[Chorus]
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I (Mighty-I-de-I-de-I)
Ode ode ode oooo (Ode ode ode oooo)
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I (Mighty-I-de-I-de-I)
Ode ode ode oooooo
[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
You ain't a hater can't tell
Either wish me well, go to hell or go to Yale
Study human behavior so that you know who the hell
You dealing with ain't nutty but the study going to unvail
My relative in jail (Ha) stay in engaged
To whatever make money now he married to that cage
Divorce is not an option and prenunptial is void
Eat up whatever after but I'm tangled in my cord (hum)
Bored, kind of like a night with the sword
Without dragon to battle so I'm running from a shadow
An immpossible feat and I repeat
An immpossible feat and I repeat
An immpossible feat and I repeat!
The damsel's in distress but they a mess
They only like my armor, and that I'm a performer
They read one magazine and think that they getting warmer
They only getting colder hell, maybe I should throw
A double diamond party in the north pole
Invite all the writers and journalists
Even biters will turn up us to see who can be me
Better than me it's a permanent, smile on my face
Because you said you don't like my style
But that's ok just make sure you don't touch that dial
And we'll be cool, touch it and you's a fool
Look, I'll get you hooked, y'all crooks might even move
To Atlanta, Georgia, get a wife and daughter
Start a new life, and all that wrong you do you make it right
But hell, all a dream I wear the crown I'm king
Respect is mandatory end of the story go fly a kite
Category ain't got none you know I'm right
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Congratulations I'm a player
I thought you were one too but now I hear you loud and clear
Subliminal, criminal minded niggaz so be aware
Black dog broke out the pits and told yo` ass it's a bite a tear
Intimid by anyone filling out this application
And estimate is needed for your under estimation
I'm firing on the spot go back and check your calculation
Like a sniper in the bushes with that rifle ammunition
Waiting, now that's a virtue
Cause pussy nigga, I'll hurt you
Like the president's approval rating by serving your ass with words fool
Slam yo' back to the curve bruh like sanitation worker
Cause you're trash I'm taking out the trash and all trash
Get mashed and compacted because it's no longer valid
Go head recyled, repackaged and put it back in my cabinet
Boy thats germs, I'm fresh up out the store every time
That nigga that B-I-G go hard every rhyme
Crowns all around I'm right after Martin Luther
No J R period senior 'cause Bamboo is Antwone Junior
Dungeon Family and biologicals intact
Talk bad about the fam test diabolical attack
No gats or no raps, you get slapped about that
As a matter of fact, not fiction
Rumpelskiltsken you wack
Decipher words is like the Code of Da Vinci
Don't go against me, (Hey)
I want you to go out there and kill them marks boy is you with me
Mighty ighty ighty ighty ighty ighty O
The worse thing since Crack/Cocaine distributed to the poor
By the government, oh I meant, don't nobody know
Conspiracy theory, you be the judge, nobodys slow
[Chorus]
Outkast - Idlewild Album Lyrics
Outkast - Idlewild Lyrics
- Mighty O
- Peaches
- Idlewild Blue (Don't Chu Worry 'Bout Me)
- N2U
- Morris Brown
- Chronomentrophobia
- The Train
- Life Is Like A Musical
- Hollywood Divorce
- Call The Law
- Buggface
- Makes No Sense At All
- In Your Dreams
- PJ & Rooster
- Mutron Angel
- Greatest Show On Earth
- When I Look In Your Eyes
- Dyin To Live
- A Bad Note
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, PATRICK BROWN, RAYMON MURRAY, RICO RENARD WADE, DAVID JOSEPH ROBBINS, CAB CALLOWAY, IRVING MILLS, CLARENCE GASKILL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., BMG Rights Management
Peaches
Intro:
Scene was so thick low rides seventy seven Sevilles
El Dawgs nuttin but them 'llacs
All the players all the hustlers i'm talking about
Black man heaven yah know what i'm saying? Peace
Verse One:
it's beginnin to look a lot like what?
follow my every step take notes
on how i creep I's bout ta go in deep
this is the way i creep my season
here's my ghetto rep i kept to say
the least no no it can't cease so i
begin to piece my two and two together
gots no snowy weather have to
find something to do better bet!
i said subtract so shut up that
nonsense about some solid nine i got say
crock if it ain't real it
ain't right i'm like no matter what the season
forever chill with spin i get my fin i chill with less
and got my reasons so tell me what did you expect?
you thought i'd break my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh
now i got nuther means of celebratin i'm gettin biz to that ho-jo i
gots the hoochie waitin i made it through
to another year cain't ask fo much mo it's Outkast
for the boots i thought you knew so now you know
let's go
Chorus
all the players came from far and wide
wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride
now i'm here to tell yah there's a better day
when the player ball is happenin on christmas day
Verse Two
hallelujah hallelujah yah know i do some things more different than i
used ta coz i'm a player doing what the players do the package store is
closed okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus i'm gettin serious i'm
gettin curious coz the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this
vicious i make no wishes coz the modern folk is in the back gettin tipsy
off the nog-en and i's in a hellova contact smoke they havin a smoke out
in my back seat they passing herb reminding verses coz it's in the air i
hit the parks hit the cuts i'm makin switches clicking the switches side
ta side lookin for bitches watchin for snitches i'm wide open on the
freeway my pager broke my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three sixty
five it's just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me
grab my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me coz
it's like that, yeah
clever pimpin, never slipin, that's how it is [check it!]
Verse Three
ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so i won't be hangin my socks on no
tip how far does it tick fix me a drink i got the remedy so bring in
that ham [not!] don't need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like i'm smokin
rocks i got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
know coz in ninety three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check my
king ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on
it goes hit me ten and i'll serve you then now we in the corner in my
cadillac my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat i'm leaning back my
elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the party
we rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around i split my
game while waiting count down a five fo a three two here comes the one a
do yah have me copy folks spark another one
here's a little something for all the players out there hustling, gettin
down for theirs, from east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you
know world wide, down for theirs
Scene was so thick low rides seventy seven Sevilles
El Dawgs nuttin but them 'llacs
All the players all the hustlers i'm talking about
Black man heaven yah know what i'm saying? Peace
Verse One:
it's beginnin to look a lot like what?
follow my every step take notes
on how i creep I's bout ta go in deep
this is the way i creep my season
here's my ghetto rep i kept to say
the least no no it can't cease so i
begin to piece my two and two together
gots no snowy weather have to
find something to do better bet!
i said subtract so shut up that
nonsense about some solid nine i got say
crock if it ain't real it
ain't right i'm like no matter what the season
forever chill with spin i get my fin i chill with less
and got my reasons so tell me what did you expect?
you thought i'd break my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh
now i got nuther means of celebratin i'm gettin biz to that ho-jo i
gots the hoochie waitin i made it through
to another year cain't ask fo much mo it's Outkast
for the boots i thought you knew so now you know
let's go
Chorus
all the players came from far and wide
wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride
now i'm here to tell yah there's a better day
when the player ball is happenin on christmas day
Verse Two
hallelujah hallelujah yah know i do some things more different than i
used ta coz i'm a player doing what the players do the package store is
closed okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus i'm gettin serious i'm
gettin curious coz the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this
vicious i make no wishes coz the modern folk is in the back gettin tipsy
off the nog-en and i's in a hellova contact smoke they havin a smoke out
in my back seat they passing herb reminding verses coz it's in the air i
hit the parks hit the cuts i'm makin switches clicking the switches side
ta side lookin for bitches watchin for snitches i'm wide open on the
freeway my pager broke my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three sixty
five it's just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me
grab my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me coz
it's like that, yeah
clever pimpin, never slipin, that's how it is [check it!]
Verse Three
ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so i won't be hangin my socks on no
tip how far does it tick fix me a drink i got the remedy so bring in
that ham [not!] don't need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like i'm smokin
rocks i got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
know coz in ninety three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check my
king ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on
it goes hit me ten and i'll serve you then now we in the corner in my
cadillac my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat i'm leaning back my
elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the party
we rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around i split my
game while waiting count down a five fo a three two here comes the one a
do yah have me copy folks spark another one
here's a little something for all the players out there hustling, gettin
down for theirs, from east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you
know world wide, down for theirs
Writer: TERRENCE SMITH, ANTWAN PATTON, PATRICK BROWN, RAYMON MURRAY, RICO RENARD WADE, MICHAEL HARDNETT, PRESTON CRUMP, MARVIN PARKMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Walt Disney Music Company, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Walt Disney Music Company, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., BMG Rights Management
Idlewild Blue (Don't Chu Worry 'Bout Me)
Do-doo-do-do Do-doo-do-do
Do-doo-do-do Do-doo-do-do
People don't you worry bout me
Evil don't get buried by me
Well, I'm gonna shoot out this lil' town
Soon as I do it I'm goin' get down
Come on, Come on
Do-doo-do-do Do-doo-do-do
Do-doo-do-do Do-doo-do-do
Mama dont you worry bout me
Papa dont you worry bout me
I live a life but it just ain't mine
Know I'm a your sun won't you let me shine
Come on, come on
Do-doo-do-do Do-doo-do-do
Do-doo-do-do Do-doo-do-do
Sally don't you worry bout me
Sally don't you worry bout me
Don't worry bout me I'll be fine
Well that's what I tell 'em but I'm lying
Come on, all people come on
Y'all know bout the blues don't you
Everybody get the blues
Even babies get the blues
Some call it baby blue
Some call it midnight blue
Some call it baby blue
Whatever hue is what we gonna do
We gonna play until you feel happy
Till there ain't no more blues
Idlewild
Be there
Do-doo-do-do Do-doo-do-do
People don't you worry bout me
Evil don't get buried by me
Well, I'm gonna shoot out this lil' town
Soon as I do it I'm goin' get down
Come on, Come on
Do-doo-do-do Do-doo-do-do
Do-doo-do-do Do-doo-do-do
Mama dont you worry bout me
Papa dont you worry bout me
I live a life but it just ain't mine
Know I'm a your sun won't you let me shine
Come on, come on
Do-doo-do-do Do-doo-do-do
Do-doo-do-do Do-doo-do-do
Sally don't you worry bout me
Sally don't you worry bout me
Don't worry bout me I'll be fine
Well that's what I tell 'em but I'm lying
Come on, all people come on
Y'all know bout the blues don't you
Everybody get the blues
Even babies get the blues
Some call it baby blue
Some call it midnight blue
Some call it baby blue
Whatever hue is what we gonna do
We gonna play until you feel happy
Till there ain't no more blues
Idlewild
Be there
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
N2U
[Verse One: Big Boi]
Back when I was a freshman
I learned a valuable lesson
A hoe gon be a hoe and
it don't matter about you stressin'
the only thing you do is tap that throat and wear protection
and only when she spit it out is when you feel rejection
evidence and DNA drop down, stainin her dress
she's making a great big one ??? can I get something off your chest?
and that is no intended pun, I'm just joshin' with john
don't we always have a blast as we bust one on one(one on one)
(uhh)one on one
[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]
I, I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Now that I'm a graduate, she still gotta have it
school days are over, spike the punch, and you can stab it
joog joog, more joog, kush, pull, more wood
ice and tone her glove, bedding nicely cause we go good together
like Salt-N-Pepa, Kool Aid and sugar, mustard and mayonnaise,
shoulda coulda and wit a uhhh
and that is no intended pun, I'm just joshin' with john
don't we always have a blast as we bust one on one(one on one)
(uhh)one on one
[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]
I, I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
[Khujo Goodie & Big Boi]
Ain't talking about commitment, shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop
Ain't talking about no wedding ring, shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop
I hope you ain't a gold-diggin biatch, shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop
But you a fine lil' sexy thang, shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop (uhh)
[OutKast & Khujo Goodie] [2x]
I, I don't want no girlfiend
I just wanna get into (just wanna get into you)
[Chorus] [2x]
[Big Boi]
girl, bye
i.e., get the hell on, I'm through, make me a sandwich, I love you
only at this moment, maybe not tomorrow
kisses, toodles
ah, lil' me
Back when I was a freshman
I learned a valuable lesson
A hoe gon be a hoe and
it don't matter about you stressin'
the only thing you do is tap that throat and wear protection
and only when she spit it out is when you feel rejection
evidence and DNA drop down, stainin her dress
she's making a great big one ??? can I get something off your chest?
and that is no intended pun, I'm just joshin' with john
don't we always have a blast as we bust one on one(one on one)
(uhh)one on one
[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]
I, I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Now that I'm a graduate, she still gotta have it
school days are over, spike the punch, and you can stab it
joog joog, more joog, kush, pull, more wood
ice and tone her glove, bedding nicely cause we go good together
like Salt-N-Pepa, Kool Aid and sugar, mustard and mayonnaise,
shoulda coulda and wit a uhhh
and that is no intended pun, I'm just joshin' with john
don't we always have a blast as we bust one on one(one on one)
(uhh)one on one
[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]
I, I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
[Khujo Goodie & Big Boi]
Ain't talking about commitment, shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop
Ain't talking about no wedding ring, shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop
I hope you ain't a gold-diggin biatch, shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop
But you a fine lil' sexy thang, shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop (uhh)
[OutKast & Khujo Goodie] [2x]
I, I don't want no girlfiend
I just wanna get into (just wanna get into you)
[Chorus] [2x]
[Big Boi]
girl, bye
i.e., get the hell on, I'm through, make me a sandwich, I love you
only at this moment, maybe not tomorrow
kisses, toodles
ah, lil' me
Writer: PATRICK L. BROWN, WALLACE D. KHATIB, WILLIE EDWARD KNIGHTON, ROBERT FRANCIS ANTHONY MANZOLI, RAYMON AMEER MURRAY, MICHAEL B. PATTERSON, ANTWAN PATTON, RICO R. WADE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Morris Brown
Whether you like it or not, he's back
D-A-double D-Y Fat Sacks
Ridin' in the Cadillac
Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast came to heat it up
Sharp as a tack like I just left church (clean)
Smart than a tack when the windows won't work (mean)
Ridin' in the Cadillac Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast came to heat it up
And everybody wanna know whus really goin' on
Is you and 3000 still makin' songs?
So on and so on
I can o-on and o-on
and on,and on,and on
Hell yes!
[CHORUS:]
Music make the world go round
Where it goes (where it goes)
Ya' just don't know (ya just don't know)
My heart is like a marching band
Im a fan in the stands
Yes I am and Im hollerin' hey baby
Sayin hey baby
So baby please dont leave me
Dont you go (dont you go)
Baby no, no, no (baby no, no, no)
My heart is like a marching band
Im a fan in the stands
Yes I am and Im hollerin' hey baby
Sayin hey baby
Two dope boyz in the Cadillac still
'Kast...the crown on ya Cadillac Seville
I'll make your wheels of steel stand (still)
Like your DJ got killed
The fire marsh-
Fire marshall
Shut'er down, time to go!
OutKast royalty by design of logo
Wanna count it out loud?
93, 94, 95, 96
Plus a dime, still thats fire
Hot like teh perm on the back of ya neck
Left it in too long
Now ya got Cabbage Patch Silky
Ridin' the Cadillac
Beatin' like some beatit up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast cmae to heat it up
Bendin' corners like a crowbar, oh so unique
got the pedal to floor, but the 4 door just creeps
Ridin' in the Cadillac
Beatin like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast came to heat it up
Exotic, melodic melody jep, we got it
Funkin for the funk of it and everybody want it
(ROOF) you make it make it put a dog on it
(ROOF) you make it make it put a dog on it
[CHORUS:]
Im tippin my hat off to ya baby
Cuz youre so fine, blow my mind
I put in the time
Everybody knows you cant let the pretty one past ya by
without sayin' hi
Im so gone over you
Yes it's true
Baby do whatcha you do
My nose is open wide (so wide, yeah)
Lookin' at you such a pretty sight (so wide, yeah)
My heart on my sleeve (my sleeve, yeah)
And this is how it sounds to me (this is how it sounds to me)
[CHORUS:]
Baby you and me
We make a musical masterpiece
I travel the land
Me and my band
We bringin' the church back to ya feet
So wait baby
Dont leave me, baby
Say wait,baby
Dont leave me, baby
[2x]
D-A-double D-Y Fat Sacks
Ridin' in the Cadillac
Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast came to heat it up
Sharp as a tack like I just left church (clean)
Smart than a tack when the windows won't work (mean)
Ridin' in the Cadillac Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast came to heat it up
And everybody wanna know whus really goin' on
Is you and 3000 still makin' songs?
So on and so on
I can o-on and o-on
and on,and on,and on
Hell yes!
[CHORUS:]
Music make the world go round
Where it goes (where it goes)
Ya' just don't know (ya just don't know)
My heart is like a marching band
Im a fan in the stands
Yes I am and Im hollerin' hey baby
Sayin hey baby
So baby please dont leave me
Dont you go (dont you go)
Baby no, no, no (baby no, no, no)
My heart is like a marching band
Im a fan in the stands
Yes I am and Im hollerin' hey baby
Sayin hey baby
Two dope boyz in the Cadillac still
'Kast...the crown on ya Cadillac Seville
I'll make your wheels of steel stand (still)
Like your DJ got killed
The fire marsh-
Fire marshall
Shut'er down, time to go!
OutKast royalty by design of logo
Wanna count it out loud?
93, 94, 95, 96
Plus a dime, still thats fire
Hot like teh perm on the back of ya neck
Left it in too long
Now ya got Cabbage Patch Silky
Ridin' the Cadillac
Beatin' like some beatit up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast cmae to heat it up
Bendin' corners like a crowbar, oh so unique
got the pedal to floor, but the 4 door just creeps
Ridin' in the Cadillac
Beatin like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast came to heat it up
Exotic, melodic melody jep, we got it
Funkin for the funk of it and everybody want it
(ROOF) you make it make it put a dog on it
(ROOF) you make it make it put a dog on it
[CHORUS:]
Im tippin my hat off to ya baby
Cuz youre so fine, blow my mind
I put in the time
Everybody knows you cant let the pretty one past ya by
without sayin' hi
Im so gone over you
Yes it's true
Baby do whatcha you do
My nose is open wide (so wide, yeah)
Lookin' at you such a pretty sight (so wide, yeah)
My heart on my sleeve (my sleeve, yeah)
And this is how it sounds to me (this is how it sounds to me)
[CHORUS:]
Baby you and me
We make a musical masterpiece
I travel the land
Me and my band
We bringin' the church back to ya feet
So wait baby
Dont leave me, baby
Say wait,baby
Dont leave me, baby
[2x]
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, TERRENCE SMITH, TERRENCE W. SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia... The fear of clocks... The fear of time
[Verse 1]
High as the cost of living
I take what I've been given
Pastor say "be strong"
Ooh hey hey
I ain't got time leave me alone
I ain't got much time left
I've got to funk you now
[Chorus]
Chronomentrophobia chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia chronomentrophobia
[Verse 2]
Lord be havin mercy on my soul
I'm havin the impression that my life gon be a bowl
Of cherries but its very hard for me to cope
Got tired of bein broke
This ATLien ain't got no time to sit and mope
Made up my mind while y'all made up y'all beds
On a cold wooden floor is where I laid my head
Born in 1975 never thought I'd make it this far
Still battlin in this racial war
Tryin to find solutions to the situation I'm facin
Only thing thats free is my flow that y'all be chasin
Lettin my niggaz know before I go I drop that knowledge
Like droppin books lets stop the crooks
From robbin you of your brains and such usin welfare as a crutch
I'm in it for good you into my hood you won't be findin much
Hope that when I'm gone y'all remember this
What we stood for "f*ck that fame and that glitz"
It's beginnin to look a lot like the endin
And got to be more careful know what corners you be bendin
Revelations gettin impatient and now I'm dead
Remember what I said I'm gone bow ya heads
[Verse 1]
High as the cost of living
I take what I've been given
Pastor say "be strong"
Ooh hey hey
I ain't got time leave me alone
I ain't got much time left
I've got to funk you now
[Chorus]
Chronomentrophobia chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia chronomentrophobia
[Verse 2]
Lord be havin mercy on my soul
I'm havin the impression that my life gon be a bowl
Of cherries but its very hard for me to cope
Got tired of bein broke
This ATLien ain't got no time to sit and mope
Made up my mind while y'all made up y'all beds
On a cold wooden floor is where I laid my head
Born in 1975 never thought I'd make it this far
Still battlin in this racial war
Tryin to find solutions to the situation I'm facin
Only thing thats free is my flow that y'all be chasin
Lettin my niggaz know before I go I drop that knowledge
Like droppin books lets stop the crooks
From robbin you of your brains and such usin welfare as a crutch
I'm in it for good you into my hood you won't be findin much
Hope that when I'm gone y'all remember this
What we stood for "f*ck that fame and that glitz"
It's beginnin to look a lot like the endin
And got to be more careful know what corners you be bendin
Revelations gettin impatient and now I'm dead
Remember what I said I'm gone bow ya heads
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Train
All aboard
Or all y'all bored?
It's good o have y'all back now
Ladies and gents
Yall already know what it is
God don't make no mistakes
God don't mke no mistakes
[Verse 1]
Little do they know when I was brought up into this game
Point ain't always in a vibe for spitting I made a change
Like the diaper on the bottom of my baby daughter
I wasn't ready to be no father, maybe, kind of, sorta
'Cause when I saw her I sweat and made a tear fall
Not tears of sorrow but of joy so listen here y'all
I grabbed the mic and moved the crowd then disappeared dog
Back in '94 that was the motherf*cking year homeboy
Then that southernplayalistic went platinum
Stacks on deck they ain't tell us to pay our taxes
Walking around the table in the kitchen we was practicing
Reciting rhymes to sharpern minds now lets deliver to the masses
[Chorus]
Now the food time roll
Now its time for me to go
I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Time to spread my wings
And high up in the sky
I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high
[Verse 2]
Welcome to my life I think its time I take it back
I got to give you all the facts s you can see what type of cat
That you dealing with now on ATLiens we was killing it
And then my auntie pass she was like my mother I was feeling it
The first person close to me to die I needed healing
But I see her as an angel when I look up at the ceiling
Like my daddy and grandaddy on both shoulders steady chilling
So you got to keep on living like each day is the beginning
It's yo birthday even on your worst day
Live it like the first day I'm Antwan Andre
Or General Patton if you know bout Purple Ribbon or Got Purp
I, I be on that kryptonite that means I can't be hurt
Gotta leave this place it's been cool but I got to go
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Even on the train
Should've ask two per men
I'll be back again
(Know we been though alot I ain't perfect but I swear
to you I'm a changed man)
Even on the train
Should've asked two per men
I'll be back again
(From the caboose)
[Verse 3]
Now it's time to say goodbye they should've turned me loose
I was all about my team but now I call upon my crew
I'm a family type of person but I'm deadly dolo too
And you can achieve anything that you put your heart into
See the second hand will never stop and neither will the clock
The nigga big still hit the stage by hisself and still rock
When your faith is in the right place see he ain't gon let you flop
You can say whatever you want (Bet you can't do it like me) Boy stop!!
[Bridge]
Before you can say you can't at all
There's no excuse this time don't be afraid to fly
You never know what day the doors will close
It's time to say goodbye time to pack up and ride
Got to leave this place it's been cool but I gotta go
[Chorus]
Or all y'all bored?
