OUTKAST - Wailin' lyrics

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Verse One: Big Boi

In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the Usual Suspect

No check, all I got in this game is my respect

and Southern pride I be, checkin my fuckin head

Scared, lookin up in your face, boi I see dead

If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be, enemies

In the P's freestyles be freebies

I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I

Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs

Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo

I wanted to figure out, just how low could yo' hoe go

The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin

Never bakin, rebukin Satan, we had you waitin

For the Second Coming funny how time flies when you're rhymin

La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect timin

to be doper than Sadaam believe the Nation of Islam

Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin that dope up out your car

I think they overstep they boundaries

O.J., not guilty, that's how they found he

Verse Two: Andre

I felt the pressure like sun shinin, while raining at the same time

I kept on rhymin, not complainin

Storm bringing cats and dogs my catalog be the size of golf balls

Throw up your Daisy Dukes I'm Hazzard-ous to all you Boss Hoggs

And Roscoe P. Col' people, who could boost my locomotive

But enough of that everyone can rap unless they ain't supposed ta

I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I

compose won't y'all get sick of that, cause I know I do when I hear those

Flows that ain't hip-hop, you find that shit in the gift shop

But to each his own, my speech is gon', keep that shit up outta my zone

Long as you happy then I'm happy

Even if you just hate my fuckin guts go 'head and dap me

Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway and then go home and pray for yo' ass later

Cause we might need you in this war I'm wailin on you traitors

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