Rajinder "Conga Man" Kala - Synthesizer lyrics

[Intro: André 3000 + George Clinton] Everybody's got opinions On the way you're living, oooh But, see, they can't fill your shoes Life is made of half illusion, evolution Forty percent confusion, oooh Whatever's left I'm using to keep myself from losing, yeah You don't know what I've been through, oooh Hell, I might go through you Ghetto boy that won't eat tonight Uh-oh, oh-no-oahohh That little boy just wanna eat tonight, hey, hey, hey, hey He scuffles with her booty and her face And mm-mmmmmm Mom I'm seekin that Sir Tea and some soup, yeah All in all, it's all in my head [Verse 1: Big Boi] You know it's that high guy, from East P.I Spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me Boi how you gonna handle me? You want me to lolligag and talk that bullsh**? I refuse to play so I'm gon' speak that Southern good sh** That harder than yo' hood sh**, lil' sh** That make y'all n***as think about the trigger Before you pull it, on liquor stores and banks Them folks got more than enough bullets to put that a** Off in the slang, don't claim no gang, we the n***as That did that "Ain't No Thang But a Chicken Wang" But still though, how you gonna play a n***a like dil*o We OutKast til it's over, barbecue and never mildew For real bro [Interlude] "In tonight's news, 20th century technology: Has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far? Einstein or Frankenstein? Dr. Scholl's, or Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? Are we digging into new ground Or digging our own graves? Story at 11" [Verse 2: George Clinton] Valley girls are horny tonight (synthesizer) Fuzzy logic, their pubic virginity (synthesizer) Ooooh oooh ooh .. (synthesizer) Ooooh oooh ooh .. (synthesizer) Conceived under the influence of toxic wasted doctors Computer buggin debuggin device-a and vice versa And various viruses Performing with laser light precision and verbal incision For a lingustic ballistic lobotomy Mind-f**in you, a psycho-sodomy Of the medula oblongata Accept your mind down your spine and out your behind f** you [Verse 3: André 3000] Synthesizer, microwave me Give me a drug so I can make seven babies Pump my breasts up, can you s** the fat up Please make my life appear Like ain't no such thing as bad luck My nose ain't right, think I need a new one Just take your pick, a yellow, red, a black, or a blue one Virtual reality? Virtual bullsh**! Synthesizer preachers can reach you up in the pulpit Who a b**h? Give me my gat so I can smoke this n***a Tell his mamma not to cry Because they can clone him quicker Than it took his daddy to make him n***as bitin verbatim Thought provokin' records radio never played dem Instant, quick grits, new, improved Hurry hurry, rush rush, world on the move Marijuana illegal but cigarettes cool I might LOOK kinda funny but I ain't no fool Now if you wanna synthesize I emp-athize Now if you wanna synthesize I emp-athize But if you synthesize I will understand You'll synthesize a man [Verse 4: George Clinton] Ghetto boy horny tonight SCSI with a booty in a cage Problem sinkin down and stretchin out So sleepy, playing safe in cyberspace (synthesizer) Cybers**y Wendy web walking in the nude (synthesizer) Digital good time, digital good time Said she'd lapdance on your laptop While your laptop's in your lap Digital good time, digital good time Cybers**y Wendy web walkin in the nude Digital good time, digital good time Said she'd lapdance on your laptop While your laptop's in your lap Digital good time, digital good time Digital good time, digital good time Cybers**y Wendy web walkin in the nude Digital good time, digital good time Digital good time, digital good time Fuzzy logic, it's groovy.. [Skit: Big Boi + Uncredited] Wa**up, man? Wa**up player, wa**up, wa**up? What'chu need? What'chu need? sh**, trying to smoke good like you sh**, I ain't smoking good, I'm just out here trying to pay these bills, my n***a What it look like for the Oskie-Wowskie? sh**, for you? Cause you my n***a, sh**, 65 65? Yup, yeah You don' charged me 50 the other day It's some of that goddamn LA, some of that west coast So it must've had a fifteen-dollar plane ticket added on to the motherf**er Aye, sh**, aye, I don't put the tag on it, my n***a, I just sell to you just the way I get it, know what I'm saying? Same season and everything, huh? sh**, you know how it go, playa Well, I'mma tell it like this, I can't even smoke like that so you can go on and keep that sh**, I holla at you later then I'll holler at you to then, don't holly at me no more sh**, holla at you Bye, n***a Yo