מילים לשיר Flip Flop Rock – Outkast

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 twoNever 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 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
Because I might just SNAP on a FUCKAny hour, any cipher, any way to any height
Might clap a cap at a suckaHe might just, pull out his pistol
In the meantime, Daddy Fatsacks gon' chill out
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
Ain't no uno, we a duo, deuce dos to a pair
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same
A player stiffen the competition
Pressed like Levi's and toughskins, one minus one
Negative one minus negative one is nothin
The 'Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
Bustin dAnd rock the crowd original material while you bore 'em
Your live show consists of everybody's shit but you'reDo your own shit! In your live show (bitin ass nigga)
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Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch) (Verse Two: Big Boi)
Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze
with her +Eyes Wide Shut+, before I asked to hit her gut
Take you to +Swan Lake+ and beyond
If you brunette, +Legally Blonde+ I might respond
Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clap on
I switch the flow so quick you cannot faand try to grab one line or sentence
I take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea
And give him a clean bill of health
Rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist
And your team lookin shitty to death
Wealth might make you look good but you sound like shit (Verse Three: Killer Mike)
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
Got signed, got serious about the craft
of raw rhyme and I got mine the epitome of raw rhyme
murderous monster move minds
Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime
When you see I'm comin holla oneWhen you see I'm comin holla one
(Interlude) Don't, you, like, to groove
In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
Don't, it, matter to you
To run yo' tennis shoes
That OutKast we got that slump for y'all
Keep that funk for y'all
(Verse Four: Jay
When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
At the interlude, I got the Gucci flipAnd 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
Why that, why this, niggaz wanna hijack the flyness
Where the million dollar watch at, stop that!
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
that the mac'll go bAnybody get out of line then you trust
Back on the shit, back on the strip
Another hit I'm not gon' miss (Interlude).