Andre: Now sittin' in the bathtub listening to the Isley Brothers and others outside my door want to despise me Reminds me that everyone ain't cool the world is jealous Never could understand when my momma used to tell us "Don't take your food outside around your friends Unless you got enough to feed the neighborhood" The play has just began follow me now Act 1 scene 2 the date 1/1/96 the time I don't know Mood disturbed, Ray goes on to say they trying to get over Like them niggas with the blinker on, I got my thinker on So I'm like word, How every you want to act is fine That is real as fishing rods I might be kissing God But I'm still in the battle so if you got cattle you best be fasting For 7 days and 7 nights we everlasting ? on a quest to get my class ring just from them fhite wolks I will if it's the last thing I do Hook: Everlasting talking: Yeah, slick knowhatI'msayin'? I'm gonna tell you like this. Just cause I live the apartment don't mean you can keep puttin' notes under my windshield I tell you shortie gonna bust your ass about that shit. Big Boi: Hey y'all hey y'all hey y'all hoes Back up in this bitch rippin' tracks like I'm suppose Tommy and Ralph Lauren don't like niggas to wear they clothes Where your proof at? Who's that? Talking shit like those Keepin' the rumors up, I wish I lived in a fuckin' cave I ride the streets in Lexus all these hoes wanna be saved Go to college get a job because all you want to do is shake I use to hit club niggas but I gave taht shit a break Just like Maaco, Waco, burn it to the ground I bet you eatin' pork when your partners ain't around Backdraft things are Shaft slapping these hoes Just like he's suppose to, quote you "Big Boi is the pimp ass nigga that formed you" Like pottery, sloppily playin' hoes like lotteries OutKast did the dirt and now you swear your shit is poppin' see You bit beats, we makin' hits so give me your flag back I'm living in the SWATS so you may call me Daddy Fatsack Yeah you know what I'm sayin'? Like this. Everlasting Hook Big Boi: One in a million men passing the J off in the courtyard Don't y'all smoke a couple of pounds and get tore up y'all And tear the devil headquarter down to the grizzound Is how we hit the house and puff a couple of good pounds Of good weed, PeeWee, my nigga Little Beewee We need a 50 box of Phillies and some bouncin' titties From the magic the flame niggas too is sharin' sequels Never payin' for no pussy You can shake it you can keep it to your self hoe Andre: You left your morals at the door, when you stepped in crept in Nigga this baby is at the beach so now you wondering Why your nigga done bust you in the fore, head Ain't no respect there so you just assed out like breech Delivery slivery got you swung on these types of things Go on from here to Bornhome to London England, Wall Street to y'all street Sometime I get bewildered and it throws a nigga like me off beat But I'm back on it Because we last forever sound good don't it? Rattling in your trunks like FAMU and the component Said that's it, man fuck that shit On and on and on and I'm out Hook Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com