Speakerboxxx / The Love Below Album

Artist(s): OutKast

Cover Art

OutKast Speakerboxxx / The Love Below Cover Art

Tracklist

Intro

length: 1:29
producer: Cutmaster Swift
composer: Big Boi
lyricist: Big Boi

(Speakerboxxx)

GhettoMusick

length: 3:57
producer: André 3000
lead vocals: Big Boi and André 3000
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: Moka Nagatani and John Frye
background vocals: Myrna “Skreechy Peach” Crenshaw, Sleepy Brown and Joi
organ: Marvin “Chanz” Parkman
keyboard: André 3000
writer: André Benjamin, Bunny Sigler, Kenneth Gamble, Big Boi
Turn me up, don't turn me down
Cut me up, don't let me down

Find, find a way
Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out
You dig in, dig out, you get out
Ghetto musick, ghetto musick
Find a way to get in, to fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghetto musick, ghetto musick

Climbing out this hole (climbin' out this hole)
With a frown on my face
In the place to be, (in the place to be) and not to be at the same time
G-h-e-t-t-o-m-u-s-I-c-k stay down
O-u-t-k-a-s-t (oh yeah) just know that we won't play round
If feet don't stank like they stank then they can't swallow that down
Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us

Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out
You dig in, dig out, you get out
Ghetto musick, ghetto musick
Find a way to get in, to fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghetto musick, ghetto musick

I just want you to know, how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great (How I feel)
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?
I just want you to know, how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great (How I feel)
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?

Hot tub! Back to the bony I'm tony
Ask my grandmama Edna Mae kid when she show me
How to be the smooth operator, dominator in the state of Georgia
Hip hops there to destroy ya
Leave a mother ****er open like a foyer
He from the dirt now here come the paranoia
A lawyer couldn't object or disrespect
The technique, sweat me, wipe off the sweat
Fight off the **** and flush the waste down
The pipes of my life flow deep into the ground
Find my purpose on the surface of this earth this
Planet's standards to me they have no purpose
Campaign in vein for the same lame fame, people obtain, you ought to be detained
By the hip hop sheriff, locked up
No possibility of getting out cause the **** you make is killing me and my ears, and my peers
I hear the end is near, no fear
We disappear, then reappear again in a fresh new light
I hope its peaceful and cloudy cause if its not we gotta fight like, fight like

G-h-e-t-t-o-m-u-s-I-c-k stay down
O-u-t-k-a-s-t just know that we won't play round
If feet don't stank like they stank then they can't swallow that down
Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us

Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out
You dig in, dig out, you get out
Ghetto musick, ghetto musick
Find a way to get in, to fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghetto musick, ghetto musick

I just want you to know, how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great (How I feel)
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?
I just want you to know, how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great (How I feel)
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?

Unhappy

length: 3:19
producer: Mr. DJ
lead vocals: Big Boi
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: John Frye
guitar family: Donny Mathis
background vocals: Sleepy Brown and Debra Killings
keyboard: Marvin “Chanz” Parkman
congas: Rajinder Kala
bass guitar: Preston Crump and Debra Killings
writer: Big Boi, Mr. DJ
Drowning in the gray cell
To dwell in earthly hell
A pimp warrior fell
One-two! Sir Lucious "L"
Left Foot in the **********in' booth
Lucious! (Lucious!) Sir Lucious Left Foot has just entered

Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!

First rule in this thing, never let 'em see you sweat!
Never let 'em be a threat and your feelings you must protect 'em!
As well as your rectum! Must keep self out of harm, out of danger's way
Let strangers play while you graduate and move on!

True happiness is not acquired and you won't find it for sale
Unless you're in jail and trying to get a bail bondsman to go on and post that bail,
You would be happy as Hell
You thought you were happy until that court day came
Couldn't afford that case, nobody to take your place, family Hummers at stake
Too late to escape and you're on the run

Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!

Once upon a rhyme, one time when I was a child (Flip that smile upside down now)
When I found out that Santa Claus was nothing more than Vanilli
It was silly, 'cause my mom and pop, they worked for every penny
Didn't have many, but had enough to get by, enough to get fly

Only to start the new year off in debt
Now you forget your happiness came and went like mom and dad's relationship
Take a trip, you bring potato chips, I'll bring the hot sauce

Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!

1979, Dirty South, Local lounge (Flip that smile upside down now!)
I never thought that alcohol could ease the notion of the sadness
Now what used to be a happy home done turned into some bad ****!
Graphic language, mild violence and the silence of the fams!

No members to remember but I know just who I am
I've grown into a man and like my ***** said we executed the game plan
'Cause we got that hot sauce!

Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!

Bowtie

length: 3:57
producer: Big Boi
lead vocals: Big Boi
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: Moka Nagatani and John Frye
guitar family: David Whild
background vocals: Tori Alamaze
keyboard: Big Boi
additional guest: Jazze Pha and Sleepy Brown
programming: Big Boi
bass guitar: Debra Killings
wind instruments: Horns Unlimited
writer: Big Boi, Jazze Pha, Sleepy Brown
Girl you cut up
Girl you know you cut up

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cummerbund with no suspenders
My torpedo, you libido
Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys
To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this
Smack on smack on some of this **** tracy
Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker
You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor
Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream
She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things
Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where I's

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Oh, lord! How can it be so hard?
To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique
You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak
Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that
But it takes years of perseverance and experience to get that cat!
So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with some of that
On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack!
As we strut skip the line through the glass window glance
We look fine, right on time
As we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've come to play
Everybody's watching cause them furs just hit the door
While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floor
To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you need
Throw your hands up if you feel me! Throw your hands up if you feel me!
Cause we well designed, like the finest wine
Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why
I got the ladies in line, because they can't deny
So raise your hands to the sky cause we super fly

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

The Way You Move

length: 3:54
producer: Carlton Mahone
lead vocals: Big Boi
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: John Frye and Vincent Alexander
additional guest: Sleepy Brown
co-producer: Big Boi
bass guitar: Debra Killings
wind instruments: Horns Unlimited
writer: Sleepy Brown, Carlton Mahone, Big Boi
Boom, Boom, Boom.
Heh, Heh.

Ready for action, nip it in the bud
We never relaxin', OutKast is everlastin'
Not clashin', not at all but see my ***** want to do a little acting
Now that's for anyone askin' give me one pass em'
Drip drip drop there goes an eargasm
Now you cumin out the side of your face
We tapping right into your memory banks (Thanks!)
So click it our ticket, lets see your seat belt fastened
Trunk rattlin' like two midgets in the back seat grasping
Speakerbox vibrate the tank, make it sound like aluminum cans in the back
But I know y'all wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass
But I know y'all wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass

I like the way you move
I like the way you move (Who!)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way

I like the way you move
I like the way you move (Who!)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way

Then the whole room fell silent
The girls all pause with glee, turning left turning right are they looking at me?
Cause I was looking at them, there, there on the dance floor
Now they got me in the middle feeling like a man whore
Specially the big girl, big girls need love too no discrimination here squirrel
So keep your hands off my cheeks, and let me study how you ride the beat
You big freak!
Skinny, slim women got the camel toe within them
You can **** them, lift them, bend them, give them something to remember
Yell out timber when they fall through the chop shop
Take a deep a breath and exhale your ex male friend, boyfriend was boring as hell
Now let me listen to the stories you tell
And we can make moves like a person in jail on the loco


I like the way you move
I like the way you move (Who!)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way

I like the way you move
I like the way you move (Who!)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way

Hey baby, girl don't you stop
Come on baby dance on the top of me
You so fine (you so fine) you so fine
You drive me outta my mind (my mind, outta my mind!) Oh baby!
If I could I would, just be with you baby
Oh Cause you like me and excite me and you know you gotta leave baby!
Oh

I like the way you move
I like the way you move (Who!)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way

I like the way you move
I like the way you move (Who!)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way

I like the way you move
I like the way you move (Who!)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way

I like the way you move
I like the way you move (Who!)
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way

The Rooster

length: 3:57
producer: Carlton Mahone
piano: Marvin “Chanz” Parkman
lead vocals: Big Boi
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: John Frye
guitar family: Donny Mathis
background vocals: Tori Alamaze and Sleepy Brown
co-producer: Big Boi
turntable: Cutmaster Swift
bass guitar: Debra Killings
wind instruments: Horns Unlimited
writer: Donny Mathis, Carlton Mahone, Big Boi
Hold up!
Oh, oh! Somebody done told you you wrong!

Ok, I start out all alone
`Cause my baby mama left me
Now there's nobody at home
Beginning to feel like Ms. Jackson done got cloned!
Well it's some real **** and I'm lving it through this song!
A moving vehicle took my family
As I slept out on the sofa in the Boom Boom Room
I woke up very upset!
I throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies
My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping me!
In the wind, she was my friend
Like Princess Di before she died
Therefore we tried and tried again
But in the end you pay attention to the pluses
But the minuses behind make it seem like you can't win!

Throw your neck out! Throw your back out!

Round two, a single parent, what is Big to do?
Throw a parrty? Not hardly!! I'm trying to stay up outta that womb!
Or that p-you-s-s uss! I said uss!
Luther Vandross couldn't make a home out of this house that we smooshed
Smashed, pushed to the limit! Smash and turned it timid!
Hell everyone was suffering, the house was feeling wicked hell
The cat got sold, the dog got old, the food got cold!
Both of our tempers were on swolle
For the most part you fuss, fight, fart!
You build it up to break it down and now take it from the start
Repeatedly leading a path that only ends in a clash
Of two stubborn minds, grown folks blind to the sign!

Throw your neck out! Throw your back out!

K-O, knocked out by technicality
The love has kissed the canvas
Now the whole family is mad at me
My daughter don't want me at her PTA meetings
And then my son he can't talk, when I change him he's peeing
I think he's pissed!
I can't dismiss the matter of the fact because he saw you and me argue
Now the energy is coming back
Set an example, a positive pattern, keep life on track
But I'm married to the music and committed to the wax, tapes and CD's
Baby please, you make me want to scream!
You're on my team starting first string so why are we arguing?

Throw your neck out! Throw your back out!
Throw your neck out! Throw your back out!

Bust

length: 3:09
producer: Big Boi
membranophone: Victor Alexander
guest lead vocals: Killer Mike
lead vocals: Big Boi
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: John Frye
guitar family: David Whild
background vocals: Myrna “Skreechy Peach” Crenshaw, Jazze Pha and Sleepy Brown
keyboard: Big Boi
additional: King Stephen
programming: Big Boi
writer: Michael Render, Myrna “Skreechy Peach” Crenshaw, Big Boi
Ghosts and goblins run amock
In the caverns of rhine
Slinging petty corruption
The seventh sign!

(Give to you and I'll do what it takes!
To give it to you!)

Step into the realms O's space where nobody goes
Only the baddest ************s are the ones that are chose!
Some of the coolest individuals on the planet we said
Best believe that we can buck or give a damn if we cared!
No collision supervision but my family is here
Now my mama taught my *****s that was under the stairs
One of those who chauffeured life and then was unprepared
But my hunger is the thought that no wonder it can't be smothered
Or buttered up, buttercup, melt your sauce
You a Chucky Cheese bouncer chumpin' off the boss
What I'm trying to tell you now is that you're softer that soft
And I'm sick as a cough, did I mention it's raw?
Your predicaments flaw
Flaw means ****ed up and serving out the oven not fried, slow roast
No coast, tuck your tail and hide!
You scared?

(Give to you and I do what it takes!
To give it to you!)

I officially do it with guns on tour
We lock down traps, push caps galore
My wiz cook work 'til it scale like fish
My old earth even known to handle biz
I serve whipped, out of whips, whip out cash
Usually keep a G packed under the dash
Try to test my gangsta, I bring harm
I'm as slick as Freeway Rick and Nicholas Barnes
My uptown knights hold caps and cheddar
My waistline hold a 4-pound Baretta
I'll shoe lace your face just to learn you better
My ox so sharp it cut through leather
My rap name Killer, my street name Skunk
I mastered the music that was born in the Bronx!
I switch my slang spit from my mouth
I'm still all coast, my coast the South!

(Give to you and I do what it takes!
To give it to you!)

War

length: 2:44
producer: Mr. DJ
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: John Frye
guitar family: Donny Mathis
background vocals: Myrna “Skreechy Peach” Crenshaw
keyboard: Marvin “Chanz” Parkman
programming: Jeminesse “Slimm Jim” Smith
congas: Rajinder Kala
lead vocals & background vocals: Big Boi
bass guitar: Debra Killings
writer: André Benjamin, Big Boi, Mr. DJ
Now get the **** up off me *****

As I, struggle to keep my balance and composure
I'm 'posed ta, propose a toast to players on every coast-a
The lyrical roller coaster, mind-bender
'Stead of watching these sucker MC's
I'm seeing just how they lying to the general population
Don't be patient, get up and stand up for your life
Don't you agree or understand we lost some rights at 1-1-9?
Come dumb, come young, come blind unwind confined
To the situation, we facing, cause in time, tick tick boom

Tick, boom, tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom, tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom, tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom, tick, tick-boom

"You're gonna die here"

When will we all, awake up out this dream
Come here and smell the Folgers, the soldiers are human beings
Man acting as if he was the supreme being
Clocking the souls of men out like he was G-O-D and
W-A-Rrah, there'll be no tomorrow but sorrow
And horror will follow the hollow hearts battle for dollars
Politicians, modern day magicians
Physicians of death, more health care for poor health
Who making us ill, they making us kill
That's making me spill my guts (chill Big, lay in the cut)
For what? I refuse to sit in the backseat and get handled
Like I do nothing all day but sit around watch the Cartoon Channel
I rap about, the Presidential election and the scandal
That followed, and we all watched the nation, as it swallowed
And chalked it up, basically America you got ****ED
The media shucked and jived now we stuck - damn!

"Can't be heard clearly"
"You're gonna die here"

Operation Anaconda, ask yourself
Was it full of bleeps and blunders, did they ever find Osama?
And why in the **** did Daniel Pearl have to pay the price
For his life and his wife plead twice?
See Al-Amin got life and Fred got dead, Hampton
To dampen the dream of all the Panthers
They got they answer for ransom
As we read together, as we dream together
Count your blessings whenever you feel that things won't be no better
But it got to, you gave me this microphone so I must rock you
Your brainwaves, airwaves, energized and shocked you
Y'all got me, well I got y'all, long as I know y'all listenin'
I'ma always bring food for thought to the table in the kitchen
Now eat *****!

Church

length: 3:27
producer: André 3000
vocal: Sleepy Brown and Big Boi
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: John Frye and Matthew Still
background vocals: Debra Killings and Myrna “Skreechy Peach” Crenshaw
keyboard: Kevin Kendrick
bass guitar: Aaron Mills
writer: Myrna “Skreechy Peach” Crenshaw, Sleepy Brown, André Benjamin, Kevin Kendrick, Big Boi
Man, have you ever really wondered
Like why are we here? What the meaning to all of this?

[Chorus: Big Boi]
Sometimes life can keep you down, with your face all in the dirt
(HALL-LE-LU-JAH)
Now if you feel that left behind, need to get up and go to church
(HALL-LE-LU-JAH)
(HALL-LE-LU-JAH)
(HALL-LE-LU-JAH)

[Big Boi]
Big, slide into the mode, time to drop a load
My life is going downhill like some cardboard in the snow
My bank account is frozen, I
don't think that I can get out this hole
Feel like the figure four leg lock
Like the jury went away and then they came back deadlocked
I can't move, I can't eat, I can't even breathe
Can't even buy a decent sack without the stems and the seeds
No trees, no P's to ease the stress of everyday living
But homeless people gotta suck it up wherever they living
The unforgiven or the unwilling, live a life of sinning
And expect to be as pure as an infant in the beginning

But what about repentance?
What about the tension?
What about you eating dinner in the devil's kitchen?
But what about repentance?
What about committing the same sin
over and over again and again and ah..

[Chorus]
Why are we here? Huh? Huh? Huh?
Please tell me, what are we here for?

