Trashtrashtrash68, Leo, Mario, Jenova IO, Shad B - SOuthernPlayalisticOutcast lyrics
[Trashtrashtrash68, Leo, Mario, Jenova IO, Shad B - SOuthernPlayalisticOutcast lyrics]
I remember just sitting back in class
Thinking, "Yo I know I need
To get off my ass"
Staying at the bottom thats only in the past
At the top, trying to get there fast in life
Like
Yeah we gotta make million
We gotta stack it up
Making it to the top, that is up to us
Get up out this bitch, living life good
Bills all paid, 5 star food
Chillin with the homies, always in the stu
And this is just a vision
Always in the kitchen
With the homies and ambition, listen
And we gotta make it happen
When I started rapping
Everybody started laughing even my friends
But damn everyone Is a snake
Never supporting, when I handed you the tape
But just watch
Dick ricking when I make it to the top
And it'll be soon, cus I'm hungry as fuck
I'm hippy as fuck
Everybody doubted ShammanHippy
Groovy and wavy
And back then hoes didn't want me
Now I'm hot hoes all on me
I remember the past
In class checking the time
Wondering which one that I'd rather pass
I'm past time, no future like crime
That's a bad time
So I stay focused curing your nap time
South side, PG, Dallas reppin, you see me
Probly with headphones, bumping Kendrick
Ya bish believe me, this
Ain't a typical kid that you're seeing
Never stoned but I've been
Still evolving like Eevee
Rapping with my brothers
We all homies and family
Southern Outcasts, no vanity, but
We bringing tragedy, to, any
Rappers who challenging us
Ain't no damaging us
SUR Side bitch, estamos in the cut
And we stay cooking it up
This is a taste, it's a small bite
Taste the Valentina and bass, mmm
My goal is to make money and outrap
This is that Big Boi, That 3 Stacks
That Outcast
They say "Listen to the teacher
When you sitting in class"
Half the time, I was too busy writing raps
Ditching class, feeling on ass
Spending money on another sack
That was the past
Lemme tell you where a nigga at
Steady pacing
A nigga out here trying to make it
Skip class, barely study, but i graduated
A nigga smart
But i use my brain in other places
Some people hated but i just
Like to be creative
Go down a different road
Or take a different rout
But once you make it through
It ain't no coming out
Lemme see what this about
I think i can make a change
Do this shit a different way
Cus half these niggas act the same
Fuck fame, I just want people to know my name
For what i do, in the booth
I be spitting flames
And you gone hear me coming through
Im just like a train
I can only bring you the truth
I can never change
Yo I got the brush for the mixture
Life & attitude that's the
Hue for the picture
And being broke ain't a joke
Till it gets you right?
Well for me, it's just giving me an appetite
It got me selling what they're fiending for
I'm in a 94 speeding low
Looking like I'm selling a dime or a dub
Cruising in the hood with them
Slugs and all above
Ain't no need for a sub so
Tell me when to begin
I swear everybody's going to know
Us at the end this pen's my only friend cus
It's helping me extend
My cash-flow, my wardrobe
And especially these hoes that need this hero
Haters tryna go and figure me out
But at the same time their
Girls can't picture me out
Yeah, who's the best? who's the champ?
