Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flip Flop Rock, artist - OutKast.
Date of issue: 22.09.2003
Song language: English
Flip Flop Rock |
Yeah. |
ATLiens style on y’all ass |
DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI |
Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration — holla! |
Young Hov’in the place to be Big Boi in the place to be (Young) |
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch) |
I brought (holla) the whole hood with me You got red dirt in your afro |
Young Hov’in the place to be (yeah) |
OutKast in the place to be (yeah) |
Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block |
Didn’t have to break a steerin column, didn’t have to cook a rock |
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya Never judge a person or a book by it’s covers |
Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner |
You never took the time out, examine yourself boi |
. |
are you black, white, asian? |
Indonesian, or Borean — that’s black and Korean |
We on the same team if we breathin |
I jumped off the subject to see if you was seein |
that we drop a little science off in every verse |
They put that P.A. |
sticker on it cause they scared we gon’curse |
But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get devoured |
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any height |
Because I might just SNAP on a FUCK-ass nigga |
Might clap a cap at a sucka-ass nigga |
In the meantime, Daddy Fatsacks gon’chill out |
He might just, pull out his pistol |
and let that thang whistle at your windshield or your residence |
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder |
than the park bench to start this |
Marcus, Jason, my little brother James |
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same |
Ain’t no uno, we a duo; |
deuce dos to a pair |
A player stiffen the competition |
Pressed like Levi’s and toughskins, one minus one |
Negative one minus negative one is nothin |
Bustin d-boy raps and player poems |
The 'Kast shit ain’t plastic, we smash it and move the crowd |
And rock the crowd original material while you bore 'em |
Your live show consists of everybody’s shit but you’re-uns |
Do your own shit! |
In your live show (bitin ass nigga) |
Young Hov’in the place to be Big Boi in the place to be (Young) |
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch) |
I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah) |
Penelope Ann Cruz couldn’t snooze |
with her +Eyes Wide Shut+, before I asked to hit her gut |
If you brunette, +Legally Blonde+ I might respond |
Take you to +Swan Lake+ and beyond |
Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clap on I switch the flow so quick you cannot fa-thom |
I take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea |
and try to grab one line or sentence |
Rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist |
And give him a clean bill of health |
Wealth might make you look good but you sound like shit |
And your team lookin shitty to death |
My nigga Big Boi said, watch 'em as they gawk and they gander |
You can follow or lead like Commander Picard |
You can have +The Whole World+ |
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, overstand |
this young player’s rhyme |
I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme |
Focused on every word, and line |
Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime |
I was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I’m |
the epitome of raw rhyme |
Got signed, got serious about the craft |
of raw rhyme and I got mine — Aquemini’s |
murderous monster move minds |
Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime |
When you see I’m comin holla one-time, holla one-time |
When you see I’m comin holla one-time (one-time) |
Don’t, you, like, to groove |
In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes |
To run yo’tennis shoes |
Don’t, it, matter to you |
That OutKast we got that slump for y’all |
Keep that funk for y’all |
When I’m in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes |
At the interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops |
And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I’m them interviews |
dudes wanna know what he copped |
And where you got that, and how could they buy that |
Where the million dollar watch at, stop that! |
Why that, why this, niggaz wanna hijack the flyness |
I’m on a whole 'nother plane |
A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I’m playin |
Understand what I’m sayin |
Hov’and OutKast, whatchu think about that? |
Really don’t matter though what you niggaz chatter though |
Anybody get out of line then you trust |
that the mac’ll go b-r-r-r-r-ap, got you killed for that alone |
Back on the shit, back on the strip |
Another hit I’m not gon’miss |