[Big Boi]
Life, is nothing but a dream, so peaceful and serene
Unless you're being evil then you on the devil's team
Well I receive what you want to believe
But soon you'll have to sew those bad seeds
Please, any man can ask, to get a pass
or a cleansing of sin to grant another chance
Perhaps another glance of the light at the end of the tunnel
Talk to the coach or break out the huddle
Whatever should you fumble your rebuttal should be subtle
Cause he who lives in the upper room is never gullible
As you survey the syllables and sentences
The question that I'm merely trying to pose is as simple as me saying

[Chorus]

Bamboo (interlude)

length: 2:10
performer: Big Boi
writer: Cameron Gipp, Cory Andrews, James Patton, Nathaniel Elder, Big Boi, Ludacris
[Big Boi]ready to set this bitch off?
--Yeah
[Big Boi]alright, you got to step, you got to step, get close to the mic
okay put the headphones on
you gotta speak into the microphone
say what u
--huh?
[Big Boi]say something
--okay
[Big Boi]what, you...i thought you were gonna rap
--ill ra.. rap
[Big Boi]wait wait wait wait wait
you need to let, you need to let them know what your name is first, playa
--mousambac
[Big Boi]whats your name?
--bamboo
[Big Boi]whats your name?
--bamboo
[Big Boi]no you got to speak into the mic, cause you keep freezing up
--bamboo!!
[Big Boi]that right let them know
and what you coming here for in the booth to do?
--rap
[Big Boi]came to do what?
--coming to rap
[Big Boi]thats right, rap
and what you going to rap
--in the whole world
[Big Boi]alright thats your, thats your jam
alright ready?
--yeah
[Big Boi]sing it

--in the whole world nah nah nah nah nah
--get down bahp bahp bahp bahp badahp
--in the whole world naze padah bahp
--get down bahp bahp bahp bahp pahp pahp

[Big Boi]yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
and what else you got to say
--ehh michael jackson
[Big Boi]michael jackson?
not on my record we ain't singin no damn michael jackson
ready?
go ahead, ready?
say it in the mic
--asaiah motha fuckas
[Big Boi]haha no i ain't say to say that
thats right lets do it baby
hahahaha
ah, you did it
gimme five boy
you hit the roof!
YEAH!

Tomb of the Boom

length: 4:46
producer: Big Boi
guest lead vocals: Konkrete, Ludacris and Big Gipp
lead vocals: Big Boi
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: Chris Carmouche, Vincent Alexander and John Frye
keyboard: Big Boi
programming: Big Boi
writer: Cameron Gipp, Cory Andrews, James Patton, Nathaniel Elder, Big Boi, Ludacris
Yo
Just so you all know what time it is
It's your homeboy
Straight from the A-T
I ain't even going say the **********ing rest
But you know
We can talk about it all day long baby
We fin'a break you off with some fresh new ****

This rap game lovely
Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Riding it like a bucket, ***** **** it
I know some hoes slutty
I optioned a ***** off like a ***** playing rugby
I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions
Perpetrators in the booth, rapping lame like they drug related
It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and a baby
You don't grind, you be lying
Should be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe

Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

You see, I **** back glocks, got more pull than slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
Konkrete, Aquemini, we taking this here to the top
Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop
You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch
To my real *****s, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx
**** the cops, we making noise and we won't stop
Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's going drop
Old school, big shoes, *****, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock

They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle
Mr. Cockerspanielle in your poodle, after school tutor
Roto Rooter, addicted to follies
Like brown collies, stay soft fro
Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian
Talking a different language, RBI fly wide
Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now
Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now
***** pop for me now, sell **** for me now
Fight a *****, hit her in the eye for me now
See you when I see you, now out wit me now

Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight
**** wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates
I'm true to this ****, I ain't new to this ****
Over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks
Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up
I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut
It's over for you, cavern *** rapper, get out the game
You can fool the record labels but not the street fame
I just tell it how I see it *****, fact is fact
The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque
I've been to hell and back so ***** give me my props
Konkrete and Big Boi beating through your Speakerboxxx

Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock, in case you like to leak a lot
Meanwhile, cranking the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx
"So here he is, get the **** on the ground"
Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town
They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland
So put your fist up boy, you want to romp
You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped
Thinking way back before I got mine
Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs
Been a while, it's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman
A hundred tho, *****, diamonds shimmering
Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below
I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios
Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles
I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles

Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

Fourth and goal
Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll
Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
Cranium overload, over throwed
Now we got seven more points on the board, for sure
B-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think he's blessing me
Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me
Player, pimp, ganster, poet
We goin spit it, we going show it to your ***
"You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed
But I know one day we will once more cross paths
They say "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your ***** Dre"
I say "people, stop the madness cause me and Dre be okay"
OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division
We just split it down the middle so you can see both the visions
Been spitting it damn near ten years, why the **** would be be quitting
****, *****

E-Mac (interlude)

length: 0:25
performer: E‐Mac
writer: Big Boi

From Texas to G A niggaz bleeding your speakerboxx
Playas staying bold ho putting down is offin" your socks
We're killas dropping mean and dropping screens
North Dallas ain't a criminal fool
It's all the same team
It's all the same team
It's all the same team
It's all the same team


Knowing

length: 3:33
producer: Mr. DJ
lead vocals: Big Boi
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: John Frye and Moka Nagatani
keyboard: Big Boi
additional: André 3000
programming: Big Boi
writer: André Benjamin, Big Boi, Mr. DJ
[Chorus]
Brothers on the block knowing
(from this point on it only gets rougher!)
Sisters at the crib knowing
(from this point on it only gets rougher!)
Preachers at the church knowing, we still get by
(from this point on it only gets rougher!)
Teachers at the school knowing
(from this point on it only gets rougher!)
Ladies on the block knowing
(from this point on it only gets rougher!)
Junkies on the corner knowing, but still get high
(from this point on it only gets rougher!)

[Big Boi]
Well here's a formal introduction
Something to make you ponder
The situation's ugly, like "In Living Color"'s Wanda (word up!)
Well everybody play dumb, but there's some that succumb

And fall victim, I will overcome any hurdle or obstacle that's in my path
Fast cash should be the last resort so make it last for the risk you took
Trick, you shook your *** for some hundred dollar heels and a designer bag
Now that's *** backwards

All you got in the refrigerator is bratwurst
Your stomach is balled in a knot, you got that phat purse
Pocketbook, stop and look, pockets look void
Destroyed by the need to indulge and enjoy the finer things in life right?

Your dignity, your only sacrifice, slim as your chances of being somebody's wife
They seeing ya butt, booty naked every night, ain't nothing right or wrong!

[Chorus]

[Big Boi]
Even though things started falling apart
Wanda went and bought a Honda
Now she's out of a job, she would slob on a knob
For a little less than a yard, a massage you could drill her like a sarge

She would charge and rob
Pick through yo' pockets
She got the tricks watch and the silver locket
That he bought for his wife but Wanda left her license

On the night stand ****in' with this white man
She met in a little red Corvette paid for sex
Made a deal that she would never forget you can bet
Every action has a positive and equal reaction

Therefore everything that goes around comes around in that fashion
Fast and furiously, the was a knock on the sliding glass door (*****, it's me!)
You thought you was slick the way you hit me for that lick
But you slipped now I'm getting in your ****!