It's good o have y'all back now
Ladies and gents
Yall already know what it is
God don't make no mistakes
God don't mke no mistakes
[Verse 1]
Little do they know when I was brought up into this game
Point ain't always in a vibe for spitting I made a change
Like the diaper on the bottom of my baby daughter
I wasn't ready to be no father, maybe, kind of, sorta
'Cause when I saw her I sweat and made a tear fall
Not tears of sorrow but of joy so listen here y'all
I grabbed the mic and moved the crowd then disappeared dog
Back in '94 that was the motherf*cking year homeboy
Then that southernplayalistic went platinum
Stacks on deck they ain't tell us to pay our taxes
Walking around the table in the kitchen we was practicing
Reciting rhymes to sharpern minds now lets deliver to the masses
[Chorus]
Now the food time roll
Now its time for me to go
I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Time to spread my wings
And high up in the sky
I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high
[Verse 2]
Welcome to my life I think its time I take it back
I got to give you all the facts s you can see what type of cat
That you dealing with now on ATLiens we was killing it
And then my auntie pass she was like my mother I was feeling it
The first person close to me to die I needed healing
But I see her as an angel when I look up at the ceiling
Like my daddy and grandaddy on both shoulders steady chilling
So you got to keep on living like each day is the beginning
It's yo birthday even on your worst day
Live it like the first day I'm Antwan Andre
Or General Patton if you know bout Purple Ribbon or Got Purp
I, I be on that kryptonite that means I can't be hurt
Gotta leave this place it's been cool but I got to go
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Even on the train
Should've ask two per men
I'll be back again
(Know we been though alot I ain't perfect but I swear
to you I'm a changed man)
Even on the train
Should've asked two per men
I'll be back again
(From the caboose)
[Verse 3]
Now it's time to say goodbye they should've turned me loose
I was all about my team but now I call upon my crew
I'm a family type of person but I'm deadly dolo too
And you can achieve anything that you put your heart into
See the second hand will never stop and neither will the clock
The nigga big still hit the stage by hisself and still rock
When your faith is in the right place see he ain't gon let you flop
You can say whatever you want (Bet you can't do it like me) Boy stop!!
[Bridge]
Before you can say you can't at all
There's no excuse this time don't be afraid to fly
You never know what day the doors will close
It's time to say goodbye time to pack up and ride
Got to leave this place it's been cool but I gotta go
[Chorus]
Writer: ANTWAN PATTON, TERRENCE SMITH, PATRICK BROWN, DAVID BROWN, MYRNA CRENSHAW, JOI ELAINE GILLIAM, KEVIN LLOYD KENDRICK
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Life Is Like A Musical
[Verse 1]
N-n-n-not too far but long ago
When life was straight up and cars would move slow
When you were cool if you were pigeon-toed
But things have changed (it ain't so simple)
Now life is a musical
I called Big Boi on the telephone
I said "hey hold up 'fore we put out another song"
Say no matter what goes down we stand strong
Cause ain't nothin changed (it's simple)
Now let's make a musical
Based on big infaction
No words like such grow in some action
And you got us well to a fraction
Cause things have changed (it's all hood)
The Kast go Hollywood
[Chrous]
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Change us change us
Change us change us
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Change us change us
Change us change us
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Change us change us
Change us change us
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't [echoes]
[music to fade]
N-n-n-not too far but long ago
When life was straight up and cars would move slow
When you were cool if you were pigeon-toed
But things have changed (it ain't so simple)
Now life is a musical
I called Big Boi on the telephone
I said "hey hold up 'fore we put out another song"
Say no matter what goes down we stand strong
Cause ain't nothin changed (it's simple)
Now let's make a musical
Based on big infaction
No words like such grow in some action
And you got us well to a fraction
Cause things have changed (it's all hood)
The Kast go Hollywood
[Chrous]
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Change us change us
Change us change us
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Change us change us
Change us change us
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Change us change us
Change us change us
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't [echoes]
[music to fade]
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Hollywood Divorce
(feat. Lil Wayne, Snoop Dogg)
[Chorus]
Starts off like a small town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
And I'm a start
Yea, and I don't have to go to Hollywood
'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on
I really think they're stealin from us like a sample song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like Hammer's home
The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a darn country song
This whole country wrong
What would you write if you just put a little ice on
And cut your mic on
But you don't even write songs
But Hollywood make you spit like a python
I meant Cobra, I'm so not sober
I'm high like a Hollywood coffee or soda
You can call me a roller
Your grill's glistenin'
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different
What's the real sense of it?
Bling bling, I know
And did you know I'm the creator of the term
I just straightened the perm
Aint let it sit too long, they just makin it burn
And make a movie of our lifestyle
But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece
That's why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease
And I be's the little nigga
Cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne
Don't make me nut
So that's why I got a pre-nup
I do
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Yeah, Yeah
A is for Adamsville
B is Bowen Homes
See if I give a f*ck if you like me you know I don't
If she ain't got a good head on her leave that ho alone
If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song
D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb
She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer
But she keep comin back three stacks must be some crack
Put that pipe in her lap, she ain't know how to act
Now that I've got your undivided attention I'm
Gonna say this and run under condition one
Promise me you gon' stack, promise me you gon' ball
Promise me you'll invest three fourths of it all
For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese
Can't get with it? Get get get get get on your knees
Cause wealth is the word
Rich is round the corner from the curb
Don't like what I write? Shoot me a bird
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
(Starts off)
Tenth grade, the way was pave for me and Dre. to create
Like Dr. Frankenstein the arts and crafts
Now could we make a difference
Antoine Patton and Andre Benjamin
Been jammin for you crabbing rap niggaz and journalists
That's quick to misprint public and private business
Then retract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed
Part two the sequel all new 'Kast
Just ain't the same gang of nerds on the internet
Slanndering your name behind that screen name
They're lame and their life is pretty plain
M&M's with no nuts
Won't show up face-to-face straight bitch made
Like puppies on the nipples of a mutt
Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge
What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin to plot
Or these niggaz on the block who want the queen (Nigga please)
But even she can walk we'll miss her we ain't gon' fake it
But God don't make mistakes must be something bigger waiting
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
I do, love you but you hate me at the same time
Lights, camera, action, it's game time
Do you take this here as your lovely wife?
To love her and cherish her for all your life?
I solemnly swear to dare share take you there
And me and you together baby we a lucky pair
It's been a long time, we walked a thin line
Others say they got you but you been mine
As I sit back and watch all them cat fights
Domestic violence - is that right?
But you love the dogg, gave me the spotlight
And now I'm growin up, showin up, blowin up
I never ever thought that we would separate at all
But you played me like a game of football
Used to feed me, need me, dress me
Now it's so messy straight cut out and left me
[Andre 3000]
Hollywood divorce
All the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing
Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap
Not even talkin about music
Everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But it's cool
We just keep it goin and make new shit
[Snoop Dogg]
Take our game, take our name
Give us a little fame
And then they kick us to the curb that's a cold thang
[Chorus]
Starts off like a small town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
And I'm a start
Yea, and I don't have to go to Hollywood
'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on
I really think they're stealin from us like a sample song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like Hammer's home
The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a darn country song
This whole country wrong
What would you write if you just put a little ice on
And cut your mic on
But you don't even write songs
But Hollywood make you spit like a python
I meant Cobra, I'm so not sober
I'm high like a Hollywood coffee or soda
You can call me a roller
Your grill's glistenin'
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different
What's the real sense of it?
Bling bling, I know
And did you know I'm the creator of the term
I just straightened the perm
Aint let it sit too long, they just makin it burn
And make a movie of our lifestyle
But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece
That's why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease
And I be's the little nigga
Cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne
Don't make me nut
So that's why I got a pre-nup
I do
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Yeah, Yeah
A is for Adamsville
B is Bowen Homes
See if I give a f*ck if you like me you know I don't
If she ain't got a good head on her leave that ho alone
If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song
D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb
She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer
But she keep comin back three stacks must be some crack
Put that pipe in her lap, she ain't know how to act
Now that I've got your undivided attention I'm
Gonna say this and run under condition one
Promise me you gon' stack, promise me you gon' ball
Promise me you'll invest three fourths of it all
For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese
Can't get with it? Get get get get get on your knees
Cause wealth is the word
Rich is round the corner from the curb
Don't like what I write? Shoot me a bird
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
(Starts off)
Tenth grade, the way was pave for me and Dre. to create
Like Dr. Frankenstein the arts and crafts
Now could we make a difference
Antoine Patton and Andre Benjamin
Been jammin for you crabbing rap niggaz and journalists
That's quick to misprint public and private business
Then retract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed
Part two the sequel all new 'Kast
Just ain't the same gang of nerds on the internet
Slanndering your name behind that screen name
They're lame and their life is pretty plain
M&M's with no nuts
Won't show up face-to-face straight bitch made
Like puppies on the nipples of a mutt
Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge
What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin to plot
Or these niggaz on the block who want the queen (Nigga please)
But even she can walk we'll miss her we ain't gon' fake it
But God don't make mistakes must be something bigger waiting
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
I do, love you but you hate me at the same time
Lights, camera, action, it's game time
Do you take this here as your lovely wife?
To love her and cherish her for all your life?
I solemnly swear to dare share take you there
And me and you together baby we a lucky pair
It's been a long time, we walked a thin line
Others say they got you but you been mine
As I sit back and watch all them cat fights
Domestic violence - is that right?
But you love the dogg, gave me the spotlight
And now I'm growin up, showin up, blowin up
I never ever thought that we would separate at all
But you played me like a game of football
Used to feed me, need me, dress me
Now it's so messy straight cut out and left me
[Andre 3000]
Hollywood divorce
All the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing
Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap
Not even talkin about music
Everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But it's cool
We just keep it goin and make new shit
[Snoop Dogg]
Take our game, take our name
Give us a little fame
And then they kick us to the curb that's a cold thang
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, DWAYNE CARTER, CALVIN BROADUS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Call The Law
[Big Boi]
Zora and Rooster under peachtree
They K-I-SS-I-N-G
Wow first came he love
Now then comes the marriage
1-1-1 baby 2 baby 3 baby carriage baby
[Janelle Monae]
Welcome to my world oceans vs. mountains
(welcome to her world oceans versus mountains)
Call me the poor girl cause I love to fight them
(call her the poor girl cause she loves to fight them)
I'm quite sweet
If you take the time to get to know me
Deep down my heart riles around
Like a bone lost deep inside
See I'd like to fall in love but
Not that type of guy
Oohwee you got my clouds on fire
We're tight rope walking and the world's the wire
Remember kissin on Broadway you die
I was bein your baby and tickin your tock and yo clock
See we done jumped the broom and now you know I'm good
And I was dreamin bout children Emily and
Oh darling baby with the daddy's eyes
And it meant so much to me (it meant so much to me)
And I needed your good love
Baby how could you just go and
Change it all you turned my spring to fall
I needed you you know
But when the love is gone it's time to go
[Chrous - Janelle Monae]
If you don't think I mean it
Then you'll feel it when I'm gone
I said I'm done enough of your love
I said I'm done enough of your love
I'm up til 3 o'clock in the morning
While you party up til the dawning
I said I'm done enough of your love
I said I'm done enough of your love
Darlin' ain't no feelin left it's just the killin
Oh... just grab my gun and lets go out
Just grab my gun and let's go out
It ain't no room for love it's just this burnin
Got me reelin
Call the law and hold the applause
Call the law and hold the applause
[Big Boi]
Oh baby its mo baby its workin on the 6
We was only in our teens I dreamed for simplistic
Jumped the broom but it seems I tripped I must have slipped
After exchanging of the rings these things you give me lip
But not the kissing of the bride the dipping of the groom
The shit that make a nigga up and leave up out a room
More like "boohoo" then "boo" "f*ck you" and "f*ck you too"
(F*ckin bitch) Kids cover them ears
It appears that ya mama want drama we need a comma
Or some space between words for better or for worse
This is not what I deserve the worse that I can take
Actually I want the cake and eat it too and plus yo plate
But wait now.. Don't you get the house kids cars
Everything we built together was ours now it's all yours
Thats hard... It's all yours... Good God!
[Chorus - Janelle Monae]
[Janelle Monae & (Big Boi)]
You comin home (Zora)
But the birds are gone (Zora is that a pistol?)
With they sad songs (What you fin' to do wit that?)
They showin off (C'mon baby put the gun down)
But they might be wrong (Shittin me!)
I really wish you could change baby (well if my best ain't good enough
I don't know what to tell ya)
Reclaim your throne (I'm the king of this castle)
Down here in the darkness (c'mon baby hold up!)
[Chorus - Janelle Monae]
Zora and Rooster under peachtree
They K-I-SS-I-N-G
Wow first came he love
Now then comes the marriage
1-1-1 baby 2 baby 3 baby carriage baby
[Janelle Monae]
Welcome to my world oceans vs. mountains
(welcome to her world oceans versus mountains)
Call me the poor girl cause I love to fight them
(call her the poor girl cause she loves to fight them)
I'm quite sweet
If you take the time to get to know me
Deep down my heart riles around
Like a bone lost deep inside
See I'd like to fall in love but
Not that type of guy
Oohwee you got my clouds on fire
We're tight rope walking and the world's the wire
Remember kissin on Broadway you die
I was bein your baby and tickin your tock and yo clock
See we done jumped the broom and now you know I'm good
And I was dreamin bout children Emily and
Oh darling baby with the daddy's eyes
And it meant so much to me (it meant so much to me)
And I needed your good love
Baby how could you just go and
Change it all you turned my spring to fall
I needed you you know
But when the love is gone it's time to go
[Chrous - Janelle Monae]
If you don't think I mean it
Then you'll feel it when I'm gone
I said I'm done enough of your love
I said I'm done enough of your love
I'm up til 3 o'clock in the morning
While you party up til the dawning
I said I'm done enough of your love
I said I'm done enough of your love
Darlin' ain't no feelin left it's just the killin
Oh... just grab my gun and lets go out
Just grab my gun and let's go out
It ain't no room for love it's just this burnin
Got me reelin
Call the law and hold the applause
Call the law and hold the applause
[Big Boi]
Oh baby its mo baby its workin on the 6
We was only in our teens I dreamed for simplistic
Jumped the broom but it seems I tripped I must have slipped
After exchanging of the rings these things you give me lip
But not the kissing of the bride the dipping of the groom
The shit that make a nigga up and leave up out a room
More like "boohoo" then "boo" "f*ck you" and "f*ck you too"
(F*ckin bitch) Kids cover them ears
It appears that ya mama want drama we need a comma
Or some space between words for better or for worse
This is not what I deserve the worse that I can take
Actually I want the cake and eat it too and plus yo plate
But wait now.. Don't you get the house kids cars
Everything we built together was ours now it's all yours
Thats hard... It's all yours... Good God!
[Chorus - Janelle Monae]
[Janelle Monae & (Big Boi)]
You comin home (Zora)
But the birds are gone (Zora is that a pistol?)
With they sad songs (What you fin' to do wit that?)
They showin off (C'mon baby put the gun down)
But they might be wrong (Shittin me!)
I really wish you could change baby (well if my best ain't good enough
I don't know what to tell ya)
Reclaim your throne (I'm the king of this castle)
Down here in the darkness (c'mon baby hold up!)
[Chorus - Janelle Monae]
Writer: ANTWAN PATTON, CHARLES L JOSEPH, JANELLE MONAE ROBINSON, NATHANIEL IRVIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Buggface
Can I dance?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, Awww shit!
Big Boi, Big boi
[Verse 1]
What if everything you ever knew or known was lost
The needs tend to freeze you when you gatherin' yo thoughts
You pause for the cause,try to recall and remember
But the train is in reverse and the caboose is in the center
cause your mind ain't free, constricting by the motherf*ckin' boundaries
An ounce of weed or an pound of dro
Couldn't place you on the planet where I'm transmitting life from bro
brother, brohem
Cadillac on bows, strike a pose then the door slams, wham nigga wham, don't they say that in they show damn
For show man, actin like a tadpole out of gonads, you now how catch the truth, hit the booth we makin more jams
Spread the strawberry preserves on your nervous program, f*ck the learning curve
We took our ramp to no man's land
Hello,is anybody home, is anybody givin dome
Serve me up I want some
[Chorus]
Buggface toe jam, from the face up cuz you don't give a jam
Jam to the jam, toast jelly to the jam
Imagine me now jammin, shovin it up your monkey jam
Buggface toe jam, from the face up cuz you don't give a jam
Jam to the jam, toast jelly to the jam
Imagine me now jammin, shovin it up your monkey jam
[Verse 2]
When I'm left alone I get to thinking to myself
The mind is a terrible thing to waste so use it until none's left
Like everything is alright clearly tight to death
I can see clearly now analyzing every step
Clearly you can feel me cuz it's beating through your chest
And you can see me clearly through the window paint drip wet wet
with no tint not yet,clearly I'm a vet
And not a vetinarian, but clearly pitbulls are the best
Like the O-U-T-K-S, cleary nigga you know the rest
And if you acting like you don't, cleary nigga you trying to test
Crystal clearly I confess, and I suggest, you clear the runway
Cuz the ticket is a one-way, clearly back we won't be coming
[Chorus]
Buggface toe jam, from the face up cuz you don't give a jam
Jam to the jam, toast jelly to the jam
Imagine me now jammin, shovin it up your monkey jam
Buggface toe jam, from the face up cuz you don't give a jam
Jam to the jam, toast jelly to the jam
Imagine me now jammin, shovin it up your monkey jam
Can I dance?
Can I dance?
Oh shit, bamboo! Stop! [Laughing]
Y'all just playin around now! Come on Cross! [fades]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, Awww shit!
Big Boi, Big boi
[Verse 1]
What if everything you ever knew or known was lost
The needs tend to freeze you when you gatherin' yo thoughts
You pause for the cause,try to recall and remember
But the train is in reverse and the caboose is in the center
cause your mind ain't free, constricting by the motherf*ckin' boundaries
An ounce of weed or an pound of dro
Couldn't place you on the planet where I'm transmitting life from bro
brother, brohem
Cadillac on bows, strike a pose then the door slams, wham nigga wham, don't they say that in they show damn
For show man, actin like a tadpole out of gonads, you now how catch the truth, hit the booth we makin more jams
Spread the strawberry preserves on your nervous program, f*ck the learning curve
We took our ramp to no man's land
Hello,is anybody home, is anybody givin dome
Serve me up I want some
[Chorus]
Buggface toe jam, from the face up cuz you don't give a jam
Jam to the jam, toast jelly to the jam
Imagine me now jammin, shovin it up your monkey jam
Buggface toe jam, from the face up cuz you don't give a jam
Jam to the jam, toast jelly to the jam
Imagine me now jammin, shovin it up your monkey jam
[Verse 2]
When I'm left alone I get to thinking to myself
The mind is a terrible thing to waste so use it until none's left
Like everything is alright clearly tight to death
I can see clearly now analyzing every step
Clearly you can feel me cuz it's beating through your chest
And you can see me clearly through the window paint drip wet wet
with no tint not yet,clearly I'm a vet
And not a vetinarian, but clearly pitbulls are the best
Like the O-U-T-K-S, cleary nigga you know the rest
And if you acting like you don't, cleary nigga you trying to test
Crystal clearly I confess, and I suggest, you clear the runway
Cuz the ticket is a one-way, clearly back we won't be coming
[Chorus]
Buggface toe jam, from the face up cuz you don't give a jam
Jam to the jam, toast jelly to the jam
Imagine me now jammin, shovin it up your monkey jam
Buggface toe jam, from the face up cuz you don't give a jam
Jam to the jam, toast jelly to the jam
Imagine me now jammin, shovin it up your monkey jam
Can I dance?
Can I dance?
Oh shit, bamboo! Stop! [Laughing]
Y'all just playin around now! Come on Cross! [fades]
Writer: ANTWAN PATTON, DAVID A SHEATS, J SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Makes No Sense At All
Man y'all play too much
Now now Percival, don't fret
We're here to help you [laughs]
I told you to bring good songs... what are you gonna do now?
Look at the keys... well... you gotta do something
Keep your eyes on the keys... here's looking at you kid [laughs]
Okay okay... well... make up somethin... yeah right
You won't make sense... I don't know lets try it
Here we go [clears throat]
[Chorus]
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense at all
[Verse 1]
ABC, 123, Do-re-mi, out of key
(you got that right)
Out of touch, out of tune, butterknife, tea spoon
(now what was that)
Razz-a-matazz, Thing-a-majig, whatchamacallit, bullshit
So and so, such and such (bullshit!) pretty much
(I think I'm gonna throw up)
[Chorus]
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense at all (blah blah blah blah)
Makes no sense at all (blah blah blah blah)
Makes no sense at all (blah blah)
[Verse 2]
1 and 1 makes 2, 2 and 2 makes 4, 4 and 4 makes 8 and 8 makes 16
16 and, 16 makes (32 Percival)
Ahh makes no sense at all
Who needs lyrics anyway (ummm... YOU!)
[Bridge]
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
[during bridge (bridge continues throughout)]
Hey! Hey little buddy where you going?
Come back man! We was just playin! Come on man!
See I pissed him off
[bridge fades out to piano solo]
Now now Percival, don't fret
We're here to help you [laughs]
I told you to bring good songs... what are you gonna do now?
Look at the keys... well... you gotta do something
Keep your eyes on the keys... here's looking at you kid [laughs]
Okay okay... well... make up somethin... yeah right
You won't make sense... I don't know lets try it
Here we go [clears throat]
[Chorus]
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense at all
[Verse 1]
ABC, 123, Do-re-mi, out of key
(you got that right)
Out of touch, out of tune, butterknife, tea spoon
(now what was that)
Razz-a-matazz, Thing-a-majig, whatchamacallit, bullshit
So and so, such and such (bullshit!) pretty much
(I think I'm gonna throw up)
[Chorus]
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense at all (blah blah blah blah)
Makes no sense at all (blah blah blah blah)
Makes no sense at all (blah blah)
[Verse 2]
1 and 1 makes 2, 2 and 2 makes 4, 4 and 4 makes 8 and 8 makes 16
16 and, 16 makes (32 Percival)
Ahh makes no sense at all
Who needs lyrics anyway (ummm... YOU!)
[Bridge]
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
[during bridge (bridge continues throughout)]
Hey! Hey little buddy where you going?
Come back man! We was just playin! Come on man!
See I pissed him off
[bridge fades out to piano solo]
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
In Your Dreams
(feat. Killer Mike)
[Chorus]
We spend so much dreaming when we could be leaving
Woo hoo
I get wild and don't give a f*ck, see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo) (woo-ooo) (woo)
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo-ooo)
I get wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams
The moon is on my sun, and my nights turn out my days
Nocturnal creature by habit bruce wayne no what i mean
I mean i'm in between sunset and sunrise
As its on type of nigger for the home invasion suprise prise
Mother f*cker pow pow [gunshot] better f*ck down now,
Now no, don't try to talk your way out because i'm usually
Non violent positivley vibing, but every now and then you got a
Nigger wanna try you out
I don't know, i don't even understand him, but it's simply overstood
How you really post the hand in, pardon me one moment i just went
Off on a tangent ha ha ha ha
[Chorus]
We spend so much dreaming when we could be leaving
Woo hoo
I get wild and don't give a f*ck, see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo) (woo-ooo) (woo)
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo-ooo)
I get wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams
Typical day off in the a, aye
But nicks on the chevrolet, aye
Nigger wanna rob okay, okay
Way stan is way late, aye
Keep looking at me what a gangster grin
I'm gonna give your ass a gangster spin
Thats a little piece of lead, taken to the head
That nigger aint live that nigger that dead
Taken dirt naps, sleeping with the fishes,
Done like dishes, this a rap like christmas
Beat while you said a word i'll make these niggers dreams a nightmare
I will bust there motherf*cker head ha ha ha ha ha ha
[Chorus]
We spend so much dreaming when we could be leaving
Woo hoo
I get wild and don't give a f*ck, see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo) (woo-ooo) (woo)
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo-ooo)
I get wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams
Your riding (riding), killing (killing), feeling, straight chilling
I feel wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up (woo) (woho)
We roasting (roasting), boasting (boasting), flowing, straight coasting
I feel wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up (woo)
Thats the way a
Keep spinning (spinning), we grinning, (grinning), binning, straight pimping
I feel wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up (yeah)
Now we know when, (know when), holding, (holding) showing, controlling,
I feel wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up (oh)
[Chorus]
We spend so much dreaming when we could be leaving
Woo hoo
I get wild and don't give a f*ck, see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo) (woo-ooo) (woo)
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo-ooo)
I get wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams
I guess i'll get you in your dreams
I guess i'll get you in your dreams [fades]
I guess i'll get you in your dreams [fades]
[Chorus]
We spend so much dreaming when we could be leaving
Woo hoo
I get wild and don't give a f*ck, see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo) (woo-ooo) (woo)
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo-ooo)
I get wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams
The moon is on my sun, and my nights turn out my days
Nocturnal creature by habit bruce wayne no what i mean
I mean i'm in between sunset and sunrise
As its on type of nigger for the home invasion suprise prise
Mother f*cker pow pow [gunshot] better f*ck down now,
Now no, don't try to talk your way out because i'm usually
Non violent positivley vibing, but every now and then you got a
Nigger wanna try you out
I don't know, i don't even understand him, but it's simply overstood
How you really post the hand in, pardon me one moment i just went
Off on a tangent ha ha ha ha
[Chorus]
We spend so much dreaming when we could be leaving
Woo hoo
I get wild and don't give a f*ck, see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo) (woo-ooo) (woo)
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo-ooo)
I get wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams
Typical day off in the a, aye
But nicks on the chevrolet, aye
Nigger wanna rob okay, okay
Way stan is way late, aye
Keep looking at me what a gangster grin
I'm gonna give your ass a gangster spin
Thats a little piece of lead, taken to the head
That nigger aint live that nigger that dead
Taken dirt naps, sleeping with the fishes,
Done like dishes, this a rap like christmas
Beat while you said a word i'll make these niggers dreams a nightmare
I will bust there motherf*cker head ha ha ha ha ha ha
[Chorus]
We spend so much dreaming when we could be leaving
Woo hoo
I get wild and don't give a f*ck, see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo) (woo-ooo) (woo)
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo-ooo)
I get wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams
Your riding (riding), killing (killing), feeling, straight chilling
I feel wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up (woo) (woho)
We roasting (roasting), boasting (boasting), flowing, straight coasting
I feel wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up (woo)
Thats the way a
Keep spinning (spinning), we grinning, (grinning), binning, straight pimping
I feel wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up (yeah)
Now we know when, (know when), holding, (holding) showing, controlling,
I feel wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up (oh)
[Chorus]
We spend so much dreaming when we could be leaving
Woo hoo
I get wild and don't give a f*ck, see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo) (woo-ooo) (woo)
I guess i'll get you in your dreams (woo-ooo)
I get wild and don't give a f*ck see you when the sun come up
I guess i'll get you in your dreams
I guess i'll get you in your dreams
I guess i'll get you in your dreams [fades]
I guess i'll get you in your dreams [fades]
Writer: MICHAEL SANTIGO RENDER, PATRICK BROWN, NATHANIEL IRVIN, RAYMOND MURRAY, ANTWAN PATTON, JANELLE ROBINSON, RICO RENARD WADE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., BMG Rights Management
PJ & Rooster
Hey Percy Junior, Percy Junior, what's that you playing?
Working on somethin' new.
Sounds like some bullshit.
I mean, you really think the audience is gonna
Well Rooster said I could play what I want.
No, never mind anything that Rooster tell you.
And we'll play the stuff I like, k?
Ain't nobody like my style, yeah.
I like my fire, yeah.
They glow without it.
And don't nobody wanna feel like that, no.
Monkeys on my back crawl.
And watch them all fall. Go fall, Look out!
Nobody wanted to dance when I had a lot of time on my hands.
Now I got a lot of hands on my time.
And everybody wanna be a friend of mine, whoa whoa!
I wouldn't mind a friend, the fellas back at home all trying to win.
Moon keeps shinin' on bootleg bottles
Cops in the street keep ya feet on the throttle
Selling what ya got can't afford a model.
Yelling go PJ go!
Ain't nothing idle, everything is wild yeah.
You can be hit now, yeah (Soon as you turn around)
He in the ground, yeah (Boy is 6 feet underground)
And ain't no bible, at this here church, no.
You won't find God no, Might meet him first, aw.
Oh God, Look out!
Nobody wanted to leave, house so packed that we couldn't even breathe.
And ain't no better place to fall in love, Angel sent from heaven above.
Swing down and help change your life, you might make a baby might meet your wife
But watch your thing that you wanna say, deep down south that's a lil' old place.
Them Idlewild cats man they don't play
Don't make me send the telegram to Rooster, he'll shoot ya.
You better come harder than that sweetie, this ain't no mortuary!
And you don't want to take it to the gat so soon.
? waiting in the upper room
Tell ya make ya say ya prayers you some players but you made up mashed potatoes,
That potato, blast you hater, blast the gator.
So you might just wanna kick back and drink goose,
Take that to ya home and relax, break loose
? But if she choose, she gone walk away from you straight to the Rooster
Because he's cock-a-doodle-cool, what they do fool
Moon shine run the small town clap shooting all time
? gotta match your suit and hat.
All casper suing kind robbers out the wild
Time to break it on break it on down now
Percy'll that it on out
Say whoa mammy, whoa mammy,
Say whoa pappy, whoa pappy,
Say whoa mammy, whoa mammy,
Say whoa pappy, whoa
Everybody get up. No, no, no, no get down [Repeats]
Working on somethin' new.
Sounds like some bullshit.
I mean, you really think the audience is gonna
Well Rooster said I could play what I want.
No, never mind anything that Rooster tell you.
And we'll play the stuff I like, k?
Ain't nobody like my style, yeah.
I like my fire, yeah.
They glow without it.
And don't nobody wanna feel like that, no.
Monkeys on my back crawl.
And watch them all fall. Go fall, Look out!
Nobody wanted to dance when I had a lot of time on my hands.
Now I got a lot of hands on my time.
And everybody wanna be a friend of mine, whoa whoa!
I wouldn't mind a friend, the fellas back at home all trying to win.
Moon keeps shinin' on bootleg bottles
Cops in the street keep ya feet on the throttle
Selling what ya got can't afford a model.
Yelling go PJ go!
Ain't nothing idle, everything is wild yeah.
You can be hit now, yeah (Soon as you turn around)
He in the ground, yeah (Boy is 6 feet underground)
And ain't no bible, at this here church, no.
You won't find God no, Might meet him first, aw.
Oh God, Look out!
Nobody wanted to leave, house so packed that we couldn't even breathe.
And ain't no better place to fall in love, Angel sent from heaven above.
Swing down and help change your life, you might make a baby might meet your wife
But watch your thing that you wanna say, deep down south that's a lil' old place.
Them Idlewild cats man they don't play
Don't make me send the telegram to Rooster, he'll shoot ya.
You better come harder than that sweetie, this ain't no mortuary!
And you don't want to take it to the gat so soon.
? waiting in the upper room
Tell ya make ya say ya prayers you some players but you made up mashed potatoes,
That potato, blast you hater, blast the gator.
So you might just wanna kick back and drink goose,
Take that to ya home and relax, break loose
? But if she choose, she gone walk away from you straight to the Rooster
Because he's cock-a-doodle-cool, what they do fool
Moon shine run the small town clap shooting all time
? gotta match your suit and hat.
