Some quality song lyrics here (all different songs of big boi's)... because I don't care for them, and you obviously do, I'm a racist?! :laugher:
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[Big Boi]
Sheeeit
I'm lookin for anythang, gonna cut'em up
like everythang, in my stable
Sir Lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able
But these hoes will get on your nerves
**** all that kickin 'em to the curb
You lackin that tolerance;
You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' parlor an'
stab out to the cajun crab house
or the Jamaican cat house
or the college, frat house
for the gul you just, mad house that rat house
And get you some scrub, she ain't ya girl
Skeet-s
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Now the wind blows as im on 85, and shiftin good, with a six pack of that colt 45 just like i should, and if i could i will i might get blowed tonight, if things go right im gonna cut this ho tonight, so i get a call from this broad when the game she aint ready but still in D's she on her knees keepin things steady, like betty crocker the face doctor, she says she swallows with passion, so now she bragging, lagging behind with questions she now be askin, so time is passin, now im mashin, on im gone livin in a world of ho, so i suppose it goin down teepee your city cause in these parts theres nothin but hard times, now shorty please, really.
Shiiit, im lookin for anything with a cut em' up like everything with my stable sir lucious witha left foot is ready willing and able but these hoes will get on your nerves, **** all that, kickin them to the curb(curb) your like an intolerance you let the ho swallow it , get off in your impala, and stab out to a cajun rat house, to the jamaica cat house, to the college frat house witha girl you just met house, that rat house and get you some scuds she aint your girl, skeet skeet, went off and dip boy, im slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl, dont dont be giving no gifts boy, on the first date on the worst date, im goin all the way on the first plate, like hail mary's and feild goals, i think i was put here to drill hoes, for real though, while you blowing my boy im off in your purse, im gettin my gas money, then im back off on the expressway in up out this burst, yeah
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Every now and then, me and my kin, we get to bussin'
Not in the high school football game, I'm talkin' bout rhyme thrustin'
I'm talkin' bout line crushin', somethin's empty bumpin'
On the low straight out the oven like some blueberry muffins
We got the stuffing like some ? or somethin', macaroni, mackalicious
Mack a bitch or a woman, there is a difference
Not if the woman start bitchin', won't get in the kitchen
Male, chauvinistic, nah, ho, you missed it
I'm just kiddin', just playin', I'm just sayin' we humpin' around
Like the ghost of Bobby Brown and Stankonia lingerin' round
We have found proof of sound of our ground
When we've split in two parts, no one can block us now
Maybe top lock but we can't stop, let the great white head be severed
We weathered the storm, with feathers, something we treasure
(Well I never) and you never will, suckered up
The Dungeon Family is here to stay and we don't give a flying ****
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We on our way to your neighborhood
The reason we comin' is understood
Me and my girls, we down to ride
So when ya hear us pull up, bring ya butt outside
And if tryin' to call your cousin and dem
Don't forget that I got some of dem
I'm bout to go real hard
Bout to swing them thangs
You bout to feel elbows all in ya brain
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Pussy nigga what you doin'
[Chorus:]
(All day I dream about...)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about...)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off cause you ain't there
[Big Boi]
65 Cevrolet Ipala peachy cream
Cruisin' down the street like two fingers
Cause the ivory is clean
Talkin' 'bout meetin' at the MC room
On the inside of the ship
Not a honey dip to hunt on
Cause she mobile than a grip
Or the Blue Man Group
Caught out on the Vegas Strip
Tell em' a good game, juju pimpin'
Give em' to my nigga Dime Legit
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Time an' time again I gotta tell dese niggaz an' dese hoes
I'm from College Park where we move dat weed an' we slag dat blow
Get dope on a daily basis
Get high make dem ugly faces
Pull the dro' an' I'm on probation
My blunts I don't be lacin'
I'm on Kryptonite
Come to my crib tonight
Let me beat dat puss all night
Run tell yo buddies I ****ed you right
Tell 'em bout all the plaques on the wall
Tell 'em how you licked my balls
Tell 'em how Konkrete run the streets
Big Boi, he put us on
Pronunciation: \ˈmyüt\ Function: adjective Inflected Form(s): mut·er; mut·est Etymology: Middle English muet, mut, from Anglo-French, from mu, mute, from Latin mutus, probably from mu, representation of a muttered sound Date: 1513 1: unable to speak : lacking the power of speech2: characterized by absence of speech: as a: felt or experienced but not expressed <touched her hand in mute sympathy> b: refusing to plead directly or stand trial <the prisoner stands mute>3: remaining silent, undiscovered, or unrecognized
