Snappin' & Trappin'

OutKast

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    Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water
    Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
    I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
    Show y'all soldier ass niggaz
    I'm murder city's Sargent Slaughter
    Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber
    I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker
    This pussy wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter
    I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar
    I give a fuck, suede bucks and coogi sweaters
    What up whatever sable fur to lamb leather
    I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
    And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em
    Niggaz know I, Fed Ex my shit, overnight express my shit
    Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list
    Banana niggaz need to split
    Quit fucking with this through Atlanta click
    This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
    My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
    I take raw coke cook it crack, saran wrap it
    One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic
    One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic
    Killer Mike nigga!
    Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
    The game is over k.b. baby won't you
    Just quit the contemplating
    'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth
    Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
    The game is over k.b. baby won't you
    Just quit the contemplating
    'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth
    My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
    Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top
    A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons prepare
    I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop
    Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin'tweeters
    And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit my feet up
    I'm a eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit
    Super human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin
    Gone be the first one of some Mexicans to buck
    Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church
    And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin'
    The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being,breathin'
    You're not, your clock stop, and now you laying in a pretty box
    And now the pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of yourlife
    Your brother fuckin' your damn wife
    You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate
    It's too late, 'cause you hate, you hate, it's too late, ' causeyou hate
    Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some!
    Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
    The game is over k.b. baby won't you
    Just quit the contemplating
    'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth
    Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
    The game is over k.b. baby won't you
    Just quit the contemplating
    'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth
    Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch
    Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick
    Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks
    Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus
    Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy
    Ol' girl might rape well G, you might as well give her a throatbaby
    Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground
    Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talking 'bout
    Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about
    But fuck that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth
    Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches
    Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches
    Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
    You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures
    We two of the dopest mic controllers
    Stack big bank, honey folders
    Even wit rollers, I'm trying to told ya
    Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks
    Of Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lappets
    Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind's expanding
    Readily rappin' and snappin', snappin' and trappin'
    That's just what's happening
    Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
    The game is over k.b. baby won't you
    Just quit the contemplating
    'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth
    Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
    The game is over k.b. baby won't you
    Just quit the contemplating
    'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth
    A whey you want come dis
    When you know you nuh fit
    You better move your bombo
    Before me start trip
    Nuff a them a talk like Outkast
    Nuff a them a trip
    Nuff a them come in like a bitch
    Whey wear slip
    A J-Sweet me name an me already Chris
    A Outkast me spar wid
    So boy nuh try dis
    If you dis boy shot knaw go miss
    Gun shot a go teck you just like fits
    Boy hear me song an thought a remix
    Brand new tune platinum hits
    We nah go run and switch like no bitch
    Outkast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike

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    Composición: David Sheats, André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Michael Render y Cory Andrews

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