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OUTKAST | Flip Flop Rock
Productos de este artista



Yeah.. ATLiens style on yall ass
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 (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch)
I brought (holla) 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 nigga on the block
Didnt have to break a steerin column, didnt have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by its 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 - thats 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 FUCK-ass nigga
Might clap a cap at a sucka-ass nigga
In the meantime, Daddy Fatsacks gon chill out
He might just, pull out his pistol
and let that thang whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder
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
Aint no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a pair
A player stiffen the competition
Pressed like Levis and toughskins, one minus one
Negative one minus negative one is nothin
Bustin d-boy raps and player poems
The Kast shit aint plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the crowd original material while you bore em
Your live show consists of everybodys shit but youre-uns
Do your own shit! In your live show (bitin ass nigga)


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


Penelope Ann Cruz couldnt snooze
with her +Eyes Wide Shut+, before I asked 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 clap 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 shit
And your team lookin shitty to death


My nigga 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, overstand
this young players rhyme
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 shit and prove mine, and Im
the epitome of raw rhyme
Got signed, got serious about the craft
of raw rhyme and I got mine - Aqueminis
murderous monster move minds
Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime
When you see Im comin holla one-time, holla one-time
When you see Im comin holla one-time (one-time)




Dont, you, like, to groove
In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
To run yo tennis shoes
Dont, it, matter to you
That OutKast we got that slump for yall
Keep that funk for yall


When Im in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
At the interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops
And I, fix it up like gin and juice when Im them interviews
dudes wanna 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, niggaz wanna hijack the flyness
Im on a whole nother plane
A whole different lane, a whole nother game that Im playin
Understand what Im sayin
Hov and OutKast, whatchu think about that?
Really dont matter though what you niggaz chatter though
Anybody get out of line then you trust
that the macll go b-r-r-r-r-ap, got you killed for that alone
Back on the shit, back on the strip
Another hit Im not gon miss






Más Canciones de este artista
Da Art of Storytellin (Remix)
Everlasting
In Due Time
Benz or Beemer
Phobia
The Whole World
Land Of A Million Drums
Vibrate
Take Off Your Cool
Draculas Wedding
Shes Alive
Love In War
Pink & Blue
Behold A Lady
Good Day, Good Sir
Roses
Hey Ya
She Lives In My Lap
Prototype
Where Are My Panties?
Spread
Happy Valentines Day
God (Interlude)
Love Hater
The Love Below (Intro)
Last Call
Reset
Flip Flop Rock
Knowing
Tomb Of The Boom
Muchas Letras © 2006