Outkast - Neck Uv Da Woods Lyrics
[intro - mystikal]This is, mystikal and outkastIm representin[mystikal]Im not for the big bucks, no way miss God dammitYou cant stand it!Make em feel the impact and I aint even in miamiHandlin with my man nem in atalantaAnd they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda shit you feelinAs Im sayin itIm like the nba sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine,***** Im known for jamminSmoke mary, mary, maryPut a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabularyI bust through, intrude, move through distractionsWithstand hits and blows dont lose no tractionI threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at emIf a nigga comin clown then Im going get the cannonAnd the get God backKnuckle up boy, dont be no *****ed boyMe and guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boyRun flat boy, run that boy***** where Im a send you you cant come back boyI bring flames to a four alarm fireI wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryerI hit the door, Im blowin him like southern bandAnd they always tryin to find something to say about the brother manI invent em flip em and send emRhymes set you jumped like I poured king cobra over yaGuess what, this is a stick upGive me back my shit before I start pickin bricks upGarbage mcs better run for itDont come this way cuz you cant walk on this side of the yard, (? )And respect me for takin it to emSo expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woodsYeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeahMystikal and outkast, ha ha[hook - dre] x 2If it dont bump off in the club you cant rockIf it aint 808 in the trunk it aint knockIf you round our neck of the woods you better stopCuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh[big boi]All a the heat rise to the beat wiseTo that nigga that spit that street fireMystikal, andre and big boi takin em out of the park like mark mcgwireSosa, you so so, you brown and small like totoYoure ***** made like dorothyYou belong in a soroioty, Im a call you cocoaLike candy, go sing a song with brandyBut rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin g?I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunkenAnd you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah its gonna be bumpinGivin you somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops withMy staminas incredible so sucka dont try to stop thisThe d-u-n-g-e-o-n family, merrilyLife is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz its scarin meBut I live, gotta give one double o percent above the rest yeahThat daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, yeahYeah know that east point never stop like thatAll the way to decatur[hook] x 2[dre]Hey, whats your name?Andre 3000, the year to fear is already hereMust look beyond, sounds from the center of the sunReason for a gun, only oneStrong believer in self-preservationAahhhhh, oof!In the state of confusedCity of forgotten fate, county of the bluesStreet address generation x avenueBut generation y high to the point that I drinkRunnin on a new oneWalkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socksWhat if I told you that even if you made clocks?Stops, time rewinds, see what he findsThen re-arrange and change things thats on your mindWould you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter?Would you holler that Im live and ask another?Or take no heat and run for cover?[hook] x 3
