OutKast - Benz or Beamer lyrics

"It all started at an accident
Scene on Bankhead and Ashby
It's not clear if the suspect caused
It it is clear he wielded
A hammer and told to get out of his car"

Yeah, now check it
From alligator belts to patty melts
I be that smoothest nigga
So how do you figure that Atlanta
Don't be pullin dem triggas?
The Southernplayalistic pimp is up
In this bitch
Man, my folkers up on that track
Complimentin' that wickedness
See one is for the money
Two is for my niggas who jack
Niggas ain't takin' that shit no mo'
They got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap
So whatchu wanna be startin' now?


I'm pissin' up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave
That cracker was foul

Too close for comfort, too close to home
Too close to be playin' your boy
So hey why don't you get your own?
As long, as I got this legally
People see that we can be on top
Of things without causin'
Another nigga sorrow
I know it seems it ain't enough to go around
But keep on holdin' on like Goodie Mob
'cause it's a better day tomorrow
That's all I can say, can't tell the future
Tomorrow's another day but today
They just might shoot you
For your ride, fuck your pride
Hide better be out your seat
Quick and snappy with a happy
Face before you bleed ask me
If that material shit is worth your life
I don't know about yours, but
If so, you smoking pipes, right?

Either want a Benz or a Beamer

Deep in the Dungeon for these many months
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we
Pass around dem blunts
Had to cut it out like shears
But for years I used to burn 'em
Gettin deep off in my thoughts just
To get shit off my sternum chest
Chess, I never played but made many a moves
I still blame it on the session
'cause I can't remember the due i guess
I feel that getting a Benz
Is out of the question
The world is yelling Hootie Hoo but
In my pockets nuthin but
Gum and lint, to sum the shit, up, I'm broke
Nothin' but hope, so Big Boi
Tell 'em what you toke

I'm travellin' up to Jersey with four
Keys off in my trunk
And thinkin' of startin' the ways
To get that motherfucker crunk
See yes I be that nigga that with
That sess off in my chest
Smokin' and chokin' them token blacks
That wanted to test
See strong niggas survive and the
Weak niggas they die
I never fuck no white bitch
I stopped eatin' at pig stys
Be activatin that Lo-Jack 'cause the
Fleetwood has been stolen
Campbellton Road is open, the B-IG has spoken
'Cause it's like this

Either want a Benz or a Beamer

I got these thoughts
Similar to the ones in Call of the Wild
Up in the Benz is where I
Be doin' about a hundred miles
The world is FUCKED UP how
These niggas be driving drunk
Vehicular homicide with their bodies
Off in your trunk
To me the car does not belong
I use that strong arm robbery
Robbin' spree, look at me, W-M-B backwards
Takin' you to the chop shop with these verses
Comin' around the projects make you
Sleep off in dem hearses
I got a word of wisdom
For those who must resist
You'll be needin' a physical therapist
'cause you can't fuck with this

While you sat down by the
Seashore thinkin' about some seashells
I was around the corner from Pleasant
Hill thinkin' about the V-12
But maybe not for long because I
Just done seen the light
I'm packing my screwdriver so see
I'm gon' be alright
Just moving the steering wheel side
To side like a slalom
Now I ain't got no problem
I'm just breaking the steering column
I spot him
In the middle of the MARTA parking lot
I'm hearin' a voice in the back
Of my head yellin "Andre stop!"
But do I stop, naw, I figure it's a come up
But now I'm goin' down 'cause
The folks wanna run up bang!

Either want a Benz or a Beamer

(scratched Mmmdrop)

"These days
The best way to deal with a carjacker
Is to simply give them what they want"