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Something´s gotta give!<br><br>Yeah, you know what I´m sayin? Uhh<br>Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood<br>Martin luther king, bankhead<br><br>[Verse One: Big Boi]<br><br>Under-cover, over da hills and thru tha woods I go<br>Like green lights, a southern nigga that´s comin fo´ yo´ throat<br>But not no guillotine see, we be them southern playas<br>Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now<br>You up to par and ready fo yo lesson<br>I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let´s crank up a session<br>Like Tri-City high school, was pullin em in a broke down Rabbit<br>I spit a couple of words and layin em down was just a habit<br>Just like smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we rolled up<br>Talkin about the click will get you laid down hella swoled up<br>Hootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek wit Isotoners<br>And went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner<br>Tell em Big Boi did it; I swear that nigga be rhymin<br>Every lyric that he spit be turnin charcoals into Diamonds and Pearls<br>Girl when you givin up them draws, cause<br>I got a couple of niggaz down the hall<br>That wanna hit it too, I´m not the type to be actin selfish<br>Set it out and let it out and I´ll be right back just like Elvis<br>Cause the postman rings twice...<br>Hey Mr. Postman....<br><br>[Chorus 2x]<br><br>power, power, I come gimme some<br>tha deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL<br>put tha SWATS SWATS on yo´ car<br>let´s travel far, tha southern star shines<br><br>[Verse Two: Dre]<br><br>Everybody wanna get signed, but (here to tell you)<br>record companies act like pimps<br>Gettin paid off what we made when we the ones that´s fly like blimps<br>But ain´t no Goodyear, I tell it like it is so I´m like look here<br>Just willin to get what I deserve my kids to have a mother<br>and a little house, with a dog in the backyard goin "woof-woof"<br>Who knows what I´ma say soon´s I leave this recording booth<br>Poof, back in the real world where birds fly<br>From Miami by way of Cuba to whoever wants to get that high<br>There´s clouds of clowns, seas of G´s<br>Pro-jects, packed with playas meditating on their knees<br>Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef, you won´t believe<br>The shit that niggaz attempt cause they got other mouths to feed<br>besides they own<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Three: Big Boi]<br><br>There´s some hoes in this house, damn right<br>I´m thinkin about the way you skull me, guzz me<br>Suckin me dry like deserts Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honeydips<br>Likin the way you do me, screw me it make my money flip<br>Shakin that ass for daddy puttin this gas off in my Cadi-llac<br>Back, don´t ever snap, packin the gats and pimpin whores<br>Hors d´oevres, swerve, hit the curb because I´m reckless<br>Back in the days when I was broke I´d snatch your fuckin necklace<br>You ol´ pussy-ass nigga... yeah
New song lyrics
Something´s gotta give!<br><br>Yeah, you know what I´m sayin? Uhh<br>Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood<br>Martin luther king, bankhead<br><br>[Verse One: Big Boi]<br><br>Under-cover, over da hills and thru tha woods I go<br>Like green lights, a southern nigga that´s comin fo´ yo´ throat<br>But not no guillotine see, we be them southern playas<br>Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now<br>You up to par and ready fo yo lesson<br>I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let´s crank up a session<br>Like Tri-City high school, was pullin em in a broke down Rabbit<br>I spit a couple of words and layin em down was just a habit<br>Just like smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we rolled up<br>Talkin about the click will get you laid down hella swoled up<br>Hootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek wit Isotoners<br>And went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner<br>Tell em Big Boi did it; I swear that nigga be rhymin<br>Every lyric that he spit be turnin charcoals into Diamonds and Pearls<br>Girl when you givin up them draws, cause<br>I got a couple of niggaz down the hall<br>That wanna hit it too, I´m not the type to be actin selfish<br>Set it out and let it out and I´ll be right back just like Elvis<br>Cause the postman rings twice...<br>Hey Mr. Postman....<br><br>[Chorus 2x]<br><br>power, power, I come gimme some<br>tha deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL<br>put tha SWATS SWATS on yo´ car<br>let´s travel far, tha southern star shines<br><br>[Verse Two: Dre]<br><br>Everybody wanna get signed, but (here to tell you)<br>record companies act like pimps<br>Gettin paid off what we made when we the ones that´s fly like blimps<br>But ain´t no Goodyear, I tell it like it is so I´m like look here<br>Just willin to get what I deserve my kids to have a mother<br>and a little house, with a dog in the backyard goin "woof-woof"<br>Who knows what I´ma say soon´s I leave this recording booth<br>Poof, back in the real world where birds fly<br>From Miami by way of Cuba to whoever wants to get that high<br>There´s clouds of clowns, seas of G´s<br>Pro-jects, packed with playas meditating on their knees<br>Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef, you won´t believe<br>The shit that niggaz attempt cause they got other mouths to feed<br>besides they own<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Three: Big Boi]<br><br>There´s some hoes in this house, damn right<br>I´m thinkin about the way you skull me, guzz me<br>Suckin me dry like deserts Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honeydips<br>Likin the way you do me, screw me it make my money flip<br>Shakin that ass for daddy puttin this gas off in my Cadi-llac<br>Back, don´t ever snap, packin the gats and pimpin whores<br>Hors d´oevres, swerve, hit the curb because I´m reckless<br>Back in the days when I was broke I´d snatch your fuckin necklace<br>You ol´ pussy-ass nigga... yeah
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