All casper suing kind robbers out the wild
Time to break it on break it on down now
Percy'll that it on out
Say whoa mammy, whoa mammy,
Say whoa pappy, whoa pappy,
Say whoa mammy, whoa mammy,
Say whoa pappy, whoa
Everybody get up. No, no, no, no get down [Repeats]
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Mutron Angel
(feat. Whild Peach)
[Verse 1]
In the eye of the storm
Looking out through the rain
Gabriel blow your horn
They shield me from tsunamis and the hurricane
[Chorus:]
Gangsta ride ride in the nick of time
Soldiers stay affronted then they blow your mind
Bold ass soldiers marching out for war
No idea what we in for
Powerful magnificent and so divine
Soldiers stay affronted it'll blow your mind
[Verse 2]
Hear a thunderous voice
Shouting there will be no peace
Until our people rejoice
When every boy and girl is free
You see it's going down
The war is a mystery
But my friends they'll be better days
And a better way
According to the prophecy
[Bridge]
It would be so nice
To hook up in paradise
But all these things must go
Or are you in the know
Like all the way up so shy
You been a friend of mine
[Chorus]
You been a friend of mine
[Bridge]
[Verse 1]
In the eye of the storm
Looking out through the rain
Gabriel blow your horn
They shield me from tsunamis and the hurricane
[Chorus:]
Gangsta ride ride in the nick of time
Soldiers stay affronted then they blow your mind
Bold ass soldiers marching out for war
No idea what we in for
Powerful magnificent and so divine
Soldiers stay affronted it'll blow your mind
[Verse 2]
Hear a thunderous voice
Shouting there will be no peace
Until our people rejoice
When every boy and girl is free
You see it's going down
The war is a mystery
But my friends they'll be better days
And a better way
According to the prophecy
[Bridge]
It would be so nice
To hook up in paradise
But all these things must go
Or are you in the know
Like all the way up so shy
You been a friend of mine
[Chorus]
You been a friend of mine
[Bridge]
Writer: ANTWAN PATTON, DAVID BROWN, MYRNA CRENSHAW
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Greatest Show On Earth
(feat. Macy Gray)
How ya'll feelin' tonight?
I don't give a damn
[Verse 1]
Mama i'm leavin' way from home to join the circus
And papa i go into that place where them clowns get down (get down)
Sister i know that there are lions tigers and bears
I'll be safe and sure to call ya'll when i get there
[Chorus]
Nothing but the greatest show on earth
(shut up while i'm singing) step right up step right up come one come all
What u want what u need
Wanna drank wanna chief
I got it yeah i got it
[Verse 2]
Mama i'm moving up and i'll be selling cotton candy
And papa next week they'll let me sit on the trapeze-eze whoo
Uncle you should see all these dancing girls
And every night i get to sleep under the big top
[Chorus]
[Macy Gray ad libs]
Ain't nothing like...great
It's the greatest show on earth
Da da da da da da
What u want what u need
Wanna drank wanna chief
I...i got it hey i got it
[Bridge]
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh whoa
Yeah yeah oh yeah
Ooh ooh yeah yeah
[Chorus]
[ad libs]
Ok ok ok ok ok
I got good love
I got true love
I got green love
I got blue love
I got dark love
I got light love
I got white love
I got chinese love
I got plaid love
I got stripeded love
What you clapping for i ain't done yet
How ya'll feelin' tonight?
I don't give a damn
[Verse 1]
Mama i'm leavin' way from home to join the circus
And papa i go into that place where them clowns get down (get down)
Sister i know that there are lions tigers and bears
I'll be safe and sure to call ya'll when i get there
[Chorus]
Nothing but the greatest show on earth
(shut up while i'm singing) step right up step right up come one come all
What u want what u need
Wanna drank wanna chief
I got it yeah i got it
[Verse 2]
Mama i'm moving up and i'll be selling cotton candy
And papa next week they'll let me sit on the trapeze-eze whoo
Uncle you should see all these dancing girls
And every night i get to sleep under the big top
[Chorus]
[Macy Gray ad libs]
Ain't nothing like...great
It's the greatest show on earth
Da da da da da da
What u want what u need
Wanna drank wanna chief
I...i got it hey i got it
[Bridge]
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh whoa
Yeah yeah oh yeah
Ooh ooh yeah yeah
[Chorus]
[ad libs]
Ok ok ok ok ok
I got good love
I got true love
I got green love
I got blue love
I got dark love
I got light love
I got white love
I got chinese love
I got plaid love
I got stripeded love
What you clapping for i ain't done yet
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
When I Look In Your Eyes
[Intro]
Hey...Uh Huh...Well
Alright...How
Y'all Doing? Yes Mam
You're Mighty Fine
[Verse 1]
I've been around the world, seen so many pretty girls
But I still get over whelmed when I look in your eyes
Been from main to Spain but everything seems the same
I only feel the change when I look in your eyes
I know your upper class; I know you got those abs
Every man wants to kiss you, and I do too
Sometimes I'm just a clown, and everybody puts me down
I guess I'll come around when I look in your eyes
Tell me whats a man to do, to get close to you
I'm just a lonely fool, when I look in your eyes
Don't tell me no this time, if you do it will blow my mind
Have you ever seen a grown man cry? It's an awful thang
[Instruments playin']
[Verse 2]
I guess its time to say good bye, but I gotta give it one more try
I'm only satisfied when I look in your eyes
Oh please come home with me, oh don't you wanna marry me
I'm even gonna rub your feet when they stank OUTKAST!
How can I let you down, I guess I'm always gonna be around
I'm simply astounded when I look in your eyes
Hey...Uh Huh...Well
Alright...How
Y'all Doing? Yes Mam
You're Mighty Fine
[Verse 1]
I've been around the world, seen so many pretty girls
But I still get over whelmed when I look in your eyes
Been from main to Spain but everything seems the same
I only feel the change when I look in your eyes
I know your upper class; I know you got those abs
Every man wants to kiss you, and I do too
Sometimes I'm just a clown, and everybody puts me down
I guess I'll come around when I look in your eyes
Tell me whats a man to do, to get close to you
I'm just a lonely fool, when I look in your eyes
Don't tell me no this time, if you do it will blow my mind
Have you ever seen a grown man cry? It's an awful thang
[Instruments playin']
[Verse 2]
I guess its time to say good bye, but I gotta give it one more try
I'm only satisfied when I look in your eyes
Oh please come home with me, oh don't you wanna marry me
I'm even gonna rub your feet when they stank OUTKAST!
How can I let you down, I guess I'm always gonna be around
I'm simply astounded when I look in your eyes
Writer: KEVIN KENDRICK, ANDRE BENJAMIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Dyin To Live
[Andre 3000]
My suit is dark my clouds are gray
And all things around me pass away
Well what if I leave
Yeah thats what I'll do I'll leave
Cause 88 keys is all I got to lose
That ain't much you can have those shoes
I'm dyin to love dyin to play
Dyin to get out of here
I'm dyin to live
[female singers]
Percival (ohhh)
Says goodye (ohhh)
An angel dies
My suit is dark my clouds are gray
And all things around me pass away
Well what if I leave
Yeah thats what I'll do I'll leave
Cause 88 keys is all I got to lose
That ain't much you can have those shoes
I'm dyin to love dyin to play
Dyin to get out of here
I'm dyin to live
[female singers]
Percival (ohhh)
Says goodye (ohhh)
An angel dies
Writer: Andre Benjamin, Kevin Kendrick
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
A Bad Note
[Andre 3000]
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
Writer: ANDRE BENJAMIN, VICTOR ALEXANDER, PRESTON CRUMP, MARVIN PARKMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Idlewild is the sixth and final studio album by the American hip hop duo Outkast. It was released on August 22, 2006, by LaFace Records and served as the soundtrack album to the duo's musical film of the same name, which was released that same month. Containing themes relating to the music industry, the album also featured songs not included in the film while incorporating jazz, blues, swing, and soul styles in its music.
The album debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 chart, selling 196,000 copies in its first week. It achieved minimal international charting and produced five singles that attained moderate Billboard chart success. Despite mixed criticism towards its unconventional musical style and loose thematic structure, Idlewild received positive reviews from most music critics upon its release.
The album has been certified platinum in sales by the Recording Industry Association of America for shipments of one million copies in the United States.
Genre(s):
Hip hop, swing, Delta blues, hot jazz, jump blues, soul The album debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 chart, selling 196,000 copies in its first week. It achieved minimal international charting and produced five singles that attained moderate Billboard chart success. Despite mixed criticism towards its unconventional musical style and loose thematic structure, Idlewild received positive reviews from most music critics upon its release.
The album has been certified platinum in sales by the Recording Industry Association of America for shipments of one million copies in the United States.
Producer(s): André 3000, Big Boi, Chuck Lightning, Janelle Monáe, Jeminesse Smith, Kevin Kendricks, Nate "Rocket" Wonder, Mr. DJ, Organized Noize, Whild Peach
Length: 77:52
Released: August 22nd, 2006
Year: 2006