[Chorus]

Flip Flop Rock

length: 4:36
producer: Big Boi
guest lead vocals: Killer Mike and JAY‐Z
lead vocals: Big Boi
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: John Frye
guitar family: David Whild
background vocals: Sleepy Brown, Backbone, Big Gipp, Debra Killings and Mildryln “Big Gul” Andrews
keyboard: Marvin “Chanz” Parkman
co-producer: Mr. DJ
turntable: Cutmaster Swift
bass guitar: Debra Killings
writer: Michael Render, Big Boi, JAY‐Z, Mr. DJ
Yeah, ATLiens style on y'all ***
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration holla!)
(Young Hov' in the place to be, Big Boi in the place to be)
(Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin') (*****)
(I brought the whole hood with me)
You got red dirt in your Afro
(Young Hov' in the place to be) (yeah)
(Outkast in the place to be) (yeah)

Did you ever think that you would be the ***** on the block
Didn't have to break a steerin' column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner
You never took the time out, examine yourself Boi
Are you black, white, asian?
Indonesian, or Borean-that's black and Korean
We on the same team if we breathin'
I jumped off the subject to see if you was seein'
That we drop a little science off in every verse
They put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon' curse
But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get devoured
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any height
Because I might just snap on a ****-*** *****
Might clap a cap at a sucker-*** *****
In the meantime, Daddy Fat sacks gon' chill out
He might just, pull out his pistol
And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harded
Than the park bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother James
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a pair
A player stiffen the competition
Pressed like Levi's toughskins, on minus one
Negative one minus negative one is nothin'
Bustin' d-boy raps and player poems
The "Kast **** ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the crowd original material while you bore 'em
Your life show consists of eveybody's **** but you're-uns
Do you own ****! In your life show (bitin *** *****)

Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housing (*****)
I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)
Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housing (*****)
I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)

Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze
With her Eye's Wide Shut, before I ashed to hit her gut
If you brunette, Legally Blonde, I might respond
Take you to Swan Lake, and beyond
Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clop on
I switch the flow so quick you cannot fa-thom
I take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea
And try to grab one line or sentence
Rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist
And give him a clean bill of health
Wealth might make you look good but you sound like ****
And your team looking shitty to death

My ***** Big Boi said "Watch 'em as they gawk and they gander"
You can follow or lead like Commander Picard
You can have The Whole World
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, over stand
This young player's line
I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme
Focused on every word, and line
Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime
I was born to talk **** and prove mine, and I'm
The epitome of raw rhyme
Got signed, got serious about the craft
Of raw rhyme and I got mine, Aquemini's
Murderous monster move minds
Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime
When you see I'm comin' holla one-time, holla one-time
When you see I'm comin' holla one-time (one-time)

Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housing (*****)
I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)
Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housing (*****)
I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)

Don't, you, like, to groove
In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
To run yo' tennis shoes
Don't, it, matter to you
That Outkast we got that slump for y'all
Keep that funk for y'all

When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
As a interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops
And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm them interviews
Dudes want to know what he copped
And where you got that, and how could they buy that
Where the million dollar watch at, stop that!
Why that, why this, *****s want to hijack the flyness
I'm on a whole 'nother plane
A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin'
Understand what I'm sayin'
Hov' and Outkast, what you think about that?
Really don't matter though what you *****s chatter though
Anybody get out of line then you trust
That the mac'll go are-are-are-are-rap, got you killed for that alone
Back on the **** back on the strip
Another hit I'm not goin' miss

Don't, you, like, to groove
In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
To run yo' tennis shoes
Don't, it, matter to you
That Outkast we got that slump for y'all
Keep that funk for y'all

Interlude

length: 1:15
writer: Big Boi
OutKast,
Tea's long,
Tea's strong,
Lastin' long vs. long lastin',
Education, however, the difference between the two
Which do you live in, yo'self?
To draw a master plan without a flaw
Somethin' lastin' long leaves a compromising position,
Everything that isn't becomes questionable, unbelieveable, and becomes weak at some point,
Done got the strength t blow and to hit jackin' this joint
Somethin' long lastin'
Big Boi and Dre, the duo whose chemistry gave the potion a rare fate,
Two Atlanta boys that came into this industry,
For the same ol' boys to be OutKast, raps an' OutBlast the peers of the game,
Move with the groove an' don't let the smooth groove fool yu,
So it is, believe in the dirty Southernplayalllisticcaddilac-funky-aliens,
The kind that makes Aquemini,
Big Boi and Dre presents OutKast,
So get ready to bump!
808-style, 2
"The Speakerboxxx" and "The Love Below"
Two albums
With the ame ol' flow
Now enjoy it
Me?
Signin' off
A-K-A
Possum Dre

Reset

length: 4:36
producer: Big Boi
guest lead vocals: Khujo Goodie and CeeLo Green
lead vocals: Big Boi
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: John Frye
background vocals: Debra Killings
keyboard: Marvin “Chanz” Parkman
membranophone programming: Big Boi
writer: Willie Knighton, Big Boi, CeeLo Green
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason

Ain't it funny how you're born and then your life begins
Just like a baby all alone, that's if you wasn't a twin
You must begin to fend for self when the umbilical's cut
The doctor put you under the heating lamp, your spirit is touched
You know what, I take that back, why? You was alive
Date of conception, interception cause the sperm did collide
From T 'n A to DNA, feelings turn to children
The morning after pill didn't put a halt to our very existence
We living, breathing, soon we'll be teething
Our granny got a goal and now we want one for that reason
An adolescent mind is so impressionable in those stages
But parents got to parent their kids to keep them out of cages
Cell therapists beware of this lugie that I spit
Incarceration without rehabilitation really don't mean ****
Little Ricky's home, he gotta serve probation for six months
But Uncle Donnel and Ol' Dirty Bastard still in the joint
Reset

Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason

Good does not come without pain
Meaning, before it gets better, it's going get worse
Like my homies on the sick side still dying over turf
That don't belong to us
I mean us, left in the dust
Try to catch up with massah
I used to wanna wrap my hands around the esophagus of them crackers
But Ephesians 6:12 said it wasn't flesh and blood that we wrestle against
Principalities, powers of this world
Rulers of darkness and spiritual wickedness
In high places, so throw that whole armor of righteousness
I spark this thing, but my name ain't Bubba
I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover
And brothers that wax fat and forget all about the struggle
Yeah, come on, come on
Guess what, guess what
Time to reset this thing

Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason

Listen to me
I awaken to sunlight that's beyond bright
This day will be done right
There is a war, just waiting on the other side of the door
But I'll be bringing God to the gunfight
Can't live forever, so have some fun, right
Life's a bowl of candy, you can have one, right
You can handle if tomorrow never comes, right
You'll get used to singing if only for one night
But I intend to raise two daughters and a son right
And I couldn't have wrote this if I was hopeless
And see I focus to provoke this
So open wide for my opinionated opus
Stop playing Go Fish, but not below this
Before I go, I thought that you all should know this
Recognize and realize before any regretting
Before you relapse, perhaps you'll consider resetting

Start over again
Everything happens for a reason

D-Boi (interlude)

length: 0:41
writer: André Benjamin, James Hollins, Brian Loving, Big Boi
Time to be hanging out with the D-Boi's
You know your a D-Boi
Because someone frightin something like havin two daddies
One time my home boy frighted me a 8 ball at 3 oclock
And at 4:30 he wanted the money back

He rob me all the time man
How you gonna frightin me somebody an frightin you?
He aint no real real hustler, the dude shootin at both of us
He aint gettin you a quarter pound til we coming up

A real D-Boi you know you gotta get you own work!
You dont get harry your own supply!
Til later on at night I gotta drop of 'bout 30 keys...
Car keys.....

Last Call

length: 3:57
producer: André 3000
guest lead vocals: Slimm Calhoun
lead vocals: Big Boi
guest lead vocals & background vocals: Mello
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: John Frye
keyboard: André 3000
guest additional: Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz
programming: André 3000
bass guitar: Debra Killings
wind instruments: Horns Unlimited
writer: André Benjamin, James Hollins, Brian Loving, Big Boi
To them *****s that be holding the wall, **** y'all!
Hit the floor start shaking it off, yes y'all!
What we drinking? We drinking it all
We gon' do it 'till we can't or we fall last call!
To them ************s holding the wall, **** y'all
Hit the floor start shaking it off, Yes y'all
What we drinking? We drinking it all
We gon' do it 'till we can't or we fall last call!

Now look here! I'm gon' hit the club man, I'm gon' get some love
I'm the coolest ***** ain't gon' spend mo than a dub
I'll go tell them broads and they chicken-head friends!
No Ferrari, no Jag, no Bentley or no Benz!
Might just play the wall with this mean look on my grill
Act like I'm hate of the Haitian from Hateville
I remember her, act like she don't remember me
When I was Cadillac Coupe De villain' chicken-head drillin'!

