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Interpret: Outsiders Žánr: Národnost: - Poslední album: |
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TEXTY PÍSNÍ / OUTSIDERS / FORCED MARCH |
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FORCED MARCHInterpret: Outsiders Text písně Uhh As I sit in my b-boy stance With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants We finna enhance your brain, check it out Verse One: Big Boi, Andre Once upon a time not long ago When the playa from the Pointe didn't have no flow A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin to the sto' Caught a nigga slippin, but now I lay it to the flo' just like carbon, cuz I got the heat in my rhythm Momma nay not, never braggin just to stay knot Even when I was a younger lad I learned my lesson Never talked to strangers in the trap and answered questions The Pope and his folks got us under a scope But for unknown reasons cuz we don't sell dope That you distribute, we don't contribute, to your clandestine activity, my soliloquoy, may be hard for some to swallow But so is cod liver oil You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil Boa constricted, on my soul that they call Chorus: Andre Touched by the wheelz of steel... Now show me how you feel... Touched by the wheelz of steel... Now show me how you feel... Verse Two: Big Boi, Andre It took your momma nine months to make it But it only took a nigga thirty minutes to take it Cut that kronk clean up I did, but I did so not safely Don't want no AIDS, *clapping* no claps, or no rabies Yo, we take no shit, like arms stuffed up commodes Gotta collect call, they done locked up my folks Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle We won't be able to ride out till two thousand fo' But not for long cuz we got a better sack to serve Tryin to take you other people for your rims at the curb Fore you swerve and bust ya forehead, go head, go head More head for me, while you ride to the beat Drop, like Tears, like For Fears, you know Shout Shout let it all out, just for my peers And pupils who feel like it's time to unwind Like December 31st, on nineteen-ninety-nine Chorus Verse Three: Andre Okay, like this, yeah yeah One time for my boy doing King shit Two times for Legit and it don't quit Three times for my folks in the drop top Four times OutKast and it don't stop One time for my cuz doing Queen thangs Dead fresh to the teeth eatin chicken wings Three times for my guhls in the beauty shop Four times OutKast and it don't stop *long interlude, Chorus again (fades)* GDL Komentáře |