Flip Flop Rock Lyrics - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below - Outkast

Yeah, ATLiens style on y'all ass 

{DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI} 

{Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration -holla!} 

(Big Boi in the place to be) 

(Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin') (bitch) 

(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) 

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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 sucker-ass nigga 

In the meantime, Daddy Fat sacks gon' chill out 

He might just, pull out his pistol 

And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your residence 

Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harded 

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 toughskins, on 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 life show consists of eveybody's shit but you're-uns 

Do you own shit! In your life show (bitin ass nigga) 

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Young Hov' in the place to be 

Big Boi in the place to be (Young) 

Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housing (bitch) 

I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah) 

Young Hov' in the place to be 

Big Boi in the place to be (Young) 

Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housing (bitch) 

I brought (hollo) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah) 

Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze 

With her Eye's Wide Shut, before I ashed 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 clop 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 should like shit 

And your team 

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, over stand 

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 this 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 want to 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, niggas want to 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, what you think about that? 

Really don't matter though what you niggas chatter though 

Anybody get out of line then you trust 

That the mac'll go are-are-are-are-rap, got you killed for that alone 

Back on the shit back on the strip 

Another hit I'm not goin' miss