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Tomb of the Boom【OutKast】

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OutKast
Speakerboxxx
Yo, before yall know what time it is
Its your homeboy straight from the
A-TI aint even goin say the motherfucking rest
But you know we talk about it all day long baby
We fina break you off with some brand new shit
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, ridin like a bucket, nigga fuck it
I know some hoes slutty,
I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playin rugby
I done seen a ghetto meal , little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions
Perpetrators in the booth, rappin lame like they drug related
It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby
You dont grind, you be lying, shell be castrated,
Lorena Bobitt maybe
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, thats cool
You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots
Hit G spots by givin hoes back shots
Im a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500
Benz dropKonkrete,
Aquemini, now we takin this here to the top
Bust like balloons , who gives a damn if it goes pop
You say its hot, well let me turn it up another notch
To all my real niggaz, wont you pump this out your
Speakerboxxx
Fuck the cops , we makin noise and we wont stop
Bump, bump, there goes the boom and its goin drop
Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock
They call me
Mr. Ravioli,
Mr. Scrotum,
Mr. Poke em with the
NoodleMr.
Cockerspanielle in your
Poodle, after school tutor
Roto Rooter, addicted to follies like brown collies, stay soft fro, crowes
Swimming in the fallopian of an
EthiopianTalking 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
Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now
Fight a bitch, 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
From embryo to newborn , you can feel me in the womb
Cool, thats cool
I will never fall off,
I haul off heavy weight
Fuck wit me dog,
I chop you up like
Norman Bates
Im true to this shit,
I aint new to this shit
Over a million sold on strictly weed, bricks
Flammable like gasoline when
Im lit up
I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut
Its over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game
You can fool the record labels but not the street fame
I just tell it how
I see it nigga, fact is fact
The first verse
I ever wrote,
I got a Platinum plaque
Ive been to hell and back so nigga give me my props
Konkrete and
Big Boi beatin through your
Speakerboxxx
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, thats cool
Ludacris, yeah
I keep a glock in case you like to leak alot
Meanwhile, crankin bout the knob up on my
Speakerboxxx
So here we are , get the fuck on the ground
Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the
A-TownThey dont believe
I will stab them in the abdomen
College Park,
Georgia to
College Park,
MarylandSo put your fist up boy, you wanna romp
You can Bankhead
Bounce or get
Eastside stomped
Thinking way back before
I got mine
Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs
You know why?
Its my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman
A hundred though, bitch, diamonds shimmerin
Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below
Im with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios
Yall driving
Subarus, stuck in your cubicles
Im 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
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, thats cool
Fourth and goal
Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should
I rollAround and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
Cranium overload, overthrowed
Now we got seven more points on the board, fa sho
B I G BO
I, me oh my,
I think hes blessing me
Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
Like Raghu, its in there, giving you some of the best of me
Player, pimp, gangster, poet, we goin spit it, we goin show it to your ass'Youre a champion', were my dads 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 nigga 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 spittin it damn near ten years, why the fuck would be be quittin?
Fuck, nigga
OutKast
SpeakerboxxxThe Love Below


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