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Versuri Ova Da Wudz
Something's gotta give!
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? Uhh
Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes,
tekwood
Martin luther king, bankhead
Verse One: Big Boi
Under-cover, over da hills and thru tha woods I
go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin
fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them southern
playas
Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and
Decaturs, now
You up to par and ready fo yo lesson
I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so
let's crank up a session
Like Tri-City high school, was pullin em in a
broke down Rabbit
I spit a couple of words and layin em down was
just a habit
Just like smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we
rolled up
Talkin about the click will get you laid down
hella swoled up
Hootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek wit
Isotoners
And went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was
a goner
Tell em Big Boi did it; I swear that nigga be
rhymin
Every lyric that he spit be turnin charcoals into
Diamonds and Pearls
Girl when you givin up them draws, cause
I got a couple of niggaz down the hall
That wanna hit it too, I'm not the type to be
actin selfish
Set it out and let it out and I'll be right back
just like Elvis
Cause the postman rings twice...
Hey Mr. Postman....
Chorus: repeat 2X
power, power, I come gimme some
tha deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car
let's travel far, tha southern star shines
Verse Two: Dre
Everybody wanna get signed, but (here to tell
you)
record companies act like pimps
Gettin paid off what we made when we the ones
that's fly like blimps
But ain't no Goodyear, I tell it like it is so
I'm like look here
Just willin to get what I deserve my kids to have
a mother
and a little house, with a dog in the backyard
goin woof-woof
Who knows what I'ma say soon's I leave this
recording booth
Poof, back in the real world where birds fly
From Miami by way of Cuba to whoever wants to get
that high
There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's
Pro-jects, packed with playas meditating on their
knees
Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef,
you won't believe
The shit that niggaz attempt cause they got other
mouths to feed
besides they own
Chorus
Verse Three: Big Boi
There's some hoes in this house, damn right
I'm thinkin about the way you skull me, guzz me
Suckin me dry like deserts Mojave, Gotti, hotties
and honeydips
Likin the way you do me, screw me it make my
money flip
Shakin that ass for daddy puttin this gas off in
my Cadi-llac
Back, don't ever snap, packin the gats and pimpin
whores
Hors d'oevres, swerve, hit the curb because I'm
reckless
Back in the days when I was broke I'd snatch your
fuckin necklace
You ol' pussy-ass nigga... yeah
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