Andre 3000 - Neck Uv Da Woods lyrics

[Intro: Mystikal] This is, Mystikal and Outkast I'm representin' [Verse 1: Mystikal] I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES, goddammit You can't stand it! Make 'em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami Handlin' with my man 'nem in Atlanta And they payin' me 'cause they know I bring the kinda sh** you feelin' as I'm sayin it I'm like the NBA sore thumb Or a pawn shop Tec 9, b**h, I'm known for jammin' Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary Put a mean a** flow on top of bad vocabulary I bust through, intrude, move through distractions Withstand hits and blows, don't lose no traction I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em If a n***a come in clown then I'm gon' get the cannon And then get God back Knuckle up boy, don't be no f** boy Me and Guillotine we run some n***as in a big truck boy Run flat boy, run that boy b**h, where I'mma send you, you can't come back, boy I bring flames to a four alarm fire I wash him up and wring him out, now throw him in the dryer I hit the door, I'm blowin' him like Southern band And they always tryin' to find something to say about the brotherman I invent 'em, flip 'em, and send 'em Rhymes get jumped off like I pulled King Kong for ya Guess what? This is a stick-up Give me back my sh** before I start pickin' bricks up Garbage MCs better run for it Don't come this way 'cause you can't walk on this side of the yard forty And respect me for takin' it to 'em So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods [Big Boi] Yeah, like that, ha ha, ha ha, yeah, yeah, yeah Mystikal and OutKast, ha ha [Hook 2X: André 3000] If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock If it ain't 808 in the trunk, it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop 'Cause the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh [Verse 2: Big Boi] Call me the Heat Miser, the beat riser The n***a that spit that street fire Mystikal, André, and Big Boi taking 'em out of the park like Mark McGwire Sosa, you so so, your rhymes are small like Toto You're b**hmade like Dorothy, you belong in a sorority I'mma call you Cocoa, or Candy Go sing a song with Brandy Quit rhymin' and double timin', what is you sayin', G? I'm taking my thirteenth shot of Cuervo Gold My style is drunken And you know we doin' the beat big, oh hell yeah, it's gonna be bumpin' Giving you something to beat the block with, with the cops swift My stamina's incredible, so s**a, don't try to stop this The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare 'cause it's scaring me But I live, gotta give, one-double-O percent above the rest Yeah, Daddy Fat Sacks gon' burst, and you know that, YEAH Yeah, know that, East Point never stop like that All the way to Decatur [Hook 2X: André 3000] If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock If it ain't 808 in the trunk, it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop 'Cause the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh [Verse 3: André 3000] Hey, what's your name? André 3000, the year to fear is already here Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun Reason for a gun, only one Strong believer in self-preservation Aahhhhh, OOF! In the State of confused City of forgotten fate, County of the blues Street address Generation X Avenue But Generation Y high to the point That a joint won't anoint a new one Walking in my silver boots, need a shoehorn and some church socks What if I told you he manipulate clocks? Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds Then re-arrange and change things that's on your mind Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut bu*ter? Would you holler that I'm lying and ask another? Or pay no heed and run for cover? [Hook 3X: André 3000] If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock If it ain't 808 in the trunk, it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop 'Cause the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh