believe I'll be a fool with it
Damn, no pain, no gain, some I'ma hurt you
My mama used to tell me if a ***** ever hit me
So if you run up, you get done up, I'ma end it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.

No, I ain't never been pimped by the system
Don't be trying to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave
And the only thing I know is how to **** and how to rap
And if you gave me a basketball, I'll show you how to shoot it
If a pair of Jordan's came out, y'all figure that I got 'em
The gold that I am wearing is really made out of bronze
And I got a criminal record that will never come clean
And then never taking care of them has just become a habit
Y'all could not be just like me if y'all was my twin
You pissing me off, I'm in that *** like interior
Eh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real good
That's living on a whim, thin ice and a prayer
Please don't let them ***** ************s put that flag up
Whenever the **** out record comes out in 1994
Gonna take y'all deep, so go back
[Chorus: x2]
[Big Boi]
And pimping way mo' hoes than there's peoples out in China
*****s try to bite their ****, but their **** is inferior
And I don't give a damn, ************ cause you know why
You try to wipe a ***** like me slam up off the scene
Because of the **** that I done been through, I shall never call you master
So stay up out the rain, it's beginning to smell like dog, yeah
You'd probably **** your tightest draws cause I got a solid fuse
Thought I was a pimp, flip the script if you can' get with this
Run up on it if you want it, then you bite the big one, yeah


Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 Peaches (intro)
  • 2 Myintrotoletuknow
  • 3 Ain’t No Thang
  • 4 Welcome to Atlanta (interlude)
  • 5 Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
  • 6 Call of da Wild
  • 7 Player’s Ball (original)
  • 8 Claimin’ True
  • 9 Club Donkey Ass (interlude)
  • 10 Funky Ride
  • 11 Flim Flam (interlude)
  • 12 Git Up, Git Out
  • 13 True Dat (interlude)
  • 14 Crumblin’ Erb
  • 15 Hootie Hoo
  • 16 D.E.E.P.
  • 17 Player’s Ball (reprise)