Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik

Lyrics

Well, it's the M-I-crooked letter coming around the South
 Rolling straight Hammers and Vogues in that old Southern slouch
 Please, ain't nothing but incense in my atmosphere
 I'm bending corners in my 'Lac, boi
 'Cause that's how we be rolling here
 Deep, the slang is in effect because it's Georgia
 Kicking the khakis and Adidas
 Packing yo' heaters 'cause you 'sposed to, cousin
 Catfish and grits is how my flow flows
 Rolling steady in that Caddy but them 50 bottles got to go
 See, juice and gin used to be my friend from the beginning
 Now I'm just a player sipping sauce every now and then
 To catch a buzz like a bumblebee
 Niggas who tried to fuck with me
 Get sprayed like Raid 'cause it ain't nothing to see
 My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock
 No, my heart don't pump no Kool-Aid
 Jump and you'll get too sprayed
 Who raise yo' block? The one and only OutKast
 Many a nigga falling fast, and I continue blasting, swiftly
 They ain't gon' get me, got something fo' em
 The devil up in yo' grill, and you still don't even know 'em
 Show 'em who's the OK
 Like collard greens and Hoecakes, I got soul
 That's something that you ain't got
 That's why your style is rot-ten
 Stop in the land of ATL
 Where nothing but pimps fully equipped quick to make a sale
 Swell, swollen got my pockets, business booming like rockets
 Folks try to stop it, but they know that it's that
 It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
 Now, players if you choose it
 You better make sure you don't abuse it
 We gonna get cha high, high
 Time to drop these 'bows like Dusty Rhodes
 Then I yell "ho," and knock 'em up off they feet
 Like a Southern hustler supposed to do
 I's in the house like... a joint is lit for my kinfolks
 And all the niggas that was down since we been broke
 Taking 'em deeper than a submarine
 So scream when you hear the team of two
 Look, my crew be thick as two fat hoes sitting off in a Brougham
 I'm packing my tag backwards if you want to be acting wrong
 Word is bond like superglue, it's funky like poopa scoop
 And every word I say you can true
 Well, okey dokey, 'Kast out
 I swear to God, I got the highest booming Cadillac
 The expialalistic Coupe de Ville, can you handle that, you rat?
 I take my time cruising 'round the city malls
 And under my seat for you suckers is your final curtain call
 The one two to the gauge, P-U-M-P
 You want to do a jack, I heat the barrel 'til it's empty, get me?
 See, I ain't Finlay, getting in where I fit
 Organized is on the track with the Southernplayalistic shit
 So copy my slang and bite my shit, but don't try gaffling me
 'Cause sleep, and you'll get served with some Southern hospitality
 It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
 Now, players if you choose it
 You better make sure you don't abuse it
 We gonna get cha high, high
 Well, Southernplayalisticadillac music has been laid
 I may wait for all day and day, be rolling like that today, hoe
 So back up off it, get up on it if you want it, y'all
 Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on Player's Ball, yup
 So now I step, rather walk with the pimp limp
 While my niggas are at East Point with that College Park hemp
 Smoked out is how I wanna end it on this track
 So I pass it to my partner and step back up in my Cadillac
 Step up in my shoes, you crews sitting on Trues
 And Vogues for the hoes only when we rolling through
 Atlanta skies be blue, the sun is beaming, it's seeming
 That I'm glistening, rather gleaming
 20/20 got me leaning to the side, full of pride
 Now ain't that something?
 I'm dipping into your hood, this ain't Braille, but I'm bumping
 Thumping out the roaches, Dungeon if y'all missed it
 Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, PA, OutKast, Southernplayalistic
 It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
 Now, players if you choose it
 You better make sure you don't abuse it
 We gonna get cha high, high
 It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
 Now, players if you choose it
 You better make sure you don't abuse it
 We gonna get cha high, high
 It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
 Now, players if you choose it
 You better make sure you don't abuse it
 We gonna get cha high, high
 
 Well, it's the M-I-crooked letter coming around the South
 Rolling straight Hammers and Vogues in that old Southern slouch
 Please, ain't nothing but incense in my atmosphere
 I'm bending corners in my 'Lac, boi
 'Cause that's how we be rolling here
 Deep, the slang is in effect because it's Georgia
 Kicking the khakis and Adidas
 Packing yo' heaters 'cause you 'sposed to, cousin
 Catfish and grits is how my flow flows
 Rolling steady in that Caddy but them 50 bottles got to go
 See, juice and gin used to be my friend from the beginning
 Now I'm just a player sipping sauce every now and then
 To catch a buzz like a bumblebee
 Niggas who tried to fuck with me
 Get sprayed like Raid 'cause it ain't nothing to see
 My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock
 No, my heart don't pump no Kool-Aid
 Jump and you'll get too sprayed
 Who raise yo' block? The one and only OutKast
 Many a nigga falling fast, and I continue blasting, swiftly
 They ain't gon' get me, got something fo' em
 The devil up in yo' grill, and you still don't even know 'em
 Show 'em who's the OK
 Like collard greens and Hoecakes, I got soul
 That's something that you ain't got
 That's why your style is rot-ten
 Stop in the land of ATL
 Where nothing but pimps fully equipped quick to make a sale
 Swell, swollen got my pockets, business booming like rockets
 Folks try to stop it, but they know that it's that
 It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
 Now, players if you choose it
 You better make sure you don't abuse it
 We gonna get cha high, high
 Time to drop these 'bows like Dusty Rhodes
 Then I yell "ho," and knock 'em up off they feet
 Like a Southern hustler supposed to do
 I's in the house like... a joint is lit for my kinfolks
 And all the niggas that was down since we been broke
 Taking 'em deeper than a submarine
 So scream when you hear the team of two
 Look, my crew be thick as two fat hoes sitting off in a Brougham
 I'm packing my tag backwards if you want to be acting wrong
 Word is bond like superglue, it's funky like poopa scoop
 And every word I say you can true
 Well, okey dokey, 'Kast out
 I swear to God, I got the highest booming Cadillac
 The expialalistic Coupe de Ville, can you handle that, you rat?
 I take my time cruising 'round the city malls
 And under my seat for you suckers is your final curtain call
 The one two to the gauge, P-U-M-P
 You want to do a jack, I heat the barrel 'til it's empty, get me?
 See, I ain't Finlay, getting in where I fit
 Organized is on the track with the Southernplayalistic shit
 So copy my slang and bite my shit, but don't try gaffling me
 'Cause sleep, and you'll get served with some Southern hospitality
 It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
 Now, players if you choose it
 You better make sure you don't abuse it
 We gonna get cha high, high
 Well, Southernplayalisticadillac music has been laid
 I may wait for all day and day, be rolling like that today, hoe
 So back up off it, get up on it if you want it, y'all
 Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on Player's Ball, yup
 So now I step, rather walk with the pimp limp
 While my niggas are at East Point with that College Park hemp
 Smoked out is how I wanna end it on this track
 So I pass it to my partner and step back up in my Cadillac
 Step up in my shoes, you crews sitting on Trues
 And Vogues for the hoes only when we rolling through
 Atlanta skies be blue, the sun is beaming, it's seeming
 That I'm glistening, rather gleaming
 20/20 got me leaning to the side, full of pride
 Now ain't that something?
 I'm dipping into your hood, this ain't Braille, but I'm bumping
 Thumping out the roaches, Dungeon if y'all missed it
 Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, PA, OutKast, Southernplayalistic
 It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
 Now, players if you choose it
 You better make sure you don't abuse it
 We gonna get cha high, high
 It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
 Now, players if you choose it
 You better make sure you don't abuse it
 We gonna get cha high, high
 It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
 Now, players if you choose it
 You better make sure you don't abuse it
 We gonna get cha high, high
 

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Duration
05:17
Key
10
Tempo
172 BPM

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