Aquemini

歌詞

Yup Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes 'y', nothin' is for sure Nothin' is for certain, nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain (y'all know) It's him and I: Aquemini Now is the time to get on, like Spike Lee said, "Get on the Bus" Go get your work and keep your beeper chirpin', it's a must Is you on that dust or cornstarch? Familiar with that smack, man? The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack man Pacman, how in the fuck you think we gon' do that, man? Ridin' round Old National on 18's without no gat, man I'm strapped, man, and ready to bust on any nigga like that, man Me and my nigga we roll together like Batman and Robin We prayed together through hard times, swung hard when it was fitting But now we tappin' the brakes from all them corners that we be bending In Volkswagens and Bonnevilles, Chevrolets and Coupe de Villes If you ain't got no rims nigga, don't get no wood grain steering wheel For real, you can go on chill out and still build, let your paper stack Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill, bitch Yuh Yuh Yuh Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes 'y', nothin' is for sure Nothin' is for certain, nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain It's him and I: Aquemini Twice upon a time, there was a boy who died Lived happily ever after, but that's another chapter Live from home of the brave with dirty dollars And beauty parlors and baby ballers And bowling ball Impalas and street scholars Majoring in culinary arts, you know, how to work bread Cheese, and dough from scratch, but see the catch is you can get caught Know what ya selling, what you bought so cut that big talk Let's walk to the bridge, meet me halfway Now you may see some children dead off in the pathway It's them poor babies walkin' slowly to the candy lady It's lookin' bad, need some hope like the words 'maybe' 'if', or 'probably', more than a hobby When my turntables get wobbly, they don't fall I'm sorry y'all, I often drift, I'm talking gift So when it comes you never look the horse inside its grill Of course you know I feel like the bearer of bad news Don't want to be it but it's needed, so what have you? Now question: is every nigga with dreads for the cause? Is every nigga with golds for the fall? Naw So don't get caught up in appearance It's OutKast, Aquemini, another black experience Okay Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes 'y', nothin' is for sure Nothin' is for certain, nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain It's him and I: Aquemini The name is Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax, the nigga that like them Cadillacs I stay down with these streets 'cause these streets is where my folks at Better know dat, some say we pro-black, but we professional We missed a lot of church so the music is our confessional Get off the testicles and the nutsacks, you bust rhyme, we bust back Get-get back for real niggas that's out here tryin' to spit facts You hear dat? You can't come near dat, maybe you need to quit Because Aquemini is Aquarius and the Gemini runnin' shit like this My mind warps and bends, floats the wind, count to ten Meet the twin— André Ben, welcome to the lion's den Original skin, many men comprehend I extend my-self so you go out and tell a friend Sin all depends on what you believin' in Faith is what you make it— that's the hardest shit since MC Ren Alien can blend right on in with your kin Look again cause I swear I spot one every now and then It's happening again, wish I could tell you when André, this is André, y'all are just gon' have to make amends Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes 'y', nothin' is for sure Nothin' is for certain, nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain It's him and I: Aquemini Finally, Igor! We've done it, we've done it! Yes, master! Yes, master! Igor, we've done it! Uh-oh (Woman Screaming)