OutKast - Wailin' lyrics
[OutKast - Wailin' lyrics]
In the zone like Keyser Söze
Always the Usual Suspect no check
All I got in this game is my respect
And Southern pride, I'd be
Checking my fucking head
Scared, looking up in your face, boy
I see dead if you test like SAT
Then I guess that we may be
Enemies in the P's, freestyles be freebies
I be that wrong nigga to fuck with
Wouldn't I?
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try
Never eating chicken thighs
Only the twenty piece mojo
Flows on like Flo Jo i wanted to figure out
Just how low could your hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street
Krush Groove and Breakin'
Never baking, rebuking Satan
We had you waiting for the Second Coming
Funny how time flies when you're rhyming
LaFace Records
I think they got that perfect timing
To be doper than Saddam
Believe the Nation of Islam
Fuck the police and the dogs
Sniffing that dope up out your car
I think they overstep they boundaries
Huh, OJ, not guilty, that's how they found he
Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
I felt the pressure like sun shining
While raining
At the same time, I kept on rhyming
Not complaining
Storm braining cats and dogs
My catalog be the size of golf balls
Throw up your Daisy Dukes I'm Hazzard-ous
To all you Boss Hoggs
And Rosco P col' people
Who caboose my locomotive
But enough of that, everyone can
Rap but let's say gift, suppose if
I use my gift of gab to boast
And brag in every rhyme I
Compose, won't y'all get sick of that
'cause I know I do when I hear those
Flows that ain't hip-hop
You find that shit in the gift shop
But to each his own, my speech is born
Keep that shit up outta my zone
Long as you happy, then I'm happy
Even if you just hate my fucking guts
Go 'head and dap me
'Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway
And then go home and pray for your ass later
'Cause we might need you in this war
I'm wailing on you traitors like that
Always the Usual Suspect no check
All I got in this game is my respect
And Southern pride, I'd be
Checking my fucking head
Scared, looking up in your face, boy
I see dead if you test like SAT
Then I guess that we may be
Enemies in the P's, freestyles be freebies
I be that wrong nigga to fuck with
Wouldn't I?
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try
Never eating chicken thighs
Only the twenty piece mojo
Flows on like Flo Jo i wanted to figure out
Just how low could your hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street
Krush Groove and Breakin'
Never baking, rebuking Satan
We had you waiting for the Second Coming
Funny how time flies when you're rhyming
LaFace Records
I think they got that perfect timing
To be doper than Saddam
Believe the Nation of Islam
Fuck the police and the dogs
Sniffing that dope up out your car
I think they overstep they boundaries
Huh, OJ, not guilty, that's how they found he
Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
I felt the pressure like sun shining
While raining
At the same time, I kept on rhyming
Not complaining
Storm braining cats and dogs
My catalog be the size of golf balls
Throw up your Daisy Dukes I'm Hazzard-ous
To all you Boss Hoggs
And Rosco P col' people
Who caboose my locomotive
But enough of that, everyone can
Rap but let's say gift, suppose if
I use my gift of gab to boast
And brag in every rhyme I
Compose, won't y'all get sick of that
'cause I know I do when I hear those
Flows that ain't hip-hop
You find that shit in the gift shop
But to each his own, my speech is born
Keep that shit up outta my zone
Long as you happy, then I'm happy
Even if you just hate my fucking guts
Go 'head and dap me
'Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway
And then go home and pray for your ass later
'Cause we might need you in this war
I'm wailing on you traitors like that