To them *****s that be holding the wall (**** y'all!)
Hit the floor start shaking it off (yes y'all!)
What we drinking? We drinking it all
We gon' do it 'till we can't or we fall last call!
To them ************s holding the wall (**** y'all)
Hit the floor start shaking it off (yes y'all)
What we drinking? We drinking it all
We gon' do it 'till we can't or we fall last call!

I'm goin' get that fresh fire fade and then I'm goin' get laid!
Like some finger waves on payday, my lady you won't get paid!
Making an early morning serenade for you to start your day
Or the sound of a starter pistol fired close to where you lay
Last call for alcohol make a fast call for the hay
The dirty doctor has informed me, the drought has ended today
With no delay and four piece brizzle
We on our ay for a brief stay at a sweet place with a petite face to play

To them *****s that be holding the wall (**** y'all!)
Hit the floor start shaking it off (yes y'all!)
What we drinking? We drinking it all
We gon' do it 'till we can't or we fall last call!
To them ************s holding the wall (**** y'all)
Hit the floor start shaking it off (yes y'all)
What we drinking? We drinking it all
We gon' do it 'till we can't or we fall last call!

Them boys something wild, don't crack no smile!
Closet like the wild kingdom, fox, minks to crocodiles
Pop tops on what we drink, so sit back for awhile
Matter of fact, light that and I'll be right back
They want a couple more bottles
I got somthing for 'em to swallow
Anybody ever told you you look like a model?
You know the story, she bit, the hook, line, the follow
I got my hooks in the back and I'm gonna grind until tomorrow
They call me Mack Rap-A-licious
And when I bubble I blow trouble up in your ear
They call me Mack Rap-A-licious
And when I bubble it's trouble all up in your dear!

To them *****s that be holding the wall (**** y'all!)
Hit the floor start shaking it off (yes y'all!)
What we drinking? We drinking it all
We gon' do it 'till we can't or we fall last call!
To them ************s holding the wall (**** y'all)
Hit the floor start shaking it off (yes y'all)
What we drinking? We drinking it all
We gon' do it 'till we can't or we fall last call!

Yes, I know what excite them hoes
Mink coats, reptilian feet, bite them hoes
Got a partner, on his mind sick!
He say he love this old coke strung out stripper *****
Why he so dumb?
I'm so pimp it's ridiculous
Got tinted windows on my ride I'm inconspicuous
Ride with this pretty thing
She ain't yours she wish you was
We don't stop and it's so repeated and continuous
Mello Caponne, Don Huggy Bear
Pokey the ****in' pimpolous ain't that cute but slick 'em out them drawers
I'm so infamous, dead serious!
From the club to the Caddy to the Holiday Inn
From the dust to the dawn we gon' do it again!

To them *****s that be holding the wall (**** y'all!)
Hit the floor start shaking it off (yes y'all!)
What we drinking? We drinking it all
We gon' do it 'till we can't or we fall last call!
To them ************s holding the wall (**** y'all)
Hit the floor start shaking it off (yes y'all)
What we drinking? We drinking it all
We gon' do it 'till we can't or we fall last call!

Bowtie (postlude)

length: 0:35
writer: Big Boi, Jazze Pha, Sleepy Brown
Girl you cut up
Girl you know you cut up

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cummerbund with no suspenders
My torpedo, you libido
Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys
To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this
Smack on smack on some of this **** tracy
Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker
You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor
Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream
She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things
Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where I's

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Oh, lord! How can it be so hard?
To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique
You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak
Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that
But it takes years of perseverance and experience to get that cat!
So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with some of that
On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack!
As we strut skip the line through the glass window glance
We look fine, right on time
As we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've come to play
Everybody's watching cause them furs just hit the door
While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floor
To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you need
Throw your hands up if you feel me! Throw your hands up if you feel me!
Cause we well designed, like the finest wine
Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why
I got the ladies in line, because they can't deny
So raise your hands to the sky cause we super fly

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

The Love Below (intro)

length: 1:28
lead vocals: André 3000
keyboard: André 3000
programming: André 3000
writer: André Benjamin

Some say Atlanta
Some say New York
Some say Paris, France but...
Who knows... where this flower... grows

Love Hater

length: 2:50
producer: André 3000
membranophone: Jef van Veen
lead vocals: André 3000
mixer: Neal Pogue
recording engineer: John Frye
guitar family: Darryl Smith
keyboard: Kevin Kendrick
wind instruments arranger: Horns Unlimited
wind instruments: Horns Unlimited
writer: André Benjamin, Kevin Kendrick
Everybody needs a glass of water today to chase the hate away
You know you've got company coming over, so you scrub extra hard
And everybody needs somebody to love before it's too late...it's too late
Don't nobody want to grow older, right?
Everybody needs someone to rub their shoulders, scratch their dandruff
And everybody needs to quit actin' hard and ****
Before you get your *** whooped (I'll slap the **** outta ya!)
Everybody needs somebody to love before it's too late...it's too late

Love Hater, Love Hater
Hater of Love
Love Hater, Love Hater
Hater of Love
Love Hater
Everybody needs someone to love [Repeat: x2]

God (interlude)

length: 2:20
performer: André 3000
writer: André Benjamin
God
Come in God
God come in God
Damn you're a girl
Well, I guess the reason I am talking to you tonight is
Cause I've been doing a lot of thinking and
I consider myself a pretty cool guy
And I've never cheated on any of my girlfriends
Well, well except that one little time in Japan but
That was just some head, and head don't count right?
Ah, thanks God I knew you'd understand
Well, I just feel like,
Well, to be honest with you
God, I just need a sweet *****
You know, somebody not too fast
But not too slow
Cause I don't have it all my damn self
And life ain't easy
You know you just want somebody by your side to help smooth that thang out
You know what I'm talking bout?
And, at this point
I mean I am not being picky
She doesn't even have to have a big ol' ***
But you know
Just something well proportioned to her body
You know a nice little tail
You know
What?
You say, you say you found somebody?
Is she cute?
So when do I get to meet her?
Ah, God your the greatest
Well, I guess ill talk to you later
Amen
Oh I'm sorry, I'm sorry
A lady

Happy Valentine’s Day

length: 5:23
producer: André 3000
lead vocals: André 3000
double bass: Kelvin Brandon and Moffet Morris
mixer: Dexter Simmons
recording engineer: John Frye, Robert Hannon and Pete Novak
guitar family: Kevin Kendrick and André 3000
additional: Myrna “Skreechy Peach” Crenshaw and Joi
composer: André Benjamin
lyricist: André Benjamin
[Intro: Andre 3000]
My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing

[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
I don't think y'all heard me!
I just wanna say Happy Valentine's Day!
Every day the 14th!
Can y'all dig that?
Now when arrows don't penetrate, see
Cupid grabs the pistol (Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here!)
And he shoots straight for your heart
And when he won't miss you!
That's alright 'cause y'all won't believe in me anyways
But..

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya won't believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's all this talk about Santa Claus, but see
love will rule reign supreme)

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th! (You got it!)
When Cupid knocks at your door
You can't ignore me!
There's no need to run!
So, Happy Valentine's Day (Hey!)
Every day the 14th!
I may have it all wrong, see
If you know what loves mean, well
Well, somebody tell me!
'Cuz they just don't believe in me!

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's so much fuss about Santa Claus, but see
Cupid will not be defeated!)

[Verse 3: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
Now I know your hearts have grown cold
And that bothers me
Now I understand 'cause I use to be a bad boy in my day
I know you're trying to protect your lil' feelings
but you can't run away
Oooh ooh!

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy..
(Hey! Don't you supposed to be some kind of player or something?)
Bunny!

[Talking: Andre 3000]
Well keep on runnin', player
'Cause I got my good shoes on
And I got 'em tied up tight
So, you're going to find out tonightttttttttt!

[Verse 4: Andre 3000]
Got a sweet lil' darling back in my corner
Below I know I love her, but act like I don't want her
Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner
Could be an organ donor
The way I give up my heart, but
Never know because - shit, I never tell her!
Ask me about my feelings I'd holla' that it's irrela'
I don't get myself caught up in the Jello gella'
And puddin' pops, that others opt to call falling in love, but
For the record, have you ever rode a horse?
Would I like for you to take me to Pluto?
I said, "Of course!"
But if you ain't a sweety indeedy, I won't endorse
Hans Solo till I'm hit by the bullet, so may the force
Be with you, and I'll hit you when better time permits
For now, give me examples of why you're the shit!
But how am I to know with the profession that I'm in?
And if you do not know me, then how could you be my friend?

[Chorus: Andre 3000, Joi, and "Skreechy Peachy"]
Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's
Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine's Day

[Continue Chorus until fade]


Spread

length: 3:51
producer: André 3000
lead vocals: André 3000
trumpet: Horns Unlimited
mixer: Neal Pogue
recording engineer: Robert Hannon, Pete Novak and John Frye
electric bass guitar: Kevin Smith
keyboard: Kevin Kendrick
turntable: Cutmaster Swift
composer: André Benjamin
lyricist: André Benjamin
[Chorus 1]
I don't want to move too fast, but
Can't resist your sexy ass
Just spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)
Don't want to come on too strong, but
I'll play in you all day long
Just spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)

[Verse 1]
I... I can't read minds, but I can read yours
I think she says that she wants to pour your..
your... yourself all over me
What you think? I could be wrong, but peoples don't lie
And if they do, bu God, they must fry! (fry?!)
You know, like electric chair
The way you stare (yeah I'm there)
You committed a crime and I'm the victim

[Rap]
I've got an eye out for she who cries out passionately
We'll do things backwardly, forwardly, horizontally
I'm too young to be settling down
quick to change my mind tomorrow
So now can I borrow your timid torso
More so than your soul, honest me gotta be how I roll
Fuck the rhythm, fuck the rhythm under your bosom
You're the prism, Shirley Chislom
Was the first, let's rehearse making a baby
Put in your order, I want a baby daughter
Dance on the tip of my tongue
Shake the clouds 'til there's no more wetness in them
Tell your homegirls that you will send them
A postcard from 3000... HARD!

[Hook 2]
Don't want to make you feel strange, but
Don't let these words be in vain, so
Spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)
Nature knows that I want you, but
Not unless you want me too, so
Spread, spread for me
(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)

[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]


Where Are My Panties?

length: 1:54
performer: André 3000
writer: André Benjamin

(andre 3000):
the morning after...
(girl):
what time is it? 7:48! where where are my where where where are my panties?
oh my god where are my panties?...
damn where...
i don't...,
he gon think im a ho...
fuck that i liked it,...
i was drunk and it was my birthday anyway...
maybe i should just lay here and let him touch my booty...
mmmmm but he dont even know my name...

(andre 3000):
i know she think that i just think she some kind of ho...
i don't give a shit bout give in it up on the first night...
that just lettin me know...
she know what she want outta life...
what a hell a way to god damn wake up,...
oh that shit was good oh maybe...
she'd get me some breakfast she so goddamn sweet, sweet as she wanna be... oh i just oh i wanna lay in her hair...
you can't fall for it, don't fall for it Ice Cold (ice cold!!!)
maybe i just roll over and lay on her booty yeah nah no no no , just lay and be cool be cool (ice cold!!) but what if she, what if she, what if she, what if she's the one........

Prototype

length: 5:26
producer: André 3000
lead vocals: André 3000
mixer: Neal Pogue
recording engineer: Matthew Still and John Frye
guitar family: André 3000
keyboard: Kevin Kendrick
bass guitar: Aaron Mills
composer: André Benjamin
lyricist: André Benjamin
I hope that you're the one
If not, you are the prototype
We'll tiptoe to the sun
And do things I know you like

[Chorus]
I think I'm in love again [Repeat: x2]

Today must be my lucky day
Baby, you are the prototype
Do sumn' outta the ordinary
Like catch a manatee
Baby you are the prototype
I think I'm..

[Chorus]

If we happen to part
Lord knows I don't want that
But hey, we can't be mad at God
We met today for a reason
I think I'm on the right track now

[Chorus]

The Scene
Come here

[Chorus]

Girl, right now I want to say, I want to say
I want to say stank you very much
For picking me up
And bringing me back to this world
I can't, I'm not
I can't afford to not record
I thank I want to say
I thank I want to say stank you, stank you
Smelly much!
For picking me up and bringing me back to this world
Hey, hey John! Are we recording our ad libs?
Really? Were we recording just then?
Let me hear that, that first one
When I first started

She Lives in My Lap

length: 4:27
producer: André 3000
lead vocals: André 3000
trumpet: Horns Unlimited
performer: Rosario Dawson
mixer: Neal Pogue
recording engineer: John Frye and Terrence Cash
guitar family: Tomi Martin
keyboard: Marvin “Chanz” Parkman
guest additional: Rosario Dawson
turntable: Cutmaster Swift
bass guitar: Aaron Mills
guitar family & tenor saxophone: André 3000
writer: André Benjamin, Volume 10, Eric Vidal, Nick Vidal, Roger Troutman
What's wrong? What are you afraid of?
The Love Below

She stays alone, never sheds a single tear
She stays in the coolest moods, clearly woman of the year
She and all her girlfriends, they go out dressed to win
She comes back to the cooler side of town
but she lives in my lap

[Chorus]
She lives in my lap [Repeat: x6]
Forever my fiance
She lives in my lap
Don't need no chain
She lives in my lap
I'll get the courage one day

Make me want you, make me miss you
make me wonder where you are, then forget you
Girl remind me, just who we are
We're oh so close, but yet so far

Baby why are you acting like this?
I don't care about any of them
I care about you!
Baby I Love you!

You've got me open wide (I love you)
Just Come inside (baby)
It's yours (it's yours)
I'm yours (I'm yours)
For sure (for sure)
Play baby play

[Chorus: Repeats]

Hey Ya!

length: 3:55
producer: André 3000
lead vocals: André 3000
mixer: Neal Pogue
recording engineer: Pete Novak, John Frye and Robert Hannon
keyboard: Kevin Kendrick
programming: André 3000
acoustic guitar & keyboard: André 3000
composer: André Benjamin
lyricist: André Benjamin
One, two, three!
My baby don't mess around
Cause she loves me so
This I know fo sho!

But does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me walk out tha door
Don't try to fight the feeling
Because the thought alone is killin' me right now
Thank God for Mom and Dad
For sticking to together
Like we don't know how

Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!

You think you've got it
Oh, you think you've got it
But got it just don't get it when there's nothin' at all
We get together
Oh, we get together
But separate's always better when there's feelings involved
Know what they say -its:
Nothing lasts forever!
Then what makes it, then what makes it
Then what makes it, then what makes it
Then what makes love the exception?
So why, oh, why, oh
Why, oh, why, oh, why, oh
Are we still in denial when we know we're not happy here

Hey ya! (y'all don't want to here me, ya just want to dance) Hey ya!
Don't want to meet your daddy (oh ohh), just want you in my caddy (oh ohh)
Hey ya! (oh, oh!) Hey ya! (oh, oh!)
Don't want to meet your momma, just want to make you cum-a (oh,oh!)
I'm (oh,oh) I'm (oh,oh) I'm just being honest! (oh,oh)
I'm just being honest!
Hey! alright now! alright now, fellas!
Yea?
Now, what cooler than being cool?
Ice cold!
I can't hear ya! I say what's, what's cooler than being cool?
Ice cold!
Alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright!
Okay, now ladies!
Yea?
Now we gonna break this thang down for just a few seconds,
Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin',
I want to see you on your badest behavior!
Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor!
Ah! Here we go now,
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it,
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it,
Shake it like a Polaroid picture! Hey ya!
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it,
Shake it, shake it, shake it, suga!
Shake it like a Polaroid picture!
Now all the Beyonce's, and Lucy Lu's, and baby dolls,
Get on tha floor get on tha floor!
Shake it like a Polaroid picture!
Oh, you! oh, you!
Hey ya!(oh, oh) Hey ya!(oh, oh)
Hey ya!(oh, oh) Hey ya!(oh, oh)
Hey ya!(oh, oh) Hey ya!(oh, oh)

Roses

length: 6:10
producer: André 3000 and Dojo5
lead vocals: André 3000
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: Pete Novak and John Frye
background vocals: Killer Mike
keyboard: Kevin Kendrick
writer: André Benjamin, Matt Boykin, Big Boi
Caroline!(Caroline!) Caroline!
All the guys would say she's mighty fine(Mighty fine!)
But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time
And the other half either got you cussed out, or coming up short.
Yeah, now dig this, even though(Even though!)
You'd need a golden calculator to divide(To divide!)
The time it took to look inside and realize that
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!

[Chorus x2]
I know you'd like to think your **** don't stink
But lean a little bit closer
See that roses really smell like poo-poo-oo
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-oo

Caroline!(Caroline!) See she's the reason for the word "*****"(*****!)
I hope she's speeding on the way to the club
Trying to hurry up to get to some
Baller or singer or somebody like that
And try to put on her makeup in the mirror
And crash, crash, craaash.. into a ditch! (Just Playing!)
She needs a golden calculator to divide
The time it takes to look inside and realize that
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!

[Chorus x2]

Well she's got a hotty's body, but her attitude is potty
When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty
I said, "Shorty, would you call me?"
She said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?"
I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursing"
Oh so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of an ATM receipt
But game, been peeped, dropping names she's weak
Trickin' off this ***** is lost
Must take me for a geek, ah, quick way to eat,
Ah, neat place sleep, ah, rent-a-car for a week, ah, trick for a treat..Noo
Go, on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless
Regardless, we don't want to get involved without our lawyers
And judges, just to hold grudges in the courtroom,
I want to see ya support bra not support you!

[Chorus x4]

Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasin' cars
What happens when the dough get so low
*****, you ain't that fine
No waaay...no waaay...noo waaaaay

Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasin' cars
What happens when the dough get so low
*****, you ain't that fine
No waaay...no waaay...noo waaaaay

Crazy *****

*****,
Stupid *** *****,
Old punk *** *****,
Old dumbass *****,
A *****'s *****,
Just a *****

Stupid *** *****,
Old punk *** *****,
Old dumbass *****,
A *****'s *****,
Just a *****

Good Day, Good Sir

length: 1:25
performer: Fonzworth Bentley and Benjamin André
writer: André Benjamin
[Switching on and off between Andre "3000" and "Bentley Farnsworth"]
[Andre]
Ahhh, such sweet sound
The Fiddler on the Fuckin' Roof
Is that Mr. Bentley Fonzworth?

[Bentley Farnsworth]
Indeed it is Sir

Good day, good sir
How do you do? Look fine

[Bentley Farnsworth]
Fantastically well
I am certainly not fine by far
But you could say
I'm close to spectacular

[Andre]
Close to spectacular? How so?

[Bentley Farnsworth]
Open your eyes
Spectacular's right in front of you

[Andre]
Whatever you say... your spectacular

[Bentley Farnsworth]
No I'm fantastically well

[Andre]
Come on man make up your mind
A minute ago you said you were fine

[Bentley Farnsworth]
No I said I'm close to spectacular
But I'm meeting fine in a minute

[Andre]
Close to spectacular?
You said you were fantastically well

[Bentley Farnsworth]
Exaxtly

[Andre]
Exactly?? Which one are you?
Close to spectacular or Fantastically well?

[Bentley Farnsworth]
I am certainly and without a doubt
Fantastically well and was close to Spectacular but I must say
You just pissed spectacular off
And don't even mention exactly...
But here comes fine right now

[Andre]
Oh lord, she is fine

[Woman] Gentlemen

[Bentley Farnsworth] Behold

[together] A lady


[Thanks to phate_227@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
[Thanks to csdream02@aol.com for correcting these lyrics]

Behold a Lady

length: 4:37
producer: André 3000
lead vocals: André 3000
mixer: Dexter Simmons
recording engineer: Pete Novak and John Frye
keyboard: André 3000
programming: André 3000
lyricist: André Benjamin
composer: André Benjamin
Sophistophone, aristocrats
Distinguished stars, clean up your acts
Pull up your pants, ladies and gents
Please, act like you got some sense
You know what I really want to know?
Where do all the good girls go
What clubs they hang in?

[Chorus]
Behold a lady
I see you standin' on the wall
Clap, clap, you deserve it all [Repeat]
Candy-coated unicorns are quite hard to find
The classic lady, a rare breed indeed
Is that make and model discontinued?

Today I might snow, tomorrow I'll rain
3000's always changing but you stay the same
And I need that, hey I need that (In my life)
When I feel washed up and inadequate
And throw all my songs away, no matter how mad I get
You make me smile, you make me smile
You make me smile, you make me
You're the anchor that holds me down
When my ship is sinking
You won't let me drown and I'm grateful

[Chorus]

Yo' mama's old fashioned, yo' daddy don't play
You'll always be this lovely
'Cause they raised you that way
Hallelujah! Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
You're not extra, you're so plain Jane
The yin to my yang, darlin'
You've got that thang and you know it
But yet you don't and that's what's so cool
You don't say too much, but when you do it's profound
In the street you hold your head high
At home you get low down for me
(Can't get no lower, can't get no lower, can't get no lower, yeah!)
Hoo! You're the anchor that holds me down
When my ship is sinking, you won't let me drown

Sad, but one day our kids will have to visit museums
To see what a lady looks like
So if you find one, I beg you, hold her tight
If you spot one, good sir, treat her right
This is Benjamin Andre signing off
Thanks a million
Good luck and goodnight.

Pink & Blue

length: 5:05
producer: André 3000
conductor: Benjamin Wright
lead vocals: André 3000
double bass: Kevin O'Neal and Kelvin Brandon
mixer: Dexter Simmons
recording engineer: John Frye, Darrell Thorp, Reginald Dozier and Pete Novak
violin: Charles Veal Jr., Tibor Zelig, Mark Casillas, Marisa McLeod, Mark Cargill, Richard Adkins, Yaroslav Kettner, Louis Kabok, Jim Sitterly and Gina Kronstadt
viola: Michele Nardone, Patrick Morgan, Robin Ross and Marcy Dicterow Vaj
cello: John Krovoza, Martin Smith, Lisa Chien and Catherine Chan
strings arranger: Benjamin Wright
writer: André Benjamin, R. Kelly
(Aaliyah)
age aint nuthin but a number [repeats4x & fades out]

[Andre 3000]
Pretty pink, baby blue
Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new
We're all (we're all) just babies in my view
So crawl baby
Crawl baby
Pretty pink, baby blue
Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new
We're all (we're all) just babies in my view
So crawl baby
Crawl baby

Miss lady
You could have been born a little later but I don't care
So what if your head sports a couple of grey hairs
Same here, and actually I think that's funky
(In a Claire Huxtable type way)
Miss lady
It looks to me like you need a little juice in your life
So call me when that big ole house gets lonelyfied
And I'll teleport from here to there
You show me how it's supposed to be done
I'll make sure you have young fun

Pretty pink, baby blue
Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new
We're all (we're all) just babies in my view
So crawl baby
Crawl baby
Pretty pink, baby blue
Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new
We're all (we're all) just babies in my view
So crawl baby
Crawl baby

You're sophisticated
Just me and miss lady
You've got me talkin like a baby
You make me talk baby talk
She's so sophisticated
You make me talk baby talk
Just me and miss lady
She makes me talk baby talk
Got me talkin like a baby
Like ga ga and goo goo
Oh momma
You're so sophisticated
Make me talk baby talk
Just me and miss lady
You're so experienced
Got me talkin like a baby
Teach me somethin new
Teach me somethin new
You're sophisticated
Just me and miss lady
You got me talkin like a baby

Love in War

length: 3:26
producer: André 3000
lead vocals: André 3000
mixer: Kevin Davis
recording engineer: Matthew Still and John Frye
turntable: Cutmaster Swift
strings: David Arenz, David Braitberg, Eric V. Johnson, Ellie Arenz, Rich Keller, William Murphy and Sandy Salzinger
strings arranger: Rich Keller
composer: André Benjamin
lyricist: André Benjamin
[Chorus: x2]
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do what's right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for?

Tonight we'll make the prettiest song that no one will ever hear
No one will ever hear
No one will ever
These ain't the times to be alone

Cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is near

Cliche the end is
Quickly approaching while we carry on
No one is promised another day
Why can't the story end like fairy tales often do
Before I let you leave I've got to say

[Chorus: x2]

She’s Alive

length: 4:07
producer: André 3000
membranophone: Jef van Veen
lead vocals: André 3000
double bass: Kelvin Brandon
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: John Frye and Pete Novak
keyboard: Kevin Kendrick
wind instruments: Horns Unlimited
writer: André Benjamin, Kevin Kendrick
[Bridge: Andre 3000]
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must be
A pain
But she's alive

[Andre 3000]
The year was 1975
That night crickets cried
They knew what was going down
Three girls travel a long country road
And one said she thinks it's time
This baby wants to come right now

[Bridge]

I was scufflin' going to school
I was scufflin' working at night
And you know what
I truly believe
And that's why I tell a lot of parents
Single parents, don't tell me what God can't do.
I made sure you had
I never felt like you should be deprived of anything
If a man didn't want to take care of his child
You move on
And that's what I did
I moved on

[Bridge]

A boy
To raise
At, at a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive

He always wanted to be a father
But he never took care of you
He ain't have no money
He ain't have nothin'
How can you care about somebody
And you never give the welfare of them

[Bridge]

A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
But she's alive
To be
Made strong
But all
Alone
Must

And I knew I had to go that road by myself

[Andre 3000]
She's alive

Dracula’s Wedding

length: 2:33
producer: André 3000
guest lead vocals: Kelis
lead vocals: André 3000
performer: Kelis
mixer: Pete Novak
recording engineer: Brian Paturalski, John Frye and Pete Novak
composer: André Benjamin
lyricist: André Benjamin
[Andre 3000]
You're all I've ever wanted
But I'm terrified of you
See, my castle may be haunted
But I'm terrified of you
I've cast my spell on millions
But I'm terrified of you
Baby, I do this from the ceiling
But I'm terrified of you

I wait my whole life to bite the right one
Then you come along and that freaks me out
So I'm frightened
Dracula's wedding

I never ran from no one
But I'm terrified of you
See, my heartbeat is a slow one
But I'm terrified of you
I've been around for ages
But I'm terrified of you
Drag my thing across the stage
But yet I'm terrified of you

I wait my whole life to bite the right one
Then you come along and that freaks me out
So I'm frightened
Dracula's wedding

You know I'm terrified [Repeat: x3]
Shh...here she comes

[Kelis]
(3000, 3000, 3000, 3000)
Give me the chance to dance romance
Don't run, I'm not the sun
So much at stake
Oh, bad choice of words
But I'm not the gun
With silver bullets
And I can count (1,2,3)
Plus I make great peanut butter & jelly sandwiches
Van Helsing

For richer or poorer
Through sickness and in health
'Til death do us part
'Til death do us part
You only live once
Well, not in our case
'Cause we live forever

My Favorite Things

length: 5:14
producer: André 3000
piano: Kevin Kendrick
mixer: John Frye
recording engineer: John Frye and Pete Novak
saxophone: Gary Harris
bass guitar: Aaron Mills
composer: Richard Rodgers
lyricist: Oscar Hammerstein II
Instrumental

Take Off Your Cool

length: 2:38
producer: André 3000
guest lead vocals: Norah Jones
lead vocals: André 3000
mixer: Neal Pogue
recording engineer: John Frye and Padraic Kerin
guitar family: André 3000
composer: André Benjamin
lyricist: André Benjamin
Hey ya [Repeat: x2]

[Norah Jones]
Baby, take off your cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you
Baby, don't be so cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you

[Andre 3000]
Baby, take off your cool
I want to get to know you
(Take off your cool)

Vibrate

length: 6:33
producer: André 3000
mixer: Neal Pogue
recording engineer: Pete Novak and John Frye
background vocals: Sleepy Brown
keyboard: Kevin Kendrick and Marvin “Chanz” Parkman
background vocals & lead vocals: André 3000
wind instruments: Horns Unlimited
composer: André Benjamin
lyricist: André Benjamin
[Chorus]
Every boy and girl, woman and man
When you feel you've done about the best you can
********** the wagon, come join the band
Vibrate, vibrate higher (Repeat)

Sometimes when it's late at night
And you have no one to talk to
Here's what you don', you go through that
Raggedy cell phone 'bout two or three times
Tracy ain't home, Tina ain't home
The Love Below start talkin' to ya

[Chorus]

The circumcision has already begun
Desensitizing the very thing or thang that Brought you into this ************ in the first place
And when I say "************" I do mean "************"
Because Mother Earth is dying
And we continue to **** her death
Play with your own score sheet,
Become the master of your own,
And Yes, God is watching you
But no need to be embarrassed
For the future is in your hands,
No the future is in your hand
Play with your own score sheet

[Chorus]

A Life in the Day of Benjamin André (Incomplete)

length: 5:10
performer: Benjamin André
writer: André Benjamin
I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You look at me like yeah ***** right
But you gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By night, just to pay for that ****, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose wasn't on the same page but in
The same book of life so I paged you when
I felt you that were getting off of work
Or either when you're on your way to school
We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
Just when I'm thinking I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up your skirt now
The events that followed had me folly if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far the best
Therefore hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these *****s in this house up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no it wasn't blow
Cook it in the basement then move it at a show
Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled ho
Meanwhile the video starts playing
BET college radio and a van
Pack full of *****s with a blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I'm saying
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip with the roam roam
So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits
But I promised I would call you when I got home
But, when I got home I never did
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some ***** in Decatur
Who replied see you later when he got the good news, that's life ****
Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac
My ***** had a Lex with the gold ?
Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop pop
So I got glock and a low jack
You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw
And never said much ?cause half of what he saw
Was so far from that place you want to be
That words only ****ed it up more follow me
Are you starting to gather what I'm getting at?
Now if I'm losing you tell me then I'll double back
But keep in mind, at the time keep it real was the phrase
Silly once said now, but those were the days
When spring break
And Daytona
And Freakniks
Made you want to
Drop out of college and never go back
Move to the south but that ain't a Kodiac
Moment, on went myself and big boi
Well you knew him as Twan
That's right you were around before this **** begun
When Twan had a daughter and
Sort of was made to mature before the first tour
We hit the road like jack
Laughed and cried and drive it back with some Yak
Girls used to say, y'all talk funny, y'all from the islands?
Laughed and they just keep smiling
No, I'm from Atlanta baby
He from Savannah, maybe
We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down hey we
Got to go because the bus is pulling out in 30 minutes
She's playing tennis disturbing the tenants
15-love
Fit like glove
Description is like
15 doves
In a Jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost
Making one woozy in the head in come a toast, agree?
Enough about me
How's about you?
How's the lil' kid?
She was about 2 the last time we spoke
I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink
Cause I started the second album off on another note
Now, that note threw some *****s in the hood off
But see I'd balled out, and before I fall I'd
Slow my Lac down to a nice speed
The brain is that fried egg I might need
New direction was apparent
I was a child looking at the floor staring
So changing my style was like release for the primitive beast
Yes I was on the rise, yeast was the street
To make bread-Never primary concern
Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn
I'd meet Muslims, gangsters, *****es, rastas, and macoroni *****s ? impostors
So on a trip to New York on some biz wax
I get invited to a club where emcees at
And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head
Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreads with
Which I was rocking at the time
When I was going through them phases trying to find
Anything that seemed real in this world
Still searching, but I started liking this girl
Now you know her
As Erykah on and on Badu
Call Tyrone on the phone why you
Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
The song wasn't about me and that ain't my name
We're young, in love, in short we had fun
No regrets no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do the language arts
Y'all stand against the wall blindfolded me throw the darts
To poke you in the heart
And take you from the start
To one luxury transportation in a Marta car
Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays
Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she's smart
Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
And he sells you that rabbit that's been sitting in his yard
You fix it up, you trick it out, you give it rims, you give it bump
You give it all your time because that's all you can think about
And that's as far as I got