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[big Boi]

Well its the m i crooked letter coming around the south

Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old southern slouch

Please, ain't nothin but inscence in my atmosphere

I'm bendin corners in my lac boi, cause that's how we be rollin here

Deep, the slang is in effect because its Georgia

Kickin they khakis and ... packin yo pieces cause you sposed to cousin

Catfish and grits is how my flow flow

Rollin steady in that caddy but them 50 bottles got to go

See Juice and gin used to be my friend, from the begin

And now i'm just a player sippin sauce, every now and then

To catch a buzz like a bumble bee

*****z who tried to **** with me

Get sprayed like raid cause it ain't nothin see

[Andre]

My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock

No my heart don't pump no koolaid

... and you'll get you spray

Hooray yo block the one and only Outkast

Many a ***** fallin fast and

How you think you last-in

Quickly, they ain't gone get me

Got somethin fo'em

The devil up in yo grill and you still don't even know'em

Show'em, who's the ok

Like collard greens and whole eggs

I got soul, thats somethin that you ain't got

That's why yo style is ro-ten,

Stop in the land of ATL

Where nothin but pimps, fully equiped

Quick to make a sale, swell

Rolling got my pocket fitness boomin light

Rocket smoke tried to stop me but they know that its that...

[Chorus]

Its that southerplayalisticcaddilac funky music

Now Players if you choose it

You better make sure you don't abuse it

We gonna get cha hiiiighh, hiiiighhh

[Andre]

Time to drop these bows, like dusty rhodes

Then I yell ho

We knockin em off they feet like a southern hustler supposed

To do, I's in the house, house like

A joint is lit fo my kin folks

And all the *****s that was down, since we been broke

Takin'em deeper than a submarine

So scream when you hear the team of two

My groove be thick as two fat hoes sittin off in a room

I'm packin my tag backwards if you want to be actin wrong

Word is bond like super glue

Its funky like poopa scoop

And every word I say you can true.

[big Boi]

Well okey dokey kastout

I swear to God I got the highest boomin cadillac

The expialalistic coupe de ville

Can you handle that you rat

I take my time cruisin round the city malls

And under my seat for you suckers its your final curtain call

The one two to the guage p-u-m-p.

You want to do a jack I heat the barrel till this hippi get me

See i get friendly gettin in where i fit

Organized is on the track with the southernplayalistic shit

So copy my slang and bite my shit

But don't try heckelin me

Cause sleepin you'll get served with some southern hospitality

[Chorus]

[big Boi]

Well southernplayalisticadillac music has been layed

I may wait for all the ... be rolling like that today hoes

So back up off get up on it if you want it cha'll

Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on player's ball yup

So now I step, rather walk with the pimp

Lit by, my *****z are at east point

With that college park hemp smoke style

Is how I wanna end it on this track so I pass it to my partner

And step back up in my cadillac

[Andre]

Step into my shoes, you crews sittin on truths

And those for the hoes only when we rollin through

Atlanta skies be blue

The sun is beamin it seemin

That i glisten, rather gleaming

20/20 got me leaning to the side

Feel the pride, now ain't that somethin

I'm dippin into your hood

This ain't braile, but i'm bumpin

Thumpin out the roaches

Dungeon if ya'll missed it

Big Gimp, Goodie MOb, PA, Outkast

Southernplaylistic

[Chorus 3X]

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[Buck 5,000+ posts]

playafunkycaddallasticmuzik

 

[97gp 5,000+ posts]

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(Yoooouuuu! )

Soulja boy I tell em

Hey I got a new dance fo y'all called the "Soulja Boy"

(Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh yeeeeaaaah! )

Soulja boy off in this hoe

Watch me crank it

Watch me roll

Watch me crank dat soulja boy

Then super man dat hoe

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

[X2]

Soulja boy up in this hoe

Watch me lean and watch me rock

Super man dat hoe

Then watch me crank dat robocop

Super fresh, now watch me jock

Jocking on them haters man

When I do dat soulja boy

I lean to the left and crank dat thang

(Now you! )

