Got them OutKast feels
In the neighbourhood with the trash wheels
Do everything that they wouldn't
Got a tattoo
Push me too far, I got money in a satchel
I had to, I'll be glad to
What that ass do? Break it down
I'm the favourite in the town
Take a hiatus, now your second favourite ain't around
They just try and wait a second for the final fate
If I was 8 and hungry, I would take 'em for a diner date
It's kinda late, I think I f*cked up all my schedulin'
It's evident that when they spit it be irrelevant
It's evident that when I shit I'm feelin' heaven sent
The cleverness is bouncin' off 'em like a elephant
Nevertheless I never wanna bore you
So I stick 1000 rounds into your head, Pouya
I'm Tom Sawyer, I'm Mark Twain
I'm the slave and the master, I'm the spark chain
I play god, motherf*cker
Flood your shit, I'm playing god to these niggas
I'm robbing you bitches of your obvious mental
I won't stop until I've got special beam cannon
Aim at your home for the effect, though
I hear them horns when I'm breaking seals
I feel like Pontius Pilate, you in the legion still
So come and see the shit I'm whippin' when I'm takin' wheels
When I make her squeal
I had to do it for real
You niggas lose and you still thinking you can swim through muddy waters
You martyrs for me
We linking, I'm chargin' a fee
I might just charge in for free
I'm the sergeant, you can check the medals that's sittin' in fleece, nigga
I bear the horns
But no Daniel Radcliffe
Shaka hoppin' for the mic like some kind of manlet
Damn lit
Here for the slit lick
Semen demon fiendin' for good eating and come quick
Fortune miser, hoard my clovers like some kind of slick mick
Candles burning, double wicked
Wu type to leave your Tang shit cricked
Snap back line, a boomerang
Suppose your flows are roses, like rain falls on the plain
Erroneously
I arrived in this bitch, only Carolinin' my potatoes and my meat
Ain't nobody see defeat
But am I right to admit that I can't rely up on my tango on the street?
I think I need therapy, or somebody that'll eat minutes for breakfast and lunch and dinner
Or something thinner
Now tell me how you think at night
Are you contemplatin' whether you be drinkin' right?
I cop a whiff real quick
But hold that thought, I just hopped on a gondola
I only showed you all my nuts, it's your call if you fondle them or not
Stop
This that littering beside the cop shop
Almost got top from the drop of the hat, stoppin' at that
Grotto poppin' and dope, God finna' snap
I forgot how to cope, learnin' in fact
When I come choppin' with hope, paintin' the map
Waltmudie - Minimize (feat. MilleniumJah & Shaka) Lyrics
Waltmudie - Minimize (feat. MilleniumJah & Shaka) Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Got them OutKast feels
In the neighbourhood with the trash wheels
Do everything that they wouldn't
Got a tattoo
Push me too far, I got money in a satchel
I had to, I'll be glad to
What that ass do? Break it down
I'm the favourite in the town
Take a hiatus, now your second favourite ain't around
They just try and wait a second for the final fate
If I was 8 and hungry, I would take 'em for a diner date
It's kinda late, I think I f*cked up all my schedulin'
It's evident that when they spit it be irrelevant
It's evident that when I shit I'm feelin' heaven sent
The cleverness is bouncin' off 'em like a elephant
Nevertheless I never wanna bore you
So I stick 1000 rounds into your head, Pouya
I'm Tom Sawyer, I'm Mark Twain
I'm the slave and the master, I'm the spark chain
I play god, motherf*cker
Flood your shit, I'm playing god to these niggas
I'm robbing you bitches of your obvious mental
I won't stop until I've got special beam cannon
Aim at your home for the effect, though
I hear them horns when I'm breaking seals
I feel like Pontius Pilate, you in the legion still
So come and see the shit I'm whippin' when I'm takin' wheels
When I make her squeal
I had to do it for real
You niggas lose and you still thinking you can swim through muddy waters
You martyrs for me
We linking, I'm chargin' a fee
I might just charge in for free
I'm the sergeant, you can check the medals that's sittin' in fleece, nigga
I bear the horns
But no Daniel Radcliffe
Shaka hoppin' for the mic like some kind of manlet
Damn lit
Here for the slit lick
Semen demon fiendin' for good eating and come quick
Fortune miser, hoard my clovers like some kind of slick mick
Candles burning, double wicked
Wu type to leave your Tang shit cricked
Snap back line, a boomerang
Suppose your flows are roses, like rain falls on the plain
Erroneously
I arrived in this bitch, only Carolinin' my potatoes and my meat
Ain't nobody see defeat
But am I right to admit that I can't rely up on my tango on the street?
I think I need therapy, or somebody that'll eat minutes for breakfast and lunch and dinner
Or something thinner
Now tell me how you think at night
Are you contemplatin' whether you be drinkin' right?
I cop a whiff real quick
But hold that thought, I just hopped on a gondola
I only showed you all my nuts, it's your call if you fondle them or not
Stop
This that littering beside the cop shop
Almost got top from the drop of the hat, stoppin' at that
Grotto poppin' and dope, God finna' snap
I forgot how to cope, learnin' in fact
When I come choppin' with hope, paintin' the map
In the neighbourhood with the trash wheels
Do everything that they wouldn't
Got a tattoo
Push me too far, I got money in a satchel
I had to, I'll be glad to
What that ass do? Break it down
I'm the favourite in the town
Take a hiatus, now your second favourite ain't around
They just try and wait a second for the final fate
If I was 8 and hungry, I would take 'em for a diner date
It's kinda late, I think I f*cked up all my schedulin'
It's evident that when they spit it be irrelevant
It's evident that when I shit I'm feelin' heaven sent
The cleverness is bouncin' off 'em like a elephant
Nevertheless I never wanna bore you
So I stick 1000 rounds into your head, Pouya
I'm Tom Sawyer, I'm Mark Twain
I'm the slave and the master, I'm the spark chain
I play god, motherf*cker
Flood your shit, I'm playing god to these niggas
I'm robbing you bitches of your obvious mental
I won't stop until I've got special beam cannon
Aim at your home for the effect, though
I hear them horns when I'm breaking seals
I feel like Pontius Pilate, you in the legion still
So come and see the shit I'm whippin' when I'm takin' wheels
When I make her squeal
I had to do it for real
You niggas lose and you still thinking you can swim through muddy waters
You martyrs for me
We linking, I'm chargin' a fee
I might just charge in for free
I'm the sergeant, you can check the medals that's sittin' in fleece, nigga
I bear the horns
But no Daniel Radcliffe
Shaka hoppin' for the mic like some kind of manlet
Damn lit
Here for the slit lick
Semen demon fiendin' for good eating and come quick
Fortune miser, hoard my clovers like some kind of slick mick
Candles burning, double wicked
Wu type to leave your Tang shit cricked
Snap back line, a boomerang
Suppose your flows are roses, like rain falls on the plain
Erroneously
I arrived in this bitch, only Carolinin' my potatoes and my meat
Ain't nobody see defeat
But am I right to admit that I can't rely up on my tango on the street?
I think I need therapy, or somebody that'll eat minutes for breakfast and lunch and dinner
Or something thinner
Now tell me how you think at night
Are you contemplatin' whether you be drinkin' right?
I cop a whiff real quick
But hold that thought, I just hopped on a gondola
I only showed you all my nuts, it's your call if you fondle them or not
Stop
This that littering beside the cop shop
Almost got top from the drop of the hat, stoppin' at that
Grotto poppin' and dope, God finna' snap
I forgot how to cope, learnin' in fact
When I come choppin' with hope, paintin' the map
Writer: Isaiah Crowder, Stephen Kale, Walt Mudie
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid