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 |