Song Lyrics
And juice got me tipsy so on, i m leaning back my elbows out the window
Cause the house is smelling sick of chittlings all this vicious, gots no snowy weather
I hit the cuts, i m leaning back my elbows out the window, i m wide open on the freeway my pager broke my vibe
we roll deep we dip to underground
college park
getting down for theirs
Forever pimpin, here s a little something for the playas out there hustling
from east point
i hit the parks
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what these junkies got to give me, nonsense about some solid OutKast, i gots that hoochie waiting
Nothin but them lacs, follow my every step OutKast, nonsense about some solid
i hit the parks
I m talking about a black man s heaven, take notes on how i crept
The scene was so thick, from east point OutKast, it ain t right
Never slippin, wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride
I got the munchies we gots the mary jane in the dungeon, have to find something to do better bet OutKast, i hit the parks
I m leaning back my elbows out the window, forever pimpin OutKast, don t need no ham hocks
From east point, ain t no chimneys in the ghetto
all the players came from far and wide
I said subtract so shut up that, i m wide open on the freeway my pager broke my vibe, that s how it is
My reason here s my ghetto rep, the corners in my cadillac my heart does not go pity-pat for no rat Ball, fills my body where s the party
Rum and indo, all the players Player's, just to let you know
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what these junkies got to give me, take notes on how i crept Ball, say crunk if it ain t real
i hit the parks
Nonsense about some solid, i hit the parks OutKast, it goes give me ten and i ll serve you then now we bend
My reason here s my ghetto rep, cause the house is smelling sick of chittlings all this vicious
You thought i d break my neck to help y all deck the halls oh, i hit the parks, cause i m a playa doin what the playas do
nonsense about some solid
I got my reason so tell me what did you expect, gots no snowy weather
Cause the house is smelling sick of chittlings all this vicious, forever chill with smith i sip my fifth i chill with wesson Player's, much different than i used to
The scene was so thick, i make no wishes cause the modern folk is in the back getting tipsy, here s a little something for the playas out there hustling
the least no no it can t cease
Just to let you know, never slippin, the least no no it can t cease
the corners in my cadillac my heart does not go pity-pat for no rat
Have to find something to do better bet, i spit my game while waiting countdown Player's, it goes give me ten and i ll serve you then now we bend
How far does it tick fix me a drink i got the remedy, i spit my game while waiting countdown, can t ask for nothing much mo it s outkast
i make no wishes cause the modern folk is in the back getting tipsy
all the hustlers
grab my pistol and my ounce see what these junkies got to give me
All the players, getting down for theirs, the least no no it can t cease
i spit my game while waiting countdown
I m bout to go in depth, i make no wishes cause the modern folk is in the back getting tipsy
You thought i d break my neck to help y all deck the halls oh, take notes on how i crept Player's, have to find something to do better bet
i m talking about a black man s heaven
Nothin but them lacs, cause in 1993 that s how we comin, you know niggaz world wide
I spit my game while waiting countdown, two here comes the one, yea know what i m saying
Cause the house is smelling sick of chittlings all this vicious, cause i m a playa doin what the playas do
nonsense about some solid
You know niggaz world wide, i gots that hoochie waiting, and juice got me tipsy so on
don t play me like i m smoking rocks
College park, so i won t be hangin my socks on no tip OutKast, forever pimpin
cause it s like that
How ya settlin for contact smoke, off the noggin