I'm jocking on you ***** ***

And if we get the fightin

Then I'm cockin on your ***** ***

You catch me at you local party

Yes I crank it everyday

Haters get mad cause

I got me some Bathing Apes

Soulja boy off in this hoe

Watch me crank it

Watch me roll

Watch me crank dat soulja boy

Then super man dat hoe

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

[X2]

I'm bouncin on my toe

Watch me super soak that hoe

I'ma pass it to Arab

Then he gonna pass it to the low (low)

Haters wanna be me

Soulja boy, I'm the man

They be lookin at my neck

Sayin it's the rubber band man (man)

Watch me do it (watch me do it)

Dance (dance)

Lets get to it (lets get to it)

Nope, you can't do it like me

Hoe, so don't do it like me

Folk, I see you tryin-a do it like me

Man that shit was ugly

Soulja boy off in this hoe

Watch me crank it

Watch me roll

Watch me crank dat soulja boy

Then super man dat hoe

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

[X2]

All too clean off in dis hoe

Watch me crank it watch me roll

Watch me crank dat Roosevelt den supa soak dat hoe (yuuuuh)

Super soak dat hoe (super soak dat hoe)

Super soak dat hoe (super soak dat hoe)

Super soak dat hoe (super soak dat hoe)

All too fresh off in this *****

Watch me shuffle watch me jig

Watch me crank ma shoulda work

Then superman that ***** (you)

Superman that ***** (superman that *****)

Superman that ***** (superman that *****)

Superman that ***** (superman that *****)

(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh yuuuuuuuuh)

Soulja boy off in this hoe

Watch me crank it

Watch me roll

Watch me crank dat soulja boy

Then super man dat hoe

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

Now watch me do

(Crank dat soulja boy)

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]

I'm bouncin' on my toe

Watch me super soak that hoe

I'm gonna pass it to Arab

Then he's gonna pass it to don loc (loc)

Haters wanna be me

Soulja Boy, I'm the man

They be looking at my neck

Says there's no rubber band man (man)

Watch me do it (watch me do it)

Dance (dance)

Leg it to (leg it to)

[Chorus x4]

 

[King_corral 10+ year member]

playafunkycaddallasticmuzik

song name or what niqqa?

 

[DBfan187 5,000+ posts]

(Souljah Boy)

Me low down, low down, low down.

Yeah, Krayzie Bone up in this muthafucka,

my muthafuckin' nigga.

Souljah Boy 'bout to shut you hoes down.

You know what it is?

Mo Thug click

rollin' too damn thick, nigga.

What you hoes wanna do?

Ride, ride?

Die, die?.

What it is, nigga.

What it is.

(Chours)

We low down, low down dirty shame,

niggas actin' strange,

catch a clip to the fuckin' brain.

Shoot 'em down, now.

(Souljah Boy)

Souljah Boy off in this mutha****a,

'cause to point out the *****-made suckas,

thinkin' they gotta enough heat to rush us.

I'm a dust your *** off with the blink of an eye.

You niggas gotta die.

Don't ask me why,

but still I try

with the vibes that I

be givin', makin' money,

gettin,

spittin,

ya'll shittin,

down to the fuckin' white meat.

You hoes wanna find me

and my nigga Layzie Bone (...?...).

Ain't no comin' back, comin' back,

give me some of that good shit you smokin',

got me gigged up,

heat it up,

lit it up,

I'm straight locin'.

I'm hopin' that all y'all bustas got time to play.

My nigga Tombstone,

Krayzie Bone,

swing around your way,

your way.

(Chours 2x)

(Krayzie)

Now what if we banged your brain,

put 'em in a coffin, and that's where they lay?

Nigga, wanna row the boat to get chromed,

dump 'em in the river.

Now, that's how we play.

Hey, murdered them niggas that's plottin' to rob me.

Hollow point top in your body.

Nigga fin to bless your soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg,

leavin' you stiff and cold.

Nigga, what ya gonna do when

the muthafuckin' thugstas come for you?

You snooze, you lose, you catch this uzi.

