Outkast - Ain't No Thang lyrics

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Outkast - Ain't No Thang lyrics

[Dre] A n***a ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe) Y'all hear my sh** go, it's Andre. Can yo punk a** come out to play? Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head You don't know who you be f**in with youse better off...dead Is what I say, best run the other way In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp Make yourself exempt p**y footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n***az die By gettin blasted, how drastic They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do I got the nerve to serve you up just like a raider do, but naw (naw, naw) I take that back, that's my problem Turnin and walkin away, this ain't gon work when they be robbin As long as Big Boi's still livin, never standin by my lonesome Step up n***a, if you want some [Chorus (2X)] Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point) It's all about that ses in yo chest (It's the joint) [Big Boi] Well n***a, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits It's that n***a down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits I'm quick to stop a s**a flow like menopause, it's the Original ghetto ba*tard, so now I makes a switch I used to sell dope, but in 1994 I'm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens She had me makin better grades to make a better life But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a sh** I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now I call the wild because it's time to take the streets So if you ain't got the burner, bring your big enough nuts (retreat) I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal Just an international playa, comin through your stereo [Chorus (2X):] [Dre] 3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead Cuz I'mma po' kid So Lord forgive me, I got to keep my milly right here near me When I be doin fine until these n***az want to clear me off my street But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto Don't have no neighbors that hit the pipe but never let go But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you Ain't sh** that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew On the concrete, remember when we ran deep Remember at the party when we served them n***az dandy They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me One is in mid-air and one is the chamber Y'all ask me what the f** I'm doin, I'm releasin anger Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way You can sway with Andre, I'll take her to the ho-jo, b**h Just let you know, yeah [Chorus (2X):] [Big Boi] It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac I got that n***a Dre, he ridin shotgun And got my pump under my seat, in case these yougstas wanna have some fun I'd do it if I have to, bustin caps with this a heat and load it clip up After clip And after again, if I feel it The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi beats ghetto blastin You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster 1-2-3, you need to think about the future Before I shoot your a** and dilute your gut with lead From my hollow clips, I'll send you to an early grave You f**in slave, you better try another way To take me out, is truly something difficult Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip I'mma kick you in your a** and your n***a gettin pistol whipped You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do [Chorus (2X)] Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the muthaf**in... Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the n***az Around the East Point way College Park is really on the map We comin around Atlanta and the n***az are really strapped With the muthaf**in guns and the muthaf**in glocks Steady is the gas n***a, don't fear it and it don't stop