Aquemini lyrics

[Hook]

Damn damn damn James

[Pat Brown]

Dickie shorts & Lincoln's clean
leanin' checking out the scene

Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit

Nigga where you wanna go?

You know the club don't close 'til four

let's party 'til we can't no more

Watch out here come the folks

[Dre]

As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens

Shit man
Nigga gotta go on the got down
Get the shit straight when I got damn get out
Well shit
This what really goin down

Whassup my nigga another day the same shit
Punk-ass C.O.'s on a nigga dick
Got me up at three o'clock cookin nappy grits
I'm a G from C.P. I can't take the shit
Tryin to hold a nigga down in this country ass town
I'm used to smokin chronic movin pounds

Yo, this is my story, this is my song
And to them rudypoots don't attempt to try this at home
It's just a poem until y'all learn right from wrong
Kwow when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome
But it's back on, another stormy night in Atlanta, Georgia
Overcast, but on behalf of Outkast, I cordially
Invite you to an emotion filled theater

(feat. Backbone, Cool Breeze)

[Backbone]
From front to back street, listen, we on a mission
to get right, workin street corner in the midnight
Picture the scene, these fiends with fire
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
I'm wit whateva like Wheatstraw
Stuck servin my cocaine raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back
Twenty over now that's mo' money to get

[Big Boi]
Yea..
Somebody hit me the other day, for a rendezvous
Was it the bitch that fucked the Goodie, and the Dungeon Crew
Let's say her name was Suzy Skrew, cause she SCREWED a lot
Makin a nigga hit that chonk, at legitimate spots
Not no parks, backseats, or things of that nature
Had to hate ya playa, I'm dickin the hoe down never said I paid her

(feat. Masada, WitchDoctor)

[Masada]
Mahogany team queens up on the rise
Be careful, watch your back, blackbirds don't wear disguise
How we comin, comin hard.. camels too slow
Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what)
The game is hot you could never be a winner
Just begun a game so considered a beginner
Masada for real, this shorty here is here to say

(feat. Goodie Mob)

[T-Mo]
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Many a bitch, represents, and is led
Whichever way no I'm not gay
and really don't give a fuck bout what you doin
Long as I pave the way
for my SouthWest GA warriors
To come in packs, to feed, takin what we need

(feat. Erykah Badu, Big Rube, Cee-Lo)

And there's a, and there's a
And there's a, and there's a, finnne.. linnne
Too late to pray that I'm on it..

Ya, yeah, yeahhhh

[OutKast]
Y'all, uh-huh, y'all

[Andre Benjamin]
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late, but baby I'm on it..
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see

[Big Boi]
February 1st, 1975 it happened
Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin
My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at work
and she couldn't watch my every move so shit I started servin
Around Frazier Home, down in the West Side projects

[Andre Benjamin]
Yea yea yea yeah yah yo
Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too
Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue
Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you
Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate, to residue
Silly mortals haven't a clue
as to what the fuck is goin on
I'm on the telephone, dialin the Dungeon
"Hello" This Dre, bring the MP and the SP

hold on , be strong

take off your thong

cmon

this is how we sing the song

sing along

I come to every club with intention to do harm

With a prosthetic arm

And smelling like Boone Farm

Hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms

Paranoid thief it to steal from his own mom

Kuniving Kon

Artis with a bomb

Strapped to my stomach screaming

"Let's get it on"

[Hook]
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get crunk

[Verse 1:(Big Boi)]
Many a day has passed, the night has gone by
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family

[Hook]
Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes "y"
nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
it's him I Aquemini

[Big Boi]
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
get on the bus go get your work
and keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch

[Dre]
It's the return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that's on that blow
that run up in yo' crib which contains
your lady and an 8 month old
child to raise plus you true blue 'bout this music but
they do not want to hear it because they'd
rather be bouncin' and shootin' and killin' and bouncin'
and shit get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'

Intro/Chorus: OutKast

Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumpin like kangaroos
but skew it on the bar-b we ain't tryin to lose
Say 'I be got damnit they done changed the rules'
(repeat 2X)

Verse One: Andre Benjamin

The common denominator, the nigga numerator
Never know who the hater, niggaz cater to your ego
I'm sorry like Atari whose the cousin to Coleco.. Vision

(feat. George Clinton)

[Intro: Andre Benjamin and George Clinton (singing)]

Everybody's got opinions
on the way you're living
But see they can't fill your shoes
Life is made of half illusion (illusion)
Forty percent confusion (confusion)
Whatever's left I'm using to keep myself from losing, yea
You don't know what I've been through (oooh)