ATLiens style on y'all ass [K. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be [Y. Hova] Big Boi in the place to be Young [Y. Hova] Andre cash shout out to public housin bitch [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 block Didn't have to break a steerin column, didn't have to cook a rock A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya Never judge a person or a book by it's covers Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner You never took the time out, examine yourself boi..
Club Donkey Ass (Interlude) Lyrics by Outkast
OutKast Artist Lyrics
In there were 3 Crumblin families living in Ayrshire. Meaning they had the same qualities that he found appealing. Intro Lyrics to 'Crumblin' Erb' by Outkast. Yeah, yeah, lists like these can be subjective, but can be made with an objective lens.
OutKast — Club Donkey Ass (Interlude)
Peaches Intro. Ain't No Thang. Can yo punk ass come out to play? Welcome to Atlanta Interlude. Big beats hit streets see gangsta's rolling..
Hootie Hoo Follow the funk from the skunk And the dank that is crunk in the Dungeon It goes on and on and on, like that Going out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'llac Ah Suki, Suki All day and day, any day, every damn day I be thinking about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws I'm after I'm just a Southernplayalistic pimp I used to sling a fat rock, but now I'm serving hemp I never even smoked a gram of crack, but yo I'm dope Mo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky cause it's on So each one, teach one, I be claiming true To East Point and College Park and the things I used to do Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers Club niggas, Magic City and them Southern players I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya So Hallelujah, Hallelujah One for the players at the crib, drinking drinks And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I make. Now playing these bitches is my favorite sport But ain't no game when they be calling your name in the court Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight That it's busting out the seams, yes sir, I'm set Oh, but let me tuck the before I jet Hops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light Hootie Hoo Communication device dun went off twice Should I answer the call, yes, I'm macking 'em all We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's Ball Well, it's Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll call you Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through Now later on done got here I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here? Draws, falling down like niggas in a drive-by I got up in them draws and I told her bye bye About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit Talking 'bout her period late, guess what I did Click No, it couldn't be me. Not me. Uh, well you know we getting blizzard cause we got that chicken gizzard In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggas can't cope with it So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park So god almighty no, it's Outkast for the 94 era You heard the player's call, we taking it to another level So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martel And you may go to hell.