Nigga fin to shoot the po-po, too, and we do.

Runnin' with a nigga with finger on his trigger,

when I catch 'em, I fill 'em with ammunition.

Hit 'em with the bullet and I really meant to get ya,

they miss 'em.

Hey, we down with the swangin',

no fake entertainin'.

We quick when to fuck-a you up, oh my!

Gauges and uzis and three fifty-sevens,

we load 'em and shoot for your head. You die!

Niggas, they better test me.

Leatherface quick when he pull out this weapon. [Hey.]

We leavin' 'em headless.

Respect them Clair playas, *****.

(Chours)

(Souljah Boy)

I'm on a mission [mission].

I'm swift when I empty my clip.

You oughta' beat your ***

real fast to safety, man,

if a soldier's about to rip.

You get lit, get hit,

as I split your shit.

Ain't worried 'bout a nigga tellin',

yellin' muthafuckin' thangs.

All you bitches [soldiers] gon' lay stiff,

as I shift with my grip off into a whole new level.

(Krayzie)

Gon' on my click, and now you're dead wrong [dead wrong].

Rest in peace.

They seem to be creepin' up on me lately.

Fuck it, let's all go crazy,

sell weed daily,

and we ready.

My thugstas love

when we buck buck,

put 'em underground, fuck 'em.

Krayzie release them shells.

I say, "say fuck it, let's all go to Hell,"

'cause I got my money,

my pistol,

my reefer,

never forget my thugs, what?

Hey, we slay.

We spray.

(Souljah Boy)

We pray everyday,

but still I see that you and me

just don't mix,

so I grab my grip.

I'm a kill your click,

that's the end of this shit.

So don't you ever

in your muthafuckin' life try to test me

steppin' like Rambo with this bulletproof vest and with a knife.

You better respect me,

or I won't think twice.

I'm killin' your wife.

Your bitch get sniped just like Wesley,

don't test me,

don't press me.

Krayzie Bone will open up they chest, G.

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

Yeah, niggas [Nigga, yeah nigga].

Yeah, ho-*** niggas, y'all muthafuckas

[shit.] ain't ready for this muthafuckin' real thug shit.

[That's the shit.

Niggas ain't ready.] Bone shut shit down

[shut shit down!], completely down!

[completely down!] You hoes didn't know? [Huh?]

You gotta recognize.

St.Clair Wasteland, nigga.

[Wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland,

soldiers, soldiers, soldiers]

Ho-*** muthafuckin' bitches.

I'm ready to kill 'em! Can you feel that?

 

[Plottin4success 10+ year member]

Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik

Song and album name.

They just dont make em like this anymore.

 

[Blove1991 10+ year member]

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord

And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord

Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord

Well if you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand

I've seen your face before my friend, but I don't know if you know who I am

Well I was there and I saw what you did, I saw it with my own two eyes

So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been

It's all been a pack of lies

And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord

Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord

Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord, oh Lord

Well I remember, I remember, don't worry, how could I ever forget

It's the first time, the last time we ever met

But I know the reason why you keep your silence UP, oh no you don't fool me

Well the hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows

It's no stranger to you and me

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord

Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord

I can feel it in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh lord

Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord

And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord

I can feel it in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord

Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh lord, oh lord

I can feel it in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord

And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord

And I can feel it in the air tonight, Oh Lord...

I've been waiting for this moment, all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord

 

[akizzle 10+ year member]

Brotha Lynch)

Yeah Im back up in this mother****er

For the 9 whatever the ****

You know I ain't dead yet

I'm with my real loc *****s

I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the gates

Loc'ed up ak and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey

I feel the pay, back simmering in my brain

But thought to death cloud my mind

As my *****s is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed

but who really got my back

Fade now that them *****s hit the grave

I'm killing them off for the olds days

24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple cush and make me sicker

than sick and even get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish

cause ***** it's EBK everyday all day to the day I die

I'm creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10

AR15 rugga with a 12 guage pump in the trunk

and a black beany disguise

That ***** that you can't see glocks and locs

over my eyes crept like a black cat with a mac

with a mac 10 in my lap with fat sack of that crack

took a hit of that shit and seen some *****s with a 4-5

So I let 'em have it bounce to the O you know trippin

on that Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter for you to dump

and put one in your ***** and put her in her grave

with that empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip

then bounce to that ounce

with a lack and a mac and a fat pack shit

I'm sicker than sick you *****s gotta admit when I

grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one

***** so rest in piss

 

[Toone 10+ year member]

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[ VERSE 1 ]

Look, look, look, look...

