OutKast - Ova da Wudz lyrics

Something's gotta give!
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? Uhh
Herndon Homes, unh, Martel
Homes, Carver Homes, techwood
Martin Luther King, Bankhead

Undercover, over the hills and through
The woods I go like green lights
A Southern nigga that's comin'
For your throat but not no guillotine see
We be them Southern playas
Remember the football socks, aerobic
Reeboks and Decaturs, now
You up to par and ready for your lesson
I got an ounce of dank and a couple
Of drinks so let's crank up a session
Like Tri-Cities High School
Was pulling 'em in a broke down Rabbit
I spit a couple of words and laying
Em down was just a habit just like Smokey
Choking off da pee-wee that we rolled up
Talking about the clique will get
You nathaniel but swolled up
Hootie Hoo slapped you boys across
The cheek with Isotoners
And went to tell yo momma and yo
Pop that you was a goner
Tell 'em Big Boi did it I
Swear that nigga be rhyming
Every lyric that he spit be turning
Charcoals into Diamonds and Pearls
Girl, when you giving up them drawers, 'cause
I got a couple of niggas down the hall
That wanna hit it too
I'm not the type to be acting selfish
Set it out and let it out and
I'll be right back just like Elvis
'Cause the postman rings twice
Hey Mr postman

Power, power, I come, gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far, tha Southern star shines
Power, power, I come, gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far, tha Southern star shines

Everybody wanna get signed, but
(I'm here to tell you)
Record companies act like pimps
Getting paid off what we made when we
The ones that's fly like blimps
But ain't no Goodyear
I tell it like it is so I'm like look here
Just willing to get what I deserve
My kids do have a mother and a little house
With a dog in the backyard going "woof-woof"
Who knows what I must face when
I leave this recording booth?
Poof, back in the real world where birds fly
From Miami by way of Cuba to
Whoever wants to get that high
There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's
Pro-jects, packed with playas meditating
On their knees just to make them ends
Meet, like ground beef, you won't believe
The shit that niggas attempt 'cause they
Got other mouths to feed besides they own

Power, power, I come, gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far, tha Southern star shines
Power, power, I come, gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far, tha Southern star shines

It's some hoes in this house, damn right
I'm thinking about the way you skull me
Girls be
Sucking me dry like deserts Mojave, Gotti
Hotties and honeydips
Liking the way you do me
Screw me and make my money flip
Shaking that ass for daddy
Putting this gas off in my Cadi-llac
Back, don't ever snap
Packing the gats and pimping whores
Hors d'oeuvres, swerve
Hit the curb because I'm reckless
Back in the days when I was
Broke I'd snatch your fucking necklace
You ol' pussy-ass nigga yeah