Outkast - Tomb Of The Boom Lyrics
[Big Boi]YoJust so you all know what time it isIt's your homeboyStraight from the A-TI ain't even goin say the mother*****ing restYou knowWe talk about it all day long babyWe fin'a break you off with some brand new shit[C-Bone]This rap game lovelyKonkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug meAthletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust meBending corners in the BenzRidin like a bucket, nigga ***** itI know some hoes sluttyI optioned a ***** off like a nigga playin rugbyI done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust meJump European, came clean through customs, no questionsPerpetrators in the booth, rappin lame like they drug relatedIt made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a babyYou don't grind, you be lyingShe'll be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe[Big Boi]Tomb after tombBoom, boom after boomServing up emotion once you deep inside the tombFrom embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the wombCool, ooh, that's cool[Lil' Brotha]You see, I ***** back glocks, got more pull than slang shotsHit G spots by givin hoes back shotsI'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flopsBut I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz dropKonkrete, Aquemini, we takin this here to the topBust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes popYou say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notchTo all my real niggaz, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx***** the cops, we makin noise and we won't stopBump, bump, there goes the boom and it's goin dropOld school, big shoes, nigga, no socksWe keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock[Big Gipp]They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the NoodleMr. *****erspanielle in Your Poodle, after school tutorRoto Rooter, addicted to folliesLike brown collies, stay soft froSwimming in the fallopian of an EthiopianTalking a different language, RBI fly wideCome to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me nowBeautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me nowPush a glock for me now, sale ***** for me nowFight a *****, hit her in the eye for me nowSee you when I see you, now out wit me now[Big Boi]Tomb after tombBoom, boom after boomServing up emotion once you deep inside the tombFrom embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the wombCool, ooh, that's cool[Supa Nate]I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight***** wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman BatesI'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shitOver a million sold on strictly weed and bricksFlammable like gasoline when I'm lit upI prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slutIt's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the gameYou can fool the record labels but not the street fameI just tell it how I see it nigga, fact is factThe first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaqueI've been to hell and back so nigga give me my propsKonkrete and Big Boi beatin through your Speakerboxxx[Big Boi]Tomb after tombBoom, boom after boomServing up emotion once you deep inside the tombFrom embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the wombCool, ooh, that's cool[Ludacris]Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock in case you like to leak alotMeanwhile, crank the volume knob up on my SpeakerboxxxGet the ***** on the groundIs just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-TownThey don't believe I will stab them in the abdomenFrom College Park, Georgia to College Park, MarylandSo put your fist up boy, you wanna rompYou can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside StompedThinking way back before I got minePutting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signsIt's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentlemanA hundred though, *****, diamonds shimmerinCatch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap belowI'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachiosY'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubiclesI'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles[Big Boi]Tomb after tombBoom, boom after boomServing up emotion once you deep inside the tombFrom embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the wombCool, ooh, that's cool[Big Boi]Fourth and goalShould I take the three point field goal for the score or should I rollAround and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the holeCranium overload, overthrowedNow we got seven more points on the board, fa shoB-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think he's blessing meExcelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipeLike Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of mePlayer, pimp, ganster, poetWe goin spit it, we goin show it to your ass"You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passedBut I know one day we will once more cross pathsThey 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 divisionWe jus tsplit it down the middle so you can see both the visionsBeen spittin it damn near ten years, why the ***** would be be quittin*****, nigga
