paroles de chanson Claimin' True - OutKast
[Big
Boi]
Well
it
is
I,
the
pimp
playin
nigga
that
you
heard
about
Yeah,
I
got
the
money
and
a
half
a
million
dope
houses
I
got
the
hookers
on
the
go
and
playa
rhymes
that
I
fuck
with
I
buy
amps
that
pops
my
trunk
swift
I've
been
a
player
since
the
age
of
two
That's
when
I
learned
to
walk,
grab
my
crotch,
talk
Do
how
them
hoe
sellers
do
See
born
and
raised
as
a
pimp,
that's
what
I
claim
to
be
Always
claimin
true
to
what
I
do
and
then
fuck
what
I
see
I
pledge
allegiance
to
the
streets,
that's
where
I
growed
up
And
make
my
money
cuz
my
daddy
never
showed
up
But
fuck
it,
I'm
on
my
own,
I'm
in
my
zone
And
nothin
wrong,
you
don't
belong,
you
left
me
standing
alone
Yeah,
I'm
the
nigga
with
the
feather
in
my
hat
Finger
waves
and
snake
skins,
shit,
I
got
all
that
But
you
ain't
know
I'm
the
one
dippin
and
dodgin
bullets
The
price
you
pay
when
you
behind
it
steady
tryin
to
pull
it
So
Dolemite,
Dolemite
not
shit,
I
studied
the
Mack
and
Rudy
Ray
Moore
They
were
my
idols
when
I
was
a
kid
From
nappy
head,
greasy
face,
eatin
watermelon
To
drug
dealer,
armed
robber,
now,
to
big
felon
Chorus:
repeat
2X
I
wonder
how
you
would
react
if
you
was
in
my
shoes
I
put
in
work
and
did
the
dirt,
that's
how
I
payed
my
dues
Uh,
1-2-3,
that's
how
it
be
So
all
the
real
niggaz
step
up
like
the
playas
that's
in
back
of
me
[Dre]
All
heavenly
Father,
why
do
you
even
bother
watchin
over
me
Growin
up
a
little
G,
my
mama
thought
I'd
grow
to
be
A
lawyer
or
a
doctor
but
I
felt
like
comin
harder
Packed
a
shank
up
in
my
socks
when
I
started
kindergarten
This
ain't
no
secret
garden,
so
you
fly
when
niggaz
flee
If
it
is
one
of
my
own,
I'm
lettin
the
trigger
be
Cuz
I
got
love
for
any
nigga
who
got
love
for
me
And
then
I
get
a
slap
of
dap
when
I'm
slangin
quarter
keys
Just
tryin
to
make
it,
then
of
age,
come
through,
take
it
I
ain't
forgot
about
y'all
women
who
be
workin
niggaz
butt
naked
At
Magic
City,
shakin
titties
just
to
pay
the
rent
Lord,
tryin
to
hustle
must
be
somethin
that
was
heaven
sent
But
I
ain't
got
no
sense,
that's
what
I
got
them
thinkin
I
think
about
payback,
strap
myself
and
keep
on
dankin
Cuz
I
be
takin
the
rough
side
of
the
mountain
If
you
cross
my
path,
I'll
leave
you
drainin
like
a
fountain
Yes
it's
been
like
that
since
way
back,
in
1975
Been
taught
to
hustle
with
muscle
and
even
try
to
strive
So
little
botty
bwoy
better
say
your
prayers
You
better
learn
some
street
sense
before
somebody
lay
ya
Chorus:
repeat
4X
1 Club Donkey Ass (Interlude)
2 Welcome to Atlanta (Interlude)
3 Flim Flam (Interlude)
4 Player's Ball
5 Peaches - Intro
6 Myintrotoletuknow
7 Ain't No Thang - Dirty Version
8 Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
9 Call of da Wild
10 Funky Ride
11 Git Up, Git Out
12 True Dat (Interlude)
13 Claimin' True
14 Hootie Hoo
15 D.E.E.P.
16 Crumblin' Erb
17 Player's Ball (Reprise)
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