Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ Outkast - Ain't no thang ------------------------------------------ [Dre] A nigga ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe) Yīall hear my shit go, itīs Andre. Can yo punk ass come out to play? Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head You donīt know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead Is what I say, best run the other way In case of physical breakdown...yīall can break now My kitchen full of heat, if you canīt take the temp Make yourself exempt Pussy footin around donīt be gettin yīall nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die By gettin blasted, how drastic They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do I got the nerve to serve you up just like a raider do, but naw (naw, naw) I take that back, thatīs my problem Turnin and walkin away, this ainīt gon work when they be robbin As long as Big Boiīs still livin, never standin by my lonesome Step up nigga, if you want some [Chorus 2x] Ainīt no thang but a chicken wang We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane Itīs just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point) Itīs all about that ses in yo chest (Itīs the joint) [Big Boi] Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits Itīs that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits Iīm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, itīs the Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch I used to sell dope, but in 1994 Iīm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens She had me makin better grades to make a better life But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah It was so hard to say goodbye, Iīm a man now Iīm at the end of my street, so itīs time to take my stand now I call the wild because itīs time to take the streets So if you ainīt got the burner, bring your big enough nuts (retreat) Iīm ready to wet īem up like cereal Just an international playa, comin through your stereo [Chorus 2x:] [Dre] 3-5-7 to your foīhead, thereīll be moī dead Cuz Iīmma poī kid So Lord forgive me, I got to keep my milly right here near me When I be doin fine until these niggaz want to clear me off my street But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto Donīt have no neighbors that hit the pipe but never let go But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you Ainīt shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew On the concrete, remember when we ran deep Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me Trippin with that drama, my Berettaīs right beside me One is in mid-air and one is the chamber Yīall ask me what the fuck Iīm doin, Iīm releasin anger Quick to dodge danger, Iīm takin it one day At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way You can sway with Andre, Iīll take her to the ho-jo, bitch Just let you know, yeah [Chorus 2x:] [Big Boi] Itīs on my friend, on the road again, Iīm travelin No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun And got my pump under my seat, in case these yougstas wanna have some fun Iīd do it if I have to, bustin caps with this a heat and load it clip up After clip And after again, if I feel it The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi beats ghetto blastin You īposed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail īem faster 1-2-3, you need to think about the future Before I shoot your ass and dilute your gut with lead From my hollow clips, Iīll send you to an early grave You fuckin slave, you better try another way To take me out, is truly something difficult Donīt even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke Iīm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip Iīmma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin pistol whipped You know thatīs how I do, you know thatīs how I do [Chorus 2x] Yeah and it donīt stop and it donīt quit, to the muthafuckin... Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggaz Around the East Point way College Park is really on the map We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped With the muthafuckin guns and the muthafuckin glocks Steady is the gas nigga, donīt fear it and it donīt stop