Outkast Lyrics
"Tomb
Of The Boom"
(feat. Konkrete, Big Gipp, Ludacris)
[Big
Boi]
Yo
Just so you all know what time it is
It's your homeboy
Straight
from the A-T
I ain't even goin say the motherfucking rest
You know
We
talk about it all day long baby
We fin'a break you off with some brand new
shit
[C-Bone]
This rap game lovely
Konkrete
play a part cause the Feds want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty,
trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Ridin like a bucket, nigga fuck it
I
know some hoes slutty
I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playin rugby
I
done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean through
customs, no questions
Perpetrators in the booth, rappin lame like they drug
related
It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby
You don't
grind, you be lying
She'll be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe
[Big
Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you
deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool,
ooh, that's cool
[Lil' Brotha]
You see, I cock
back glocks, got more pull than slang shots
Hit G spots by givin hoes back
shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up
on your block in the 500 Benz drop
Konkrete, Aquemini, we takin this here to
the top
Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop
You say it's
hot, well let me turn it up another notch
To all my real niggaz, won't you
pump this out your Speakerboxxx
Fuck the cops, we makin noise and we won't
stop
Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's goin drop
Old school, big
shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock
[Big
Gipp]
They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle
Mr.
Cockerspanielle in Your Poodle, after school tutor
Roto Rooter, addicted to
follies
Like brown collies, stay soft fro
Swimming in the fallopian of an
Ethiopian
Talking a different language, RBI fly wide
Come to me now, 84
hard, 84 soft wit me now
Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk
wit me now
Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now
Fight a bitch,
hit her in the eye for me now
See you when I see you, now out wit me now
[Big
Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you
deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool,
ooh, that's cool
[Supa Nate]
I will never fall
off, I haul off heavy weight
Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates
I'm
true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit
Over a million sold on strictly
weed and bricks
Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up
I prefer my liquor
dark and a mean white slut
It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the
game
You can fool the record labels but not the street fame
I just tell
it how I see it nigga, fact is fact
The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum
plaque
I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props
Konkrete and
Big Boi beatin through your Speakerboxxx
[Big Boi]
Tomb
after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside
the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh,
that's cool
[Ludacris]
Ludacris, yeah I keep a
glock in case you like to leak alot
Meanwhile, crank the volume knob up on
my Speakerboxxx
Get the fuck on the ground
Is just a phase you might hear
strolling through the A-Town
They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
From
College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland
So put your fist up boy, you
wanna romp
You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped
Thinking way
back before I got mine
Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs
It's
my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman
A hundred though, bitch, diamonds
shimmerin
Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below
I'm
with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios
Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your
cubicles
I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles
[Big
Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you
deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool,
ooh, that's cool
[Big Boi]
Fourth and goal
Should
I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll
Around and
take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
Cranium overload,
overthrowed
Now we got seven more points on the board, fa sho
B-I-G B-O-I,
me oh my, I think he's blessing me
Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got
the recipe
Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me
Player,
pimp, ganster, poet
We goin spit it, we goin show it to your ass
"You're
a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed
But I know one day
we will once more cross paths
They say "Big Boi, can you pull it off without
your nigga Dre"
I say "people, stop the madness cause me and Dre
be okay"
OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division
We jus tsplit it down
the middle so you can see both the visions
Been spittin it damn near ten years,
why the fuck would be be quittin
Fuck, nigga
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