Aquemini
OutKast lyrics
OutKast lyrics
"Gansta Shit Lyrics"
Seasonal Affective Disorder Lyrics
black & white is all around and more is coming down melt into the shades of gray hence increased fatality darkest day & blackest night frigid all around kill the rain & beat the cold thaw me deep inside push me in, lock the door and throw away the key lay me down, wrap me up give me light therapy all is bright, all is still
[Big Boi]
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
You know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style
Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I wanna know
[Hook]
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon click
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
[Big Boi]
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
T
If you need some back-up find Jerome,
ya girl gonna give you grief at home
Just tell these hoez wanna be on the same team that she's layin on
[Hook]
[C-Bone]
Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough
When beef come areound can't let it go
When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
If you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what's up
It's T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve
It like it ain't about the money, we got to handl
black & white is all around and more is coming down melt into the shades of gray hence increased fatality darkest day & blackest night frigid all around kill the rain & beat the cold thaw me deep inside push me in, lock the door and throw away the key lay me down, wrap me up give me light therapy all is bright, all is still
[Big Boi]
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
You know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style
Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I wanna know
[Hook]
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon click
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
[Big Boi]
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
T
Bee Girl Lyrics
Bee girl, you're gonna die. You don't wanna be famous, you wanna be shy. Do your dances alone in your room. Becoming a star will become your doom. Bee Girl, be a girl. [2X] You know time is long, and life is short. Begin to live while you still can. Believe in nothing, believe me, Those who can be trusted can change their mind. When the anxious is the present, unwrap your gifts, take your time. Everything you imagine needn't be stuck in your mind. Bee Girl, be a girl.
hree G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E Bee girl, you're gonna die. You don't wanna be famous, you wanna be shy. Do your dances alone in your room. Becoming a star will become your doom. Bee Girl, be a girl. [2X] You know time is long, and life is short. Begin to live while you still can. Believe in nothing, believe me, Those who can be trusted can change their mind. When the anxious is the present, unwrap your gifts, take your time. Everything you imagine needn't be stuck in your mind. Bee Girl, be a girl.
If you need some back-up find Jerome,
ya girl gonna give you grief at home
Just tell these hoez wanna be on the same team that she's layin on
[Hook]
[C-Bone]
Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough
When beef come areound can't let it go
When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
If you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what's up
It's T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve
It like it ain't about the money, we got to handl
Serenata Lyrics
Serenata quasi a mezzanotte guardie e ladri che si fanno a botte e i ragazzi da soli sono ancora romantici. Serenata per i separati e i bambini soli e un p? sperduti che si addormentano tardi con mamma TV. Serenata per igovernanti se cantassero andremmo pi? avanti per i pensionati un anno e un soldo in pi?. Serenata per i gatti neri per i vecchi artisti e i camerieri perchivende l'amore lungo la via.
the job
No colors or rags, just guns and masks
We not scared to blast and dip off fast
With the Dungeon click, just pulled a lick
Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit
[Slimm Calhoun]
Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop them hoez and then you skate, ack to the block wit the deflate
Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake
A young nigga holdin big face foldin
Pimps are known for catching runaways
A good hustler's known to keep his gun away
First nigga run up and try to jack mine,
first nigga fuck up to get flat lined
Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain danling, y'all know that i'm form C.P
[Hook]
[Andre 3000]
Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard
Har
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat
As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself
If it's for the wealth i'll stop, well put i like this
It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we learn to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta shit
Serenata quasi a mezzanotte guardie e ladri che si fanno a botte e i ragazzi da soli sono ancora romantici. Serenata per i separati e i bambini soli e un p? sperduti che si addormentano tardi con mamma TV. Serenata per igovernanti se cantassero andremmo pi? avanti per i pensionati un anno e un soldo in pi?. Serenata per i gatti neri per i vecchi artisti e i camerieri perchivende l'amore lungo la via.
the job
No colors or rags, just guns and masks
We not scared to blast and dip off fast
With the Dungeon click, just pulled a lick
Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit
[Slimm Calhoun]
Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop them hoez and then you skate, ack to the block wit the deflate
Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake
A young nigga holdin big face foldin
Pimps are known for catching runaways
A good hustler's known to keep his gun away
First nigga run up and try to jack mine,
first nigga fuck up to get flat lined
Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain danling, y'all know that i'm form C.P
[Hook]
[Andre 3000]
Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard
Har
WAKE ME WHEN I'M DEAD Lyrics
[Music and Lyrics by: P. Wagner] Will you wake me? Wake me when I'm dead I think it's time now, I gotta go but don't you shed a tear when I'm gone. Before it's over, I hope that I don't suffer too much, when it's over I don't want to miss this place I hate to leave, I just can't face realities of death, I will deny realities of death, I will deny Will you wake me? Wake me when I'm dead And when I grow cold you cotta put a spell
er than a nigga trying to impress God[Music and Lyrics by: P. Wagner] Will you wake me? Wake me when I'm dead I think it's time now, I gotta go but don't you shed a tear when I'm gone. Before it's over, I hope that I don't suffer too much, when it's over I don't want to miss this place I hate to leave, I just can't face realities of death, I will deny realities of death, I will deny Will you wake me? Wake me when I'm dead And when I grow cold you cotta put a spell
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat
As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself
If it's for the wealth i'll stop, well put i like this
It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we learn to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta shit