OutKast – Ova da Wudz (1996) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

Ova da Wudz

Something's gotta give
Check, check
Yeah, nahmsayin'?
Harri' homes, uh, Martel homes, Carver homes, Techwood
Martin Luther King (uh), Bankhead
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them southern playas
Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now
You up to par and ready for your lesson
I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let's crank up a session
Like Tri-City high school, was pullin' em in a broke down Rabbit
I spit a couple of words and layin' 'em down was just a habit
Just like Smokey, chokin' off da pee-wee that we rolled up
Talkin' about the clique will get you laid down hella swolled up
Hootie hoo slapped ya boys across the cheek with Isotoners
And went to tell yo mama and yo pop that you was a goner
Tell em Big Boi did it, I swear that nigga be rhymin'
Every lyric that he spit be turnin' charcoals into diamonds and pearls
Girl when you givin' up them draws, 'cause
I got a couple of niggas down the hall
That wanna hit it too, I'