Ain't No Thang

歌詞

Intro:(andre 3000) Niggas in the point ain't changed... Niggas in the point ain't changed... Verse 1: (andre 3000) A nigga ready from the get go y'all hear my shit go, it's andre, can you punk ass come out to play stay in your little hole, then coward tuck your head you dont know who you be fucking with yous better off...dead is what I say, best run the other way in case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now my kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp make yourself exempt pussy footin' around dont be getting y'all nowhere but stuck nowhere to duck, bullets flying, niggas dying by getting blasted, how drastic they got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do but naw (naw naw), I take that back, that's my problem turnin' and walkin' away just ain't gon' work when they be robbin' as long as big boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome step up nigga if you want some Chorus x2: ain't no thang but a chicken wang we havin' a smoke out in the dungeon with the mary jane it's just the pimps, players, mack daddies, east point it's all about that sess in your chest, it's the joint Verse 2: (big boi) well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits it's that nigga down in the dungeon with them playeristic hits I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause it's the original ghetto bastard, so now I make a switch used to sell dope, but in 1994 I'm makin' southernplayalisticadillacmuzik but see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscing about the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens she had me makin' better grades to make a better life but I never had no love or respect, 'cause we's gon' be alright I ran the streets and broke my curfew 'cause I gave a shit I carried guns and butcher knives 'cause I was steadily in the mix, yea it was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now I'm at the end of my street, so it time to take my stand now I call the wild because it's time to take the streets so if you ain't got the vertebrae or big enough nuts, retreat I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal just an international playa coming through your stereo (chorus) Verse 3: (andre 3000) 3-5-7 to your forehead, they'll be mo' dead, 'cause I'm a pro kid but lord forgive me, I got to keep my milli right be near me my nine be doin' fine until these niggas wants to clear me off my street but in my hood hood, they hollerin' ghetto dont got no neighbours, they hit the pipe and never let go but I feel for them like chaka khan feel for you ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew on the concrete, remember when we ran deep remember at the party when we served them niggas dandy they know not to test us, test me, do me, try me trippin' with the drama, my beretta's right beside me one is in the air and one is in the chamber y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin', I'm releasing anger quick to dodge danger, I'm taking it one day at a time I got the fattest dimes around my way, you can sway with andre I'll take it to the ho-jo, bitch, just to let you know (chorus) Verse 4: (big boi) it's on my friend, on the road again I'm travelin' doing more than 65 on 85 off my cadillac I got that nigga dre, he ridin' shotgun, and got my pump under my seat in case these youngstas wanna have some fun I'd do it if I have to bustin' caps with this here heat heater load in clip up after clip I'm packing my gauge, if I feel it the glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters see I be bustin' caps like my amp be bustin' speakers so how do you figure that big boi be sceard to blast ya you supposed to be quickest draw, but man, well hell, I'm faster uh, 1-2-3, you need to think about the future before I shoot ya ass and dilute your blood with lead from my hollow tips, I'll send you to an early grave you fucking slave, you better try another way, to take me out it's truly somethin' difficult, dont even run upon me unless you want your brain broke I'm out of bullets letting loose my last clip I'm a kick you in yo' ass and yo' nigga getting pistol whipped you know that's how I do, you know that's how I do (chorus) outro: (big boi) yeah and it dont stop and it dont quit, to the muthafuckin' organized noize PA, goodie mob, big gipp, and all the niggas around the east point way college park is really on the map, we comin' around atlanta and the niggas are really strapped with the muthafuckin' guns and the muthafuckin glocks, steady is the gas nigga dont fear it, and it dont stop