OutKast, Killer Mike, J-Sweet - Snappin' and Trappin' lyrics

Our shit don't mix like
Yay and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter splash ice
And watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
Show soldier ass niggas
I'm murder city's Sargeant Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber
I betcha I'll drill your heifer
Like Black & Decker
The pussy wrecker and White Water
Couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to never swiss
Cheese for more cheddar
I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters
What up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather
I've seen it all in the trap
With fitted caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered
When I send 'em
Niggas know I, FedEx my shit
Overnight express my shit
Deliver my hit's quick
Who next on my shit list
Banana niggas need to split
Quit fucking with this
Thorough Atlanta clique
This here is Slum Lordz we
Make your terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it
One muthafuckin' verse and already
It's a classic
One muthafuckin' verse and already
It's a classic killer Mike, nigga!

Don't you be looking at me
Crazy like ya want to
The game is over KB baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth
Don't you be looking at me
Crazy like ya want to
The game is over KB baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth

My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it
Listen to it drop
Like cereal in your breakfast bowl
Just jumpin' off the top
A nigga don't stop for
Squares or octagons prepare
I'm not the one you scared
The Piccolo Pimp done set up shop
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks
But I'm only poppin tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing
Purple wit' my feet up
I'mma eat up anybody who tests this
I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, poke your chest in
The next of kin gone be the first one like
Some Mexicans to buck
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt
You's in church
And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin'
The preacher preachin', reachin'
Teachin' speakin', being, breathin'
You're not, your clock stop
And now you're laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout
The pretty parts of your life
Your brother fuckin' your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates
But you realize your fate
It's too late, cause you hate, you hate
It's too late, cause you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over
Who want some?!

Don't you be looking at me
Crazy like ya want to
The game is over kb baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth
Don't you be looking at me
Crazy like ya want to
The game is over kb baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth

Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch
Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick
Attempted murder dick
For ways I choke chicks
Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus
Killer Mike gonna calm down
Things gonna get a little crazy
Ol' girl might yell rape G
You might as well give her a throat baby
Goop goobler, goop gravy
No dicking her down to the ground
Now you doing the Dirty South
Know what I'm talkin' about
Big Boi, my mentor
Hear what you hollering about but fuck that
I'm looking for love all in her mouth
Need her to gobble up jism
Like school lunches need her to take cat
Beatings and throw punches
Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures
We two of the dopest mic controllers
Stack big bank, honey folders
Even wit' rollers, I'm trying to told ya
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving
Landmarks of Lemon-lime
Lip gloss on your lavender lapels
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard
My mind's expanding
Readily rappin' and snappin'
Snappin' and trappin'
That's just what's happening

Don't you be looking at me
Crazy like ya want to
The game is over kb baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth
Don't you be looking at me
Crazy like ya want to
The game is over kb baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth

A whey you want come dis
When you know you nuh fit
You better move you bombo
Before me start trip
Nuff a them a talk OutKast
Nuff a them a trip
Nuff a them come in like a bitch
Whey wear slip
A J-Sweet me name an' me already Chris
A OutKast me spar wid so boy nuh try dis
If you dis boy shot knaw go miss
Gun shot a go teck you just like fit's
Boy hear me song an' thought a remix
Brand new tune platinum hit's
We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike