Myrna "Peaches" Crenshaw - Spaghetti Junction lyrics

[Intro] Yeah yeah, yes Spaghetti Junction, yes yes Elope ski slopes *coughs* ahh damn.. yeah, check this out [Andre 3000] n***as elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches Tootin like it's cool bein a fool, and I can't just Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain When it starts to fall [Big Boi] Lookin like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man I'm speakin about these pros cause you know nothing bout that man The n***a the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet You thinkin about the beatin, this my ends is never met, n***a [Andre 3000] Black man, white man, Jew man ain't no joke Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch And talk about when we get older now we up against the ropes Yeah they kickin n***as door down; cause it ain't no dope on the streets [Big Boi] And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a n***a like me need Talkin about that Southern sess, n***a you all up in that mess But never shall you test, and never shall you quit Runnin up on me with that f** sh** will get you nothin but dead n***a [Hook] Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home {*whispered*} In the junction, in the junction Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce {*whispered*} Junction, junction To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh {*whispered*} Junction, junction [Big Boi] A-well I'm drankin on yak while I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac) The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that crack Be layin them College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs) Livin the life of pimps steadily makin this paper stack n***as don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb man 'til they start kickin the do' in, then we ready to blast dem Out (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash) So mayday, may Dre, knock 'em up off they a** boi [Andre 3000] We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah [Hook] [Big Boi] Well like flip-flops and football socks A n***a be rockin the mic like birthdays Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you wor-thy? I'm callin yo' a** a flawed pimp Yappin about this crew you run wit Bankhead bouncin to that dumb sh** So what mo' can you come wit? [Andre 3000] Yes, they can bite, but cannot be us They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in "My Adidas" So Run like D.M.C. is me and no, don't got no heater [Big Boi] Well we zippin around the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln I got my heat up under my seat Just in case these youngsters tryin to take it Pullin the pistol on another black man was never the plot But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot [Andre 3000] Well, they come like black stallions in the night Usually around fo' or five, is when they figure the time is right When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it Wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill - surprised [Hook]