OutKast - Claimin’ True Lyrics

writers: Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade
release date: 1994-4-26
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Conscious
length: 4:44
recording engineer: Sean Davis
membranophone programming: Organized Noize
assistant recording engineer: Mark Hawley
[Big Boi]
Well it is I, the pimp playing ***** that you heard about
Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses
I got the hookers on the go and player rhymes that I **** with
I buy amps that pops my trunk swift
I've been a player since the age of two
That's when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk
Do how them hoe sellers do
See born and raised as a pimp, that's what I claim to be
Always claiming true to what I do and then **** what I see
I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up
And make my money 'cause my daddy never showed up
But **** it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone
And nothing wrong, you don't belong, you left me standing alone
Yeah, I'm the ***** with the feather in my hat
Finger waves and snake skins, ****, I got all that
But you ain't know I'm the one dipping and dodging bullets
The price you pay when you behind it steady trying to pull it
So Dolemite, Dolemite not ****, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore
They were my idols when I was a kid
From nappy head, greasy face, eating watermelon
To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon

[Chorus: x2]

I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real *****s step up like the players that's in back of me

All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watching over me
Growin up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow to be
A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like coming harder
Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten
This ain't no secret garden, so you fly when *****s flee
If it is one of my own, I'm letting the trigger be
'cause I got love for any ***** who got love for me
And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slanging quarter keys
Just trying to make it, then of age, come through, take it
I ain't forgot about y'all women who be working *****s butt naked
At Magic City, shaking ******* just to pay the rent
Lord, trying to hustle must be something that was heaven sent
But I ain't got no sense, that's what I got them thinking
I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin'
'cause I be taking the rough side of the mountain
If you cross my path, I'll leave you draining like a fountain
Yes it's been like that since way back, in 1975
Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive
So little botty bwoy better say your prayers
You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya

[Chorus: x4]

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)