Lyrics Ova Da Wudz - OutKast

Something's gotta give!

Yeah, nah'sayin'?
Herring homes, uh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood
Martin luther king (uh), bankhead
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin' fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them southern players
Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now

You up to par and ready fo' yo' lesson
I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks
So let's crank up the session
Like Tri-City high school, was pullin' 'em in a broke down Rabbit
I spit a couple of words and layin' em down was just a habit
Just like smokey, choking off the few weed that we rolled up
Talkin' about the click will get you laid down hella swoled up

Hootie Hoo slapped ya boys across the cheek wit' Isotoners
And went to tell yo' momma and yo' poppa that you was a goner
Tell 'em Big Boi did it, I swear that nigga be rhymin'
Every lyric that he spit be turnin charcoals into Diamonds and Pearls
Girl when you givin' up them draws, 'cause
I got a couple of niggas down the hall
That want to hit it too, I'm not the type to be actin' selfish
Set it out and let it out and I'll be right back just like Elvis
'Cause the postman rings twice
Hey Mr. Postman

Power, power, I come gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, A-T-L
Put the S.W.A.T.S., S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car
Let's travel far, the southern star shines
Power, power, I come gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, A-T-L
Put the S.W.A.T.S., S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car
Let's travel far, the southern star shines

Everybody wanna get signed, but (here to tell you)
Record companies act like pimps
Gettin' paid off what we made when we the ones that's fly like blimps
But ain't no Goodyear, I tell it like it is so I'm like look here
Just willin' to get what I deserve my kids to have a mother
And a lil' house, with a dog in the backyard goin' "Woof-woof"

Who knows what I'ma say soon's I leave this recording booth
Poof, back in the real world where birds fly (fly)
From Miami by way of Cuba to whoever wants to get that high (high)
There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's
Projects, packed with players meditating on they knees
Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef, you won't believe
The shit that niggas attempt 'cause they got other mouths to feed
Besides they own

Power, power, I come gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, A-T-L
Put the S.W.A.T.S., S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car
Let's travel far, the southern star shines
Power, power, I come gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, A-T-L
Put the S.W.A.T.S., S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car
Let's travel far, the southern star shines

There's some hoes in this house, damn right
I'm thinkin' about the way you skull me, guzz me
Suckin' me dry like deserts Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honeydips
Likin' the way you do me, screw me it make my money flip
Shakin' that ass for daddy puttin' this gas off in my Cadillac
Back, don't ever snap, packin' the gats and pimpin' whores
Hors d'oevres, swerve, hit the curb because I'm reckless
Back in the days when I was broke I'd snatch yo' fuckin' necklace
Yo, puss-ass nigga, yeah