Outkast Lyrics
"Snappin'
& Trappin'"
[Killer Mike]
Our shit don't
mix like llao and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter splash ice and watch
it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
Show y'all soldier ass
niggaz
I'm murder city's Sargeant Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than
a barber
I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker
This pussy
wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to leave her
swiss cheese for more cheddar
I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters
What's
up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather
I've seen it all in the trap with fitted
caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em
Nigga
know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who
next on my shit list
Banana niggaz need to split
Quit fucking with this
thorough Atlanta click
This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
My
pen and pixel make violence more graphic
I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran
wrap it
One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic(x2)
Killer Mike
nigga!
[Hook x2]
Don't you be looking at me crazy
like ya want to
The game is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating
cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin mouth
[Big
Boi]
My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal
in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top
A nigga don't stop for squares
or octagons prepare
I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up
shop
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin tweeters
And
woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my feet up
I'mma eat up anybody
who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, poke your chest in, the
next of kin
Gone be the first one like some Mexicans to buck
Nigga you stuck
like a truck in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the deacon speakin' while
ya tweakin'
The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
You're
not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
And now pastor
is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life
Your brother fuckin' your
damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate
It's
too late, 'cause you hate, you hate
It's too late, 'cause you hate
Punk
pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?! (Hook)
[Killer
Mike]
Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch
Lick my blunts and spit,
like she do my dick
Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks
Spit
it in her eye make it hard to focus
[Big Boi]
Killer
Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy
Ol' girl might yell rape
G, you might as well give her a throat baby
Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking
her down to the ground
Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talkin'
about
[Killer Mike]
Big Boi, my mentor, hear what
you hollering about
But fuck that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth
Need
her to gobble up jism, like school lunches
Need her to take cat beatings and
throw punches
[Big Boi]
Like a swarm of locusts,
no hocus-pocus
You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures
We two of the
dopest mic controllers
Stack big bank, honey folders
Even wit' rollers,
I'm trying to told ya
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks
Of
Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lapels
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard,
my mind's expanding
Readily rappin' and snappin', snappin' and trappin'
That's
just what's happening [Hook]
[J-Sweet]
A whey
you want come dis
When you know you nuh fit
You better move you bombo
Before
me start trip
Nuff a them a talk OutKast
Nuff a them a trip
Nuff a them
come in like a bitch
Whey wear slip
A J-Sweet me name an' me already Chris
A
OutKast me spar wid
So boy nuh try dis
If you dis boy shot knaw go miss
Gun
shot a go teck you just like fits
Boy hear me song an' thought a remix
Brand
new tune platinum hits
We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch
OutKast,
J-Sweet, Killer Mike
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