OutKast - Aquemini lyrics
[OutKast - Aquemini lyrics]
Yuh uh huh
Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes, "Y"
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
Nothing lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
(Y'all know) it's him and I: Aquemini
Yeah
Now is the time to get
On like Spike Lee said, "Get on the Bus"
Go get your work and keep your
Beeper chirping it's a must
Is you on that dust or corn
Starch? Familiar with that smack, man?
The music is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman, how in the fuck you
Think we gon' do that, man?
Riding round Old National on
Eighteens without no gat, man
I'm strapped, man, and ready to bust
On any nigga like that, man me and my nigga
We roll together like Batman and Robin
We prayed together through hard times
Swung hard when it was fitting but now
We tapping the brakes from all them
Corners that we be bending
In Volkswagens and Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe de Villes
If you ain't got no rims, nigga
Don't get no wood-grain steering wheel
For real (Real)
You can go on and chill out and still build
Let your paper stack 'stead
Of going into overkill
And pay your fuckin' beeper bill, bitch
Yeah yuh, yuh (yeah)
Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes, "Y"
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
And nothing lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
It's him and I: Aquemini
Twice upon a time, there was a boy who died
Lived happily ever after
But that's another chapter
Live from "home of the brave
" with dirty dollars
Beauty parlors, baby ballers
Bowling ball Impalas
Street scholars, majoring in culinary arts
You know, how to work bread, cheese
And dough from scratch
But, see, the catch is you can get caught
Know what you selling, what you bought
So cut that big talk
Let's walk to the bridge meet me halfway
Now you may see some children
Dead off in the pathway
It's them poor babies walking slowly
To the candy lady it's looking bad
Need some hope like the words "maybe, " "if
" or "probably" more than a hobby
When my turntables get wobbly
They don't fall i'm sorry, y'all
I often drift I'm talking gift
So when it comes
You never look the horse inside it's grill
Of course
You know I feel like the bearer of bad news
Don't want to be it, but it's needed
So what have you?
Now, question: Is every nigga with
Dreads for the cause?
Is every nigga with golds for the fall?
Naww, so don't get caught up in appearance
It's OutKast
"Aquemini": another Black experience
Okay
Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes, "Y"
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
Nothing lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
It's him and I: Aquemini
The name is Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax
The nigga that like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets 'cause these
Streets is where my folks at
Better know that, some say we pro-Black
But we professional
We missed a lot of church
So the music is our confessional
Get off the testicles and the
Nutsacks, you bust 'round, we bust back
G Get back for real niggas that's
Out here tryna spit facts
You 'ear that? You can't come near that
Maybe you need to quit (Quit)
Because "Aquemini" is Aquarius and
The Gemini running shit
Like this, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My mind warps and bends, floats the wind
Count to ten meet the twin, andré Ben'
Welcome to the lion's den
Original skin, many men comprehend
I extend myself
So you go out and tell a friend
Sin all depends on what you believing in
Faith is what you make it that's
The hardest shit since MC Ren
Alien can blend right on in with your kin
Look again, 'cause I swear
I spot one every now and then
It's happening again
Wish I could tell you when
"André, this is André
Y'all are just gon' have to make amends"
Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes, "Y"
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
And nothing lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
It's him and I: Aquemini
Master: Finally, Igor! We've done it
We've done it!
Igor: Yes, master! Yes, master!
Master: Igor, we've done it! Both: Uh oh
(Woman screaming)
Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes, "Y"
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
Nothing lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
(Y'all know) it's him and I: Aquemini
Yeah
Now is the time to get
On like Spike Lee said, "Get on the Bus"
Go get your work and keep your
Beeper chirping it's a must
Is you on that dust or corn
Starch? Familiar with that smack, man?
The music is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman, how in the fuck you
Think we gon' do that, man?
Riding round Old National on
Eighteens without no gat, man
I'm strapped, man, and ready to bust
On any nigga like that, man me and my nigga
We roll together like Batman and Robin
We prayed together through hard times
Swung hard when it was fitting but now
We tapping the brakes from all them
Corners that we be bending
In Volkswagens and Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe de Villes
If you ain't got no rims, nigga
Don't get no wood-grain steering wheel
For real (Real)
You can go on and chill out and still build
Let your paper stack 'stead
Of going into overkill
And pay your fuckin' beeper bill, bitch
Yeah yuh, yuh (yeah)
Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes, "Y"
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
And nothing lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
It's him and I: Aquemini
Twice upon a time, there was a boy who died
Lived happily ever after
But that's another chapter
Live from "home of the brave
" with dirty dollars
Beauty parlors, baby ballers
Bowling ball Impalas
Street scholars, majoring in culinary arts
You know, how to work bread, cheese
And dough from scratch
But, see, the catch is you can get caught
Know what you selling, what you bought
So cut that big talk
Let's walk to the bridge meet me halfway
Now you may see some children
Dead off in the pathway
It's them poor babies walking slowly
To the candy lady it's looking bad
Need some hope like the words "maybe, " "if
" or "probably" more than a hobby
When my turntables get wobbly
They don't fall i'm sorry, y'all
I often drift I'm talking gift
So when it comes
You never look the horse inside it's grill
Of course
You know I feel like the bearer of bad news
Don't want to be it, but it's needed
So what have you?
Now, question: Is every nigga with
Dreads for the cause?
Is every nigga with golds for the fall?
Naww, so don't get caught up in appearance
It's OutKast
"Aquemini": another Black experience
Okay
Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes, "Y"
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
Nothing lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
It's him and I: Aquemini
The name is Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax
The nigga that like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets 'cause these
Streets is where my folks at
Better know that, some say we pro-Black
But we professional
We missed a lot of church
So the music is our confessional
Get off the testicles and the
Nutsacks, you bust 'round, we bust back
G Get back for real niggas that's
Out here tryna spit facts
You 'ear that? You can't come near that
Maybe you need to quit (Quit)
Because "Aquemini" is Aquarius and
The Gemini running shit
Like this, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My mind warps and bends, floats the wind
Count to ten meet the twin, andré Ben'
Welcome to the lion's den
Original skin, many men comprehend
I extend myself
So you go out and tell a friend
Sin all depends on what you believing in
Faith is what you make it that's
The hardest shit since MC Ren
Alien can blend right on in with your kin
Look again, 'cause I swear
I spot one every now and then
It's happening again
Wish I could tell you when
"André, this is André
Y'all are just gon' have to make amends"
Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes, "Y"
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
And nothing lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
It's him and I: Aquemini
Master: Finally, Igor! We've done it
We've done it!
Igor: Yes, master! Yes, master!
Master: Igor, we've done it! Both: Uh oh
(Woman screaming)