Outkast

Outkast - Myintrotoletuknow lyrics

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Time and time again see I be thinking about that future
 Back in the day when we slaves up everyone's a cool ass nigga
 But now we vultures  slam my nigga back out
 To make his ass black out  or even pull your fuking head
 To make his whole crew believers  you're harder than a bitch full of dicks
 But that don't be sounding like he's shit to me
 See now in the ghetto or should I say Lakewood
 You better be strapped cuz them niggaz over there just ain't good
 Just being a hustla, serving on all your customers
 Rent was due on the 1st of the month so I'm hustling
 I buy you 50 box of Phillies at the Citgo
 And niggaz be wanting drinks and shit from the fuking sto', yo
 But that's aight, tho', cuz I be getting paid
 And every trip I take, there's a dollar to be made
 I'm digging through my pockets for my earnings got you five
 Deep, there it is, now it's time to smoke that jive


 (Chorus)
 If you smoke a dime, then I'll smoke a dime (2x)

 Hey 'Dre, Let 'em know what's up

 (Andre)
 I've been slipping, slowly but surely
 Niggaz I used to hang wit wants to act like they don't know me
 Come and listen to my story, I gots alot of shit up on my mind
 I wipe the boo-boo from my brain then I finish your behind
 Take a number, I caught you in a slumber
 I hit you for a lick, I'm in the slammer for the summer
 But now it's the fall, I'm having a ball, making my nickels act strong
 To my niggaz got to servin when they beep and when they call
 I got the Peter, Paul and plus that Mary Jane
 I'm rolling reefer out of a Regal, how could I refrain
 from being rough, from being tough, from being dangerous
 I'm hangin wit the P.A. Niggaz, ain't no gankin us
 See you can try, if you try, if you don't, you don't
 If you wanna battle, it's either that you will or you won't
 See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke
 If you got some fly shit, yo, niggaz gonna how we tote
 Dope, is not what I be slanging on this track
 Niggaz don't comprehend that it be deeper that Cadillacs
 You know that, right, you bite, you fuked up
 You won't be getting away this time, I'm real as hell, so what's up
 I rip shit wit pimp shit, I'm flinging it from the south
 Talk bad about the A town, I'll bust you in your fuking mouth

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Language: English

Appearing on: Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1994)

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