That's the main question
But in my soul i can hear the election
Made plenty money off of dimes
But not a penny from rap
Addicted to the crimes
Every line is a kilo of crack
Can't differ the real from the fake
We in need of a gap
Well let my breath be the shooter
And my words be tha strap
MsDouple P on my mind so I'm never relaxed
Said I quit doing music i guess I relapsed
Smartest kid in the room
Never passed in my class
Bring Yo girl and the world
Fuck em both then I laugh
Got it down to a science
I'm dying to murder rappers
I been eye-in for a minute
Let me drop atomic bombs on his kids and
His moms while I'm in it so
They can ask why the
Star player isn't winning
Fuck turning tables ima flip it
You stuck on a round
Table while it's spinning
You tripping like chance on acid
Lil kid, play asshole and get ya ass kicked
Mister pill popper, just stepped in
The building so watch it, nigga
Thinking, "Yo I know I need
To get off my ass"
Staying at the bottom thats only in the past
At the top, trying to get there fast in life
Like
Yeah we gotta make million
We gotta stack it up
Making it to the top, that is up to us
Get up out this bitch, living life good
Bills all paid, 5 star food
Chillin with the homies, always in the stu
And this is just a vision
Always in the kitchen
With the homies and ambition, listen
And we gotta make it happen
When I started rapping
Everybody started laughing even my friends
But damn everyone Is a snake
Never supporting, when I handed you the tape
But just watch
Dick ricking when I make it to the top
And it'll be soon, cus I'm hungry as fuck
I'm hippy as fuck
Everybody doubted ShammanHippy
Groovy and wavy
And back then hoes didn't want me
Now I'm hot hoes all on me
I remember the past
In class checking the time
Wondering which one that I'd rather pass
I'm past time, no future like crime
That's a bad time
So I stay focused curing your nap time
South side, PG, Dallas reppin, you see me
Probly with headphones, bumping Kendrick
Ya bish believe me, this
Ain't a typical kid that you're seeing
Never stoned but I've been
Still evolving like Eevee
Rapping with my brothers
We all homies and family
Southern Outcasts, no vanity, but
We bringing tragedy, to, any
Rappers who challenging us
Ain't no damaging us
SUR Side bitch, estamos in the cut
And we stay cooking it up
This is a taste, it's a small bite
Taste the Valentina and bass, mmm
My goal is to make money and outrap
This is that Big Boi, That 3 Stacks
That Outcast
They say "Listen to the teacher
When you sitting in class"
Half the time, I was too busy writing raps
Ditching class, feeling on ass
Spending money on another sack
That was the past
Lemme tell you where a nigga at
Steady pacing
A nigga out here trying to make it
Skip class, barely study, but i graduated
A nigga smart
But i use my brain in other places
Some people hated but i just
Like to be creative
Go down a different road
Or take a different rout
But once you make it through
It ain't no coming out
Lemme see what this about
I think i can make a change
Do this shit a different way
Cus half these niggas act the same
Fuck fame, I just want people to know my name
For what i do, in the booth
I be spitting flames
And you gone hear me coming through
Im just like a train
I can only bring you the truth
I can never change
Yo I got the brush for the mixture
Life & attitude that's the
Hue for the picture
And being broke ain't a joke
Till it gets you right?
Well for me, it's just giving me an appetite
It got me selling what they're fiending for
I'm in a 94 speeding low
Looking like I'm selling a dime or a dub
Cruising in the hood with them
Slugs and all above
Ain't no need for a sub so
Tell me when to begin
I swear everybody's going to know
Us at the end this pen's my only friend cus
It's helping me extend
My cash-flow, my wardrobe
And especially these hoes that need this hero
Haters tryna go and figure me out
But at the same time their
Girls can't picture me out
Yeah, who's the best? who's the champ?
That's the main question
But in my soul i can hear the election
Made plenty money off of dimes
But not a penny from rap
Addicted to the crimes
Every line is a kilo of crack
Can't differ the real from the fake
We in need of a gap
Well let my breath be the shooter
And my words be tha strap
MsDouple P on my mind so I'm never relaxed
Said I quit doing music i guess I relapsed
Smartest kid in the room
Never passed in my class
Bring Yo girl and the world
Fuck em both then I laugh
Got it down to a science
I'm dying to murder rappers
I been eye-in for a minute
Let me drop atomic bombs on his kids and
His moms while I'm in it so
They can ask why the
Star player isn't winning
Fuck turning tables ima flip it
You stuck on a round
Table while it's spinning
You tripping like chance on acid
Lil kid, play asshole and get ya ass kicked
Mister pill popper, just stepped in
The building so watch it, nigga