Look at me, cool as I wanna be

Fly as they come beside of some wanna-be

One of the chosen, if you're chosen, then go into

Rhymes that change the time, as it grows into

Riches, itches, switches your whole lifestyle

You're in the spotlight, over night flyin miles

Away, today I'm flyin high

So I give thanks to the Man in the sky

I remember a time whenever a rhyme

Left your lips, it only could get nickels and dimes

But nickels and dimes wasn't enough to eat

So I guess you could say I was saved by the beat

On the street, surrounded by sin

I never sell out, and I wouldn't give in

God said: you can win, look within

See your skin, you're my kin

And I made you funke

God made me funke

F-u-n-k-e

[ VERSE 2 ]

Esoteric, non-generic, potent lyrics

Only those with ears will hear it

As above so below

Lucky 7-7, heaven, have been blown

Back and forth

South to north

Right to left

Life to death

East to west

Knowledge step, 33 degrees

327 left to see

So God created a light in which I shine

With sublime rhymes that inclines the mind

Define ancient segments, seek it, speak it, teach it

Keep it, peep it, we get stronger and reap its

Benefits, but then it gets more intricate

As you get deeper into it

To open the door, the power of God's the one key

And I opened it, and God made me funke

(Is it funky enough?)

(Funky enough)

God made me funke

(Is it funky enough?)

F-u-n-k-e

(Funky) is the way God made me

(Funky) is the power He gave me

(Funky) like the fans that pay me

(Funky) like the stations that play me

(Funky) is how I made it through the '80s

(Funky) connected to the ladies

(Funky) you know a devil can't faze me

(Funky) I ain't afraid, bee

(Funky) cause God made me

Funke

[ VERSE 3 ]

I'm over, over like a fat rat

The blind see what I got, and others see how I got that

Position with vision

Precision, decision

's like a livin prism

I'm shinin light on the money I made

And the rhymes parlayed

And you can see I'm paid

I condemn them that focus on the ends

As opposed to the means, killin machines men

I'm the real 'high roller', cause I'm rollin with God

Save the children - that's my job

Workin overtime, goin over-rhyme

Mind over matter, spirit over mind

I sympathize with the brothers on the street

Cause it's genocide, and we all gotta eat

But do the right thing, and you'll never be hungry

I kept the faith and God made me funke

God made me funke

 

[supermaxx123 10+ year member]

wow^

 

[PossumJenkins 10+ year member]

[Andre 3000]

Outkas wit a K, yeah them *****z are hard

Harder than a ***** trying to impress God

We'll pull your're whole deck, **** pulling your card

And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park

And play the sweetest melody the street ever heard

Now *****es ******* on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs

Get full, and *****z, *****z,

pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat

As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself

If it's for the wealth i'll stop, well put i like this

It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop

Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall

I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall

Yeah, ***** naw, we learn to the side don't fall

All y'all **** boys, tuck toys inside your pants

Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a ***** wanna dance

Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac

In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route

Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta shit

 

[DBfan187 5,000+ posts]

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[terra 5,000+ posts]

does not exist

Does...but is rare and hard to find. I haven't had a radio for the past 6 months, finally connected it last night. Turned on 93.3...I promptly disconnected it again. //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/smile.gif.1ebc41e1811405b213edfc4622c41e27.gif

 

[xxxbasshead 10+ year member]

^^^havent had the radio connected to the HU in bout a year.........

 

[DBfan187 5,000+ posts]

wrong, so wrong