Big Boi - Tough Guy lyrics

[Refrain] Everbody on the streets This a little thesis coming from me When I throw up baguettes, sitting at the bar Or smoking a little red life in my car I don't know what you came to see n***a just out here feeding my kids Throw up the duece and let me slide on by Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy [Verse 1: Big Boi] Cruising down the street, minding my business cause I'm trill Stopped at the ATM, grabbed a thousand dollar bill Now I peel like apples and peaches because I'm chill And n***as around my city respect me because I'm real But still the things I see from day to day it irks me When I'm off in the '79 Seville or the Bonneville n***as wanna hurt me, absurd G I know it, betta believe I tote something for it And I got a slogan like Nike but it goes like this, just know it And I'm not the type of person be riding around your block just flashy Just came to the store to get some black and milds and a lil bit of 93 gas,G Wanna blast me, get sa**y, say negative things about OutKast G Riding all on a n***a dick, all you had to do was just dap me, come slap me You the bad man, so go ahead and touch my cheek then But we'll be burying you and your whole motherf**ing family by the weekend I'm calling your bluff, go on and buck, I got my squad we trapping Aye C-bone gone slap this n***a, he ain't bucking, he just yapping, yea [Refrain] [Verse 2: Bun B] Say, we took it from packing the pistols To jacking this missiles, to stacking my crystals Now my torpedo's even cracking your missile When we start, ain't no stopping us We too smart and too popular Take your toys and we topple em Resort to the dopplar To the agent underground well known as Stankonia Where trill as n***as go one and bad a** b**hes be boning ya I'm warning you, n***as i'll fill the middle of your moany And make yo broad lick her pony up, its that platinum sh** Called zonia, tell Tommy blow me up I ain't Mariah, b**h I'm the messiah can't no motherf**er show me up UGK a set n***a, throw me up f** catching a case b**h, i'll lace you and your homey up Cause we the cream coming out of the crop The steam coming out of the pot and the team coming out at the top Your baddest or not, these n***as getting shattered or shot Splattered for props, man you should'nt've left your gat at your spot [Refrain] [Verse 3: Pimp C] Pimp C b**h I'm a country star I got a country mansion and a country car I got a country b**h, I made a country son I got some country nuts, I keep a country gun I don't f** with nobody in this sh** but Bun So if you pay me a mil, you gotta give that n***a one f** boys talk sh**, but them b**h n***as know And UGK run the streets and we put dick in your ho Whether weed or blow, I keep an open store I keep my hair cut low, .44 on the floor You can test me Snow, we got the gla** for sho Get your mind on your money, cause you playing with your dough b**hes who ready to go, say you moving to slow If you wasn't bout s**ing it, what you f**ing with me for The quarters in the side in case you didn't know I'm Sweet Jones b**h and I'm an old school pro, pro, pro [Refrain] [Verse 4: Andre 3000] Since the beginning of time, up to the present of now There are beauty shop playas also intelligent clowns Got they blue cuts with brown, booty grinding the ground It's the sound that's created when we get up to get down Stimulate my imag-ination with exag-geration of stanking light That can't be right but we laughed To keep from crying, sighing, hugged by cutie-pie and d**h defying acts of a Blacks not scared of dying Y'all act like you never take no bubble bath Gone to Blockbuster and act like you ain't never cuddled after You poked her, stroked, soaked her, provoked her To reach for the sky when she's high on your holster I'm posed to, roast you, toast you, close you Motherf**ing mouth for I'm almost closed to the end So when they ask you what school do you attend Say Stankonia High, then throw two in the wind [Refrain]