Big Boi - Royal Flush lyrics

rate me

I am

The wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam

With the A K cuatro siete or a microphone in hand

God dam

Generation uno? dungeon fam

The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass

I laugh

When you think that you have seen the last

But it's only the beginning my nigga don't be so fast

As gas

Or slow it down to a screeching halt

Impeach the president cus he don't think before he talk

Iraq

i that

Now he gunning for Iran

North Korea got that shit that make L.A. look like Japan

Island

Nah man

More like the Caribbean

Billie Botion all the potion take up all your stupid land

Styles will change

They say change is dang-erous

As a king standing on the terrace

While his partner pointing up at the rightful man

Cowards

Then... live like there ain't no 'morrow

And if one come then this the motto

Now I put message in bottle

You go to the nearest beach and open your car door

And you walk to the place where the sea meets the land

Yeah it's easier to run the street than walk in the sand

Hey I'm talking young man

As if chalk in my hand

I will take yo' little ass to school

It's cool

When the kids call me sonny, the hood calls me stacks

The bees call me honey, Hollywood calls me back

Crack and I have a lot in common

We both come up in the 80s and we keep that bass pumpin'

Now that's a nega-tive comparison

Embarassin'

Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate

The street considers you lame

I thought the name of the game

Was to have a better life

I guess it ain't what a shame

I don't slang, never slung

But I'm one with the slum

That has a name well fitting

No wonder why they called it the trap

So watch your tail

And I'm not kidding

The rats and mice would give advice

They say that you can paint and draw

Get out of here

Go show them that we're more than slangin' raw

That's when I broke into my big Rube impression

And I tried to enlighten but that night a learned a lesson

That the morals that you think you got go out the window

When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo

Wiis

And yo' child is down on her knees

Praying hard up to God for a Whopper with cheese

Do you b) Hit the street hard with a flare

Or do you a) Go for school for heating and air

Dare making under seven

But make a crooked killing

Or do a bit of both until your holding on a million

Brilliant

You got one foot in and one foot out

You put yo' left foot back in and then you shake it all about

You do the Hokey Pokey 'til you turn your life around

That's what it's all about

3000 out

Thanks to Mike for these lyrics

Thanks to Carmain-Nichol for these lyrics