Outkast - Flip Flop Rock (feat. Killer Mike & Jay-Z) Lyrics
(feat. Killer Mike, Jay-Z)[Big Boi] Yeah.. ATLiens style on y'all ass[K. Mike] DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI[K. Mike] Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration - holla![Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be[Y. Hova] Big Boi in the place to be (Young)[Y. Hova] Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (*****)[Y. Hova] I brought (holla) the whole hood with me[Big Boi] You got red dirt in your afro[Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be (yeah)[Y. Hova] OutKast in the place to be (yeah)[Verse One: Big Boi]Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the blockDidn't have to break a steerin column, didn't have to cook a rockA damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call yaNever judge a person or a book by it's coversJust because my tone is darker than yours, a little tannerYou never took the time out, examine yourself boi.. are you black, white, asian?Indonesian, or Borean - that's black and KoreanWe on the same team if we breathinI jumped off the subject to see if you was seeinthat we drop a little science off in every verseThey put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon' curseBut the knowledge is the power, the cowards get devouredAny hour, any cipher, any way to any heightBecause I might just SNAP on a *****-ass niggaMight clap a cap at a sucka-ass niggaIn the meantime, Daddy Fatsacks gon' chill outHe might just, pull out his pistoland let that thang whistle at your windshield or your residenceSuperman to Clark Kent, you better be way harderthan the park bench to start thisMarcus, Jason, my little brother JamesAll my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the sameAin't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a pairA player stiffen the competitionPressed like Levi's and toughskins, one minus oneNegative one minus negative one is nothinBustin d-boy raps and player poemsThe 'Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowdAnd rock the crowd original material while you bore 'emYour live show consists of everybody's shit but you're-unsDo your own shit! In your live show (bitin ass nigga)[Chorus: Jay-Z - repeat 2X]Young Hov' in the place to beBig Boi in the place to be (Young)Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (*****)I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)[Verse Two: Big Boi]Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snoozewith her +Eyes Wide Shut+, before I asked to hit her gutIf you brunette, +Legally Blonde+ I might respondTake you to +Swan Lake+ and beyondAntwan raps on, raps on, clap off clap onI switch the flow so quick you cannot fa-thomI take a submarine two thousand leagues below the seaand try to grab one line or sentenceRhyme repentance, find the illest lyricistAnd give him a clean bill of healthWealth might make you look good but you sound like shitAnd your team lookin shitty to death[Verse Three: Killer Mike]My nigga Big Boi said, watch 'em as they gawk and they ganderYou can follow or lead like Commander PicardYou can have +The Whole World+Or be satisfied with the boulevard, overstandthis young player's rhymeI foregoed the crime and I focused on rhymeFocused on every word, and lineLike a young Cassius Clay in his primeI was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I'mthe epitome of raw rhymeGot signed, got serious about the craftof raw rhyme and I got mine - Aquemini'smurderous monster move mindsDid it so hard that it oughta be a crimeWhen you see I'm comin holla one-time, holla one-timeWhen you see I'm comin holla one-time (one-time)[Chorus][Interlude]Don't, you, like, to grooveIn your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoesTo run yo' tennis shoesDon't, it, matter to youThat OutKast we got that slump for y'allKeep that funk for y'all[Verse Four: Jay-Z]When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoesAt the interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flopsAnd I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm them interviewsdudes wanna know what he coppedAnd where you got that, and how could they buy thatWhere the million dollar watch at, stop that!Why that, why this, niggaz wanna hijack the flynessI'm on a whole 'nother planeA whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playinUnderstand what I'm sayinHov' and OutKast, whatchu think about that?Really don't matter though what you niggaz chatter thoughAnybody get out of line then you trustthat the mac'll go b-r-r-r-r-ap, got you killed for that aloneBack on the shit, back on the stripAnother hit I'm not gon' miss[Interlude]
