Outkast Feat. Konkrete, Big Gipp & Ludacris - Tomb Of The Boom lyrics

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Speakerboxxx<br />

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Yo, before you all know what time it is<br />

It's your homeboy, straight from the A-T<br />

I ain't even goin' say the motherfucking rest<br />

But you know, we talk about it all day long baby<br />

We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit<br />

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This rap game lovely<br />

Konkrete play a part 'cause the Feds want to bug me<br />

Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me<br />

Bending corners in the Benz ridin' like a bucket, nigga fuck it<br />

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I know some hoes slutty<br />

I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playin' rugby<br />

I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me<br />

Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions<br />

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Perpetrators in the booth, rappin' lame like they drug related<br />

It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby<br />

You don't grind, you be lying<br />

She'll be castrated, Lorena Bobbitt maybe<br />

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Tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom<br />

Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb<br />

Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb<br />

Cool, ooh, that's cool<br />

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You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots<br />

Hit G spots by givin' hoes back shots<br />

I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops<br />

But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop<br />

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Konkrete, Aquemini, we takin' this here to the top<br />

Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop<br />

You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch<br />

To all my real niggaz, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx?<br />

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Fuck the cops, we makin' noise and we won't stop<br />

Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's goin' drop<br />

Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks<br />

We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock<br />

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They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum<br />

Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle<br />

Mr. Cockerspanielle in your poodle, after school tutor<br />

Roto Rooter, addicted to follies like brown collies, stay soft fro<br />

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Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian<br />

Talking a different language, RBI fly wide<br />

Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now<br />

Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now<br />

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Talk wit me now<br />

Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now<br />

Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now<br />

See you when I see you, now out wit me now<br />

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Tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom<br />

Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb<br />

Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb<br />

Cool, ooh, that's cool<br />

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I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight<br />

Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates<br />

I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit<br />

Over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks<br />

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Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up<br />

I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut<br />

It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game<br />

You can fool the record labels but not the street fame<br />

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I just tell it how I see it nigga, fact is fact<br />

The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque<br />

I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props<br />

Konkrete and Big Boi beatin' through your Speakerboxxx<br />

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Tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom<br />

Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb<br />

Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb<br />

Cool, ooh, that's cool<br />

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Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock in case you like to leak a lot<br />

Meanwhile, crank the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx<br />

Get the fuck on the ground<br />

Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town<br />

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They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen<br />

From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland<br />

So put your fist up boy, you wanna romp<br />

You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped<br />

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Thinking way back before I got mine<br />

Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs<br />

It's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman<br />

A hundred though, bitch, diamonds shimmerin'<br />

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Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below<br />

I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios<br />

Y'all driving Subaru's, stuck in your cubicles<br />

I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles<br />

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Tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom<br />

Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb<br />

Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb<br />

Cool, ooh, that's cool<br />

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Fourth and goal, should I take the three point?<br />

Field goal for the score or should I roll?<br />

Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut<br />

The what, the hole, Cranium overload, over throwed<br />

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Now we got seven more points on the board, fa sho<br />

B I G B O I, me oh my, I think he's blessing me<br />

Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe<br />

Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me<br />

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Player, pimp, gangster, poet, we goin' spit it<br />

We goin' show it to your ass<br />

"You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed<br />

But I know one day we will once more cross paths<br />

They say, "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre"<br />

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I say, "People, stop the madness cause me and Dre be okay"<br />

OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division, we just split it down the middle<br />

So you can see both the visions, been spittin' it damn near ten years<br />

Why the fuck would be be quittin'? Fuck, nigga