Текст песни OutKast feat. U.G.K. - Tough Guy
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(Chorus)Everbody on the streets,This a lil thesis coming from meWhen I throw up baggets, sitting at the barOr smokin a lil red life in my carI dont know what you came to see,Nigga just out here feeding my kidsThrow up the duece and let me slide on byCuz everybody wants to be a tough guy[Verse One: Big Boi]Crusin down the street, minding my business cuz I`m trillStopped at the ATM, grabbed a thousand dollar billNow I peel, like apples and peaches because I`m chillAnd niggas around my city respect me because I`m realBut still, the things I see from day to day it hurts meWhen I`m off in the `79 Seville or the BonnevilleNiggas wanna hurt me, absurd gI know it, betta believe I tote something for itAnd I got a slogan like Nike but it goes like this: "JustKnow It"And I`m not the type of person be riding around yo block justflashyJust came to the store to get some black and milds and a lil bitof 93 gas,GWanna blast me, get sassy, say negative things about OutKast GRiding all on a nigga dick, all you had to do was just dap me,come slap meYou the bad man, so go ahead and touch my cheek thenBut we`ll be burying you and your whole motherfucking family bythe weekendI`m calling your bluff, go`n and buck, I got my squad we trappingAC gone slap this nigga, he aint bucking, he just yapping, yea!(chorus)[Verse Two: Bun B]Say, we took it from packing the pistols,To jacking this missilesTo stacking my crystalsNow my torpedo`s even cracking your missileWhen we start, aint no stopping usWe too smart and too popularTake yo toys and we topple emResort to the dopplarTo the agent underground well known as StankoniaWhere trill as niggas go one and bad ass bitches be boning yaI`m warning ya, niggas i`ll fill the middle of yo ?moni upAnd make yo broad lick her pony up, its that platinum shitCalled zonia, tell Tommy blow me upI aint Mariah, bitch I`m the messiah can`t no motherfucker showme upUGK a set nigga, throw me upFuck catching a case bitch, i`ll lace you and yo homey up.Cuz we the cream coming out of the cropThe steam coming out of the potAnd the team coming out at the topYour baddest or not, these niggas getting shattered or shotSplattered for props, man you should`nt`ve left your gat at yourspot(chorus)[Verse Three: Pimp C]Pimp C bitch, I`m a country starI got a country mansion and a country carI got a country bitch, I made a country sonI got some country nuts, I Keep a country gunI dont fuck with nobody in this shit but bunSo if you pay me a mil, you gotta give that nigga oneFuck boys talk shit, but them bitch niggas knowThat UGK run the streets, and we put dick in your hoeWhether weed or blow, I keep an open storeI keep my hair cut low, 44 on the floorYou can test me, Snow, we got the glass for shoGet your mind on your money, cuz you playing with you doughBitches who ready to go, say you moving to slowIf you wasn`t bout sucking it, what you fucking with me forThe quarters in the side in case you didn`t know,I`m Sweet Jones Bitch and I`m an old school pro, pro, pro(chorus)[Verse Four: Dre]Since the beginnig of time, until the present of nowThere are beauty shop playas also intelligent clownsGot they blue cuts with brown, booty grinding the groundIt`s the sound thats created when we get up to get down.Stimulate my imag--ination with exag--geration of stanking lightThat can`t be right but we laughedTo keep from crying, sighing, hugged by cutie-pie andDeftifying acts of a blacks not scared of dyingY`all act like you`never take no bubble bath,Gone to Blockbuster and act like you ain`t never cuddled afterYou poked her, stroked, soaked her, provoked herTo reach for the sky when she`s high on your holsterI`m posed to, roast ya, toast ya, close yaMotherfucking mouth for I`m almost closed to the endSo when they ask you what school do you attend?Say Stankonia High, then throw two in the wind.ha ha ha ha......(chorus) X 2Music rides out