Outkast - Claimin True Lyrics
[big boi]Well it is i, the pimp playin nigga that you heard aboutYeah, I got the money and a half a million dope housesI got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I ***** withI buy amps that pops my trunk swiftIve been a player since the age of twoThats when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talkDo how them hoe sellers doSee born and raised as a pimp, thats what I claim to beAlways claimin true to what I do and then ***** what I seeI pledge allegiance to the streets, thats where I growed upAnd make my money cuz my daddy never showed upBut ***** it, Im on my own, Im in my zoneAnd nothin wrong, you dont belong, you left me standing aloneYeah, Im the nigga with the feather in my hatFinger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all thatBut you aint know Im the one dippin and dodgin bulletsThe price you pay when you behind it steady tryin to pull itSo dolemite, dolemite not shit, I studied the mack and rudy ray mooreThey were my idols when I was a kidFrom nappy head, greasy face, eatin watermelonTo drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felonChorus: repeat 2xI wonder how you would react if you was in my shoesI put in work and did the dirt, thats how I payed my duesUh, 1-2-3, thats how it beSo all the real niggaz step up like the playas thats in back of me[dre]All heavenly father, why do you even bother watchin over meGrowin up a little g, my mama thought Id grow to beA lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin harderPacked a shank up in my socks when I started kindergartenThis aint no secret garden, so you fly when niggaz fleeIf it is one of my own, Im lettin the trigger beCuz I got love for any nigga who got love for meAnd then I get a slap of dap when Im slangin quarter keysJust tryin to make it, then of age, come through, take itI aint forgot about yall women who be workin niggaz butt *****At magic city, shakin titties just to pay the rentLord, tryin to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sentBut I aint got no sense, thats what I got them thinkinI think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankinCuz I be takin the rough side of the mountainIf you cross my path, Ill leave you drainin like a fountainYes its been like that since way back, in 1975Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to striveSo little botty bwoy better say your prayersYou better learn some street sense before somebody lay yaChorus: repeat 4x
