Outkast - Ova Da Wudz Lyrics
Somethings gotta give!Yeah, you know what Im sayin? uhhHerring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwoodMartin luther king, bankheadVerse one: big boiUnder-cover, over da hills and thru tha woods I goLike green lights, a southern nigga thats comin fo yo throatBut not no guillotine see, we be them southern playasRemember the football socks, aerobic reeboks and decaturs, nowYou up to par and ready fo yo lessonI got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so lets crank up a sessionLike tri-city high school, was pullin em in a broke down rabbitI spit a couple of words and layin em down was just a habitJust like smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we rolled upTalkin about the click will get you laid down hella swoled upHootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek wit isotonersAnd went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a gonerTell em big boi did it; I swear that nigga be rhyminEvery lyric that he spit be turnin charcoals into diamonds and pearlsGirl when you givin up them draws, causeI got a couple of niggaz down the hallThat wanna hit it too, Im not the type to be actin selfishSet it out and let it out and Ill be right back just like elvisCause the postman rings twice...Hey mr. postman....Chorus: repeat 2xPower, power, I come gimme someTha deadly voice over drums, we from, atlPut tha swats swats on yo carLets travel far, tha southern star shinesVerse two: dreEverybody wanna get signed, but (here to tell you)Record companies act like pimpsGettin paid off what we made when we the ones thats fly like blimpsBut aint no goodyear, I tell it like it is so Im like look hereJust willin to get what I deserve my kids to have a motherAnd a little house, with a dog in the backyard goin woof-woofWho knows what ima say soons I leave this recording boothPoof, back in the real world where birds flyFrom miami by way of cuba to whoever wants to get that highTheres clouds of clowns, seas of gsPro-jects, packed with playas meditating on their kneesJust to make them ends meet, like ground beef, you wont believeThe shit that niggaz attempt cause they got other mouths to feedBesides they ownChorusVerse three: big boiTheres some hoes in this house, damn rightIm thinkin about the way you skull me, guzz meSuckin me dry like deserts mojave, gotti, hotties and honeydipsLikin the way you do me, screw me it make my money flipShakin that ass for daddy puttin this gas off in my cadi-llacBack, dont ever snap, packin the gats and pimpin whoresHors doevres, swerve, hit the curb because Im recklessBack in the days when I was broke Id snatch your *****in necklaceYou ol *****-ass nigga... yeah
