Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ Outkast - Wailin' ------------------------------------------ [Verse One: Big Boi] In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the Usual Suspect No check, all I got in this game is my respect and Southern pride I be, checkin my fuckin head Scared, lookin up in your face, boi I see dead If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be, enemies In the P´s freestyles be freebies I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn´t I Wouldn´t I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo I wanted to figure out, just how low could yo´ hoe go The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin Never bakin, rebukin Satan, we had you waitin For the Second Coming funny how time flies when you´re rhymin La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect timin to be doper than Sadaam believe the Nation of Islam Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin that dope up out your car I think they overstep they boundaries O.J., not guilty, that´s how they found he [Verse Two: Andre] I felt the pressure like sun shinin, while raining at the same time I kept on rhymin, not complainin Storm bringing cats and dogs my catalog be the size of golf balls Throw up your Daisy Dukes I´m Hazzard-ous to all you Boss Hoggs And Roscoe P. Col´ people, who could boost my locomotive But enough of that everyone can rap unless they ain´t supposed ta I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I compose won´t y´all get sick of that, cause I know I do when I hear those Flows that ain´t hip-hop, you find that shit in the gift shop But to each his own, my speech is gon´, keep that shit up outta my zone Long as you happy then I´m happy Even if you just hate my fuckin guts go ´head and dap me Cause I´m gon´ dap you anyway and then go home and pray for yo´ ass later Cause we might need you in this war I´m wailin on you traitors Like that...