Текст песни 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
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