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Correct OutKast Lyrics
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(Verse) Fuck being humble, I used to work at MacDonald’s Frying chicken at churches, serving my niggas combos I had breakfast with Bono, private flights in Toronto 5 star suites in Milan, just the life of a don Breaking Bad like Walter, yea now it’s stressin like Jesse IRS on my ass, Uncle Sam tryin to get me Oh Lawd, oh Lawd oh Lawd I need liberation Smoking on chunky fine day and night, it feel like I’m bassin You see you made that pressure eat you alive For the sake of my son and mama I had to survive Either rappin’ or trappin’ Had no time for relaxin’ This my mufuckin passion I’m so sorry Mrs. Jackson That I ain’t Get a 9-5 after graduatin’ with my bachelors I was born to make it happen This in my genes, fuck slackin Ain’t no thing but chicken wings, see I stay true When you deep in the grind this how the real wasn’t through (Pre-Hook) I’m in my old school Cadillac with the Compton spokes I’m a AT alien, real nigga broke (Hook x3) Yea I’m a OutKast (OutKast) OutKast (OutKast) OutKast Yea yea yea yea (Verse) Smoking on, they on you, in southern California Zontre til the death of me, this money is my destiny So fresh, so clean Fresh out of Beverly… Hills Born in the bank, yea I remain a G MIA with my Haitians and why she smoking Jamaica? Florida with them Mexicans, my white boys clean up that paper Yea I suffered some losses, congreagated with bosses Strippers trickin and flossin Have a bank account in the coffin Friends left me stranded, family took me for granted Got stabbed in my back like Caesar, I ain’t panicked Hold on, get strong my nigga I was born for the pro my nigga Even when I’m gone my nigga My mind on home my nigga Get up, get out Ain’t no bread on the couch Bullshit ain’t allowed, I gotta rep for the south Devil putting holes in my boat You chose to sink or float I survive just to shine, all you lame niggas hope (Pre-Hook) I’m in my old school Cadillac with the Compton spokes I’m a AT alien, real nigga broke (Hook x3) Yea I’m a OutKast (OutKast) OutKast (OutKast) OutKast Yea yea yea yea (Verse) Speak about screamin, bumpin up below On a 1 to 5, hit one or tee, they remind of the low I got gasoline dreams, red velvet ambitions Love them jazzy bells, bitch dunk yo ass This is bouncing and it’s switching Roll and climb the nerve, flim flam, yelli hoody who My elevator’s going up now cuz yo boy’s sucka proof See these haters gon hate Cuz that’s what haters do I’m celebratin now, I made this thing a truth (Pre-Hook) I’m in my old school Cadillac with the Compton spokes I’m a AT alien, real nigga broke (Hook) Yea I’m a OutKast (OutKast) OutKast (OutKast) OutKast Yea yea yea yea Yea I’m a OutKast Yea yea OutKast Yea yea OutKast Yea yea yea yea Yea I’m a OutKast (OutKast) OutKast (OutKast) OutKast Yea yea yea yea Yea I’m a OutKast (OutKast) OutKast (OutKast) OutKast Yea!
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