Ghettomusick
Whoo (Whoo)
Tie me up, don't tie me
down
Cut me up, don't let me
down
Find, find a way
Find a way to get out, wit
out, hit out
You dig in, dig out, you
get out
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Find a way to get in, to
fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Climbing out this hole (climbin'
out this hole)
With a frown on my face
In the place to be, (in
the place to be) and not to be at the same time
G-h-e-t-t-o-m-u-s-i-c-k
stay down
O-u-t-k-a-s-t (oooh yeah)
just know that we won't play round
If feet don't stank like
they stank then they can't swallow dat down
Your battleship is sunk,
I wish grandma could see us
Find a way to get out, wit
out, hit out
You dig in, dig out, you
get out
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Find a way to get in, the
fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
I just want you to know,
how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good,
how are you?
I just want you to know,
how I feel
Feeling good feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good,
how are you?
Hot tub add to the bony
of tony
As my grandmama ettamay
here and she show me
How to be the smooth operator,
dominator in the state of Georgia
Hip hops there to destroy
ya
Leave a mother fucker open
like a foyer
He from the dirt now here
come the paranoia
Although you couldn't have
jacked the disrespect
The technique, sweat meet,
wipe off the sweat
Fight off the shit and flush
the waste down
The pipes of my life flow
deep into the ground
Why my purpose on the surface
of this earth is
Plan it, standards, trust
and the purpose
Campaign in vein for the
same lame fame, people obtain, you ought to be detained
By the hip hop sheriff,
locked up
no possibility of getting
out cause the shit you make is killing me and my ears, and my peers
I hear the end is near,
no fear
we disappear, then reappear
again in a fresh new light
I hope its peaceful and
cloudy cause if its not we gotta fight like, fight like
G-h-e-t-t-o-m-u-s-i-c-k
stay down
O-u-t-k-a-s-t just know
that we won't play round
If feet don't stank like
they stank then they can't swallow dat down
Your battleship is sunk,
I wish grandma could see us
Find a way to get out, wit
out, hit out
You dig in, dig out, you
get out
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Find a way to get in, the
fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
I just want you to know,
how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good,
how are you?
I just want you to know,
how I feel
Feeling good feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good,
how are you?
[BREAK]
Bowtie
(feat. Sleepy Brown, Jazze
Pha)
[Hook:] Crocodile on my
feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie `round my neck
That's why they call me
the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac!! Yeah!!
[Repeat]
[Big Boi:] Nasty Noompsy
Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cumberbun with no suspenders
My torpedo, you libido
Need to chat (Chip, chop
it up, shoot the breeze!)
I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s,
release the squeeze or release the keys
To the shackles on her wrist,
she can tackle some of this
Smack on smack on some of
this dick tracy
Arrest her, book her, fingerprint
your hooker
You took her to the club
and now her body is full of liquor
Off that Butterscotch Schnapps
and Bailey's Irish Cream
She's a damsel in distress
impressed with stylish things
Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop
it up, shoot the breeze!)
In the parking lot we primp,
crooked booty to the scene where i's...
[Hook]
[Big Boi:] Oh, lord! How
can it be so hard??
To put on a pair of panties
much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by complimenting
you on your physique
You unique, you best believe
I'm gon' skeet once I speak
Spoke, spit, spatter, spat
and I macked her just like that
But it takes years of perserverance
and experience to get that cat!
So why don't I chase this
Hennessy down with some of that
On your back, like a cheerleader
missing the final stack!
As we strut skip the line
through the glass window glance
We look fine, right on time
As we step in the place
the nursery's crunk we've come to play
[Sleepy:] Everybody's watching
`cause them furs just hit the door
While the gator's creeping,
crawling oh so wicked across that floor
To the V.I.P. where we proceed
to give you what you need
Throw your hands up if you
feel me!! Throw your hands up if you feel me!!
`Cause we well designed
and fine as wine
Feel good to be fly, so
don't you ask me why
I got the ladies in line,
because they can't deny
So raise your hands to the
sky `cause we super fly
[Hook] |
Unhappy
Drowning in the gray cell
To dwell in earthly hell
A pimp warrior fell
One-two! Sir Lucious Left
Foot in the muthafuckin' booth
Lucious! (Lucious!) Sir
Lucious Left Foot has just entered
[Hook:] Might as well have
fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! [4x]
[Verse 1:] First rule in
this thang, never let `em see you sweat!
Never let `em be a threat
and your feelings you must protect `em!
As well as your rectum!
Must keep self out of harm, out of danger's way
Let strangers play while
you graduate and move on!
True happiness is not acquired
and you won't find it for sale
Unless you're in jail and
trying to get a bail bondsman to on the run!!
[Hook]
[Verse 2:] One upon a rhyme,
one time when I was a child (Flip that smile upside down now!)
When I found out that Santa
Claus was nothing more than Vanilli
It was silly, `cause my
mom and dad's realationship, take a trip
you got the potato chips?
I'll bring the hot sauce!!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:] 1979 Dirty South,
Loca! lounge (Flip that smile upside down now!)
I never thought that alcohol
could ease the notion of the sadness
Now what used to be a happy
home done turned into some bad shit!
Graphic language, mild violence
and the silence of the fams!
No members to remember,
but I know just who I am
I've grown into a man and
like my nigga said we executed the game plan
`Cause we got that hot sauce!!!
[Hook] |
