Stankonia
Album - 23 ottobre 2000 - Debaser id 53112

It's cold, it's cold.
No it's cold. It ain't cold, it's cold.
I'm cool, I'm cool.
I'm cool. It's me, I'm cool.

Chorus:
Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
Know you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)

Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlo's
And El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like Rollo
So follow it's Showtime at the Apollo
Minus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a leopard-print
Teddy Pender-grass cooler than Freddie Jackson
Sippin a milkshake in a snowstorm
Left my throat warm in the dorm room at the AU
We blew hey too, athletes might cake you
But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make
Cause

Chorus

Canary yellow seven-nine Seville is on display
My nigga Bongo hooked it up Omar gone dip my rims today
So a nigga can ride out to the honeycomb hideout
I'ma show you how to wild out like Jack Trippa
Let me be bambino on your snipples
YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard
When I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold ya
Like Noahs I get two's of you and you get pretty deep
But I'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be there for me
Cause

Chorus

Those huge baby eyes get to runnin off at they mouth
Tellin me everything that's on yo nasty mind
They say your malnutrition in need of vitamin D
And inviting me to that tingle in yo spine
I love who you are I love who ya ain't you so Anne Frank
Let's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks
Rick James and no chains and whips I do suck lips
Till hips jerk and double time the boy next door's a freak
Ha Ha

Chorus

(Ah we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet
(Ah my my...) the sky is fallin ain't no need to panic
(Ah ooh ooh ....) I got a stick and want yo automatic
(Ah ooh ooh...) Compatible created in the attic
(repeat)

Chorus 2x

[Andre]
Yeah, this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas' mamas...
Mamas' mamas, baby mamas' mamas
Yeah, go like this

Chorus:
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

(Chorus)

[Big Boi]
My baby's drama mama's mama, don't like me
She doing things like havin' her boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio tryin' to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I pay that
I love your mom and everything, see I ain't no one to lay down
She wanna rip you up start a custody war, my lawyer stay down
She never had a chance to hear my side of the story, we was divided
She had fish fries, cookouts, on my child's birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

(Chorus)

[Andre]
Me and yo daughter
Got a special thing going on
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
Hope that we feel this
Feel this way forever
You can plan a pretty picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson
Ten times out of nine, and if I'm lyin' find
The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love theme, together dream
Bout that crib with the goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever
Forever never seems that long until your grown
And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abracadabra all the sadder
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he
Askin' what happened to the feelin' that her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one can't be, mad
So know this, know that everything is cool
And yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation

(Chorus)

[Big Boi]
Uh, uh, yeah "Look at the way he treats me," shit,
look at the way you treat me
See you and your lil' nosey ass homegirls got ya ass sent up the creek, G
Without a paddle, you left the straddlin', ride this thing on out
And you and your girl ain't speakin' no more cuz my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm talking about, jealousy, infidelity, envy
Cheating, beating, and to the D and the G they be the same thing
So who you placing the blame on, you keep on singing that same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your mama

(Chorus)

Niggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches
tootin like it's cool yous a fool
and i can't just sit around and watch
those nose membranes flame
my ends is loose and you can't stop that rain
when it starts to fall

Over like Ms. Pacman
hammer and vogues and catman
i'm speaking about them crows
cause you know nothing bout that man
the nigga the B-I-G is high in flight like valujet
you thinking about the beating
this my end is never met nigga

black man, white man, J man aint no joke
remember me and my cousin used to sit up o' the porch
and talk about when we get older
now we up against the ropes, yeah they kickin niggaz door down
cause it aint no dope on the streets
a quarter pound of feet weed that's all a nigga like me need
talking about that southern ses, nigga you all up in that mess
but never shall you test and never shall you quiz
running up on me with that fuck shit
will get you nothing but dead nigga

Hook
be careful where you roam
cause you might not make it home
don't you dare ever get lost
or get caught up in that sauce
to all you playas play your brims
and you hustlers chrome your rims
lacks and pimps and macks
i love the corners that you bend

Well i'm dranking on yak while i'm dippin off in that 'lac
them junkins around my way ya'll always smokin on that crack
be layin them college park hoez flat on they backs
living the life of pimps steadily making this paper stack
niggaz don't understand the master plan
crumble your 'erb man til they start kickin the doors in
then be ready to blast them out, like Kast, we bout to crash
so mayday, may Dre knock them up off they ass boy

We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those
people got.. we forgot, they always goona keep a plot
right up they sleeve you won't believe they decieve like weave
theives can break in your crib and leave in that good life to
so give me, me and then i'm straight as 8:05
see blind folds can't cover three eyes
we wise to the fact so we attack wit what we know
heaven is the only good life so what you strivin fo
Hook

Well like flip-flops and football socks
a nigga be rockin the mike like birthdays
lil jon and sercy so are you worthy
i'm callin yo'ass a flaw pimp
yappin' about this crew you run wit
Bankhead bouncin to that dump shit
So what else can you come wit

They can bite but cannot be us
they can come and pick a little slang but cannot see us
you ought to be a shame tryin' to fit in my adidas
so run like dmc is me and no, don't get no heater

well wez dippin around the corner
in that golden stankin lincoln
and got my heat up under my seat
just case these youngstas try to take it
pullin a pistol on a black man
was never the plot but sometimes
my brothers will dis us and try to take my spot

well they come like black stallions in the night
usually around 4 or 5 that's when they figure the time is right
when you good and sleep i couldn't until i seen't
wit my own eyes here they come over the hill surprise
hook

1...2...
123 YEAH

Inslumnational
Underground thunder pounds
When I stomp the ground
[WHOOO!]
Like a million elephants
or silver-back orangatangs
You can't stop the train

Who want some?
Don't come unprepared
I'll be there
But when I leave there

Better be a household name
Weatherman tellin' us it ain't gon rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top
Soakin' wet
In a silk suit tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
will this be the year that we won't forget

1-9-9-9
And remainig
Anything goes
Be what you wanna be
Long as you know
Consequences are given for livin'
The fence is

Too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig you might just touch hell
HOT

Get a life now they on sale
Then I might catch you a spell
Look at what came in the mail

A scale and some Arm and Hammer
Soul gold grill and a baby mamma
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of questions with no answers

Cure for cancer
Cure for aids
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home
Things are wrong
Well not really it was bad all along

Before you left adds up to a ball of power
Thousands and thousand miles per hour
Hello ghetto let your brain breathe
Believe there's always more
AAAAHHHHH!

Don't pull that thang out
Unless you plan to bang
BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD...YEAH
Don't even bang
Unless you plan to hit something
BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD...YEAH

Don't pull that thang out
Unless you plan to bang
BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD...YEAH
Don't even bang
Unless you plan to hit something
BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD...YEAH

Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp
Rock a microphone
Like that there boy
And we still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet

Like a track team, crack fiend
Tryin to geek
Outkast bumpin up and down the street
Slant back Cadillac about five niggas deep
Seventy-five MCs
Free-stylin' to the beat

Cause we get crunk, stay drunk at the club
Should've bought an ounce
But you copped a dub
Should've held back
But you brought the punch
Supposed to meet your girl
But you packed the lunch

No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Gotta little baby girl four years Jordan
Never turned my back on my kids, there for them

Should've hit it, quit it, rag top
Before you RE up, get a laptop
Make business for yourself boy
Set some goals
Make a fat diamond
Out of dusy coals
Records number four, but we on the road

Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, Planet Stankonia's on ya
Moving like Floyd comin straight to Florida
Lock all the windows
Then block the corridors
Pullin off my belt cuz a whipping's in order
I like a three-piece fish
Before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell then I hit the border

Pity pat rappers
Trying to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend
Tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL
Boy you better not hide
Cause the dungeon family
Gon ride, HIGH!

Don't pull that thang out
Unless you plan to bang
BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD...YEAH
Don't even bang
Unless you plan to hit something
BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD...YEAH

Don't pull that thang out
Unless you plan to bang
BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD...YEAH
Don't even bang
Unless you plan to hit something
BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD...YEAH

BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD...YEAH
(Repeat)

Break down
Rock your head, rag top
(Repeat)

Power music
Electric revival
(Repeat)

Outkast: Red Velvet

(Big Boi - talking)
One more time for y`all, y-y-yeah, huh
If you didn`t know you know now, OutKast, Stankonia
We shittin on everybody talkin that bullshit

(Big Boi)
Now Peter Piper picked a pepper, that was his downfall
I`m down with Dre, he`s down and `cause he got my back y`all
Ball if you want to, but do it with some class G
Ask me, do OutKast got some flows so you can blast me
Nasty, niggas on the point they see you shinin
Engi-neers in the studio see me rhymin
Don`t get me wrong, got four albums they consistant
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
Cap, cap, ya link snap, you slump off in ya Cadillac
But what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin for
Aight hoe, I`ma bake my cheese and let my mic flow
Prioritize to live through
Tell these other niggas how you bought yo` kid some tennis shoes
Let these brothers know that your momma she got her house too
Let these niggas know that your sister will, uh, finish, college without you
I doubt you do that though,
so do this here and keep that bullshit out of our ear
You too near me to not hear me, too open conceal me
The love for the music keepin big boys spittin really

(Hook)
`Cause they know where you live and they`ve seen what ya drive
And they say they gonna put one in your helmet
`Cause you brag `bout that watch, and all them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet

(Dre)
How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had he not purchased the newest Mercedes that lose it`s value soon as you
drive that bitch off the lot, lot, lot
Would it still be that latest, most wanted, doggonit you want it
He got it-type nigga `round the town, town, town
Had he not played it so flat,
he ask you when half of these niggas hurtin and workin
Would be he be found, found, found
In a ho-tel (ho-tel) ??? ???
With his dick shoved in ??? ???
Bill Gates, don`t dangle diamonds in the face
Of peasants when he Microsoft`n in the place
You gettin on my nerves, well I`m gettin on your case
Consider your surroundings or you leave without a trace

(Hook)

(Big Boi)
I know you got the biggest bank roll and you ballin
Follow the heater because the leader he is haulin
Ass like Juan Valdez, I think he scared
`Cause my nigga Khujo Goodie got that ??? to his head

(Dre)
Little did he know that, waitin in the closet
No matter what you call that, playboy sure got done
Don was the one who came in contact
With those with slow goals who prompt to sell crack
On this megaphone, hey look where I`m on
You off, he floss hard `cause he celebrate the fact
Little did he know that, waitin in the closet
No matter what you call that, playboy sure got done

(Hook) 2x

*Andre3000*
Have you heard the news?
They say a little 14 year old little girl had a baby on the way
Tooo much for her little mind to bare
And that type of news to her mama she cannot spare

*Hook*
Toilet Tisha, damn we miss ya
Toilet Tisha is the issue
Damn we miss ya, Toilet Tisha
Damn we miss ya

*Vamp*
Dont go away
Dont you dare go away from me girl I can help you
Dont go away dont you dare leave me
Dont go away, away
Dont go away

*Big Boi*
Five thousand, one hundred ten days
Is a short period of time a mere fourteen years
On this precious mother earth, you see Tisha had issues
And her decision making skills were still in its early stages
You know what I'm talking about
Therefore she could not properly handle a blessing in which
She thought to be an obstacle in her path to adulthood
Pause, Just like a brother with a thousand pauses
Should I shouldnt I I cant I have to, mama will never see me the same
Daddy and Big Mama I know all of them gonna be ashamed of me
Are just a few thoughts racing through her cranium
As she sits on top of the pale, cold porcelain seat in the rear of the house
The unthinkable moments away from becoming reality, sadly with no clue
And no way of expressing her feeling to her mam or anybody else in her life
Tisha done came to the crossroads and now she got to choose
Fatality, fatality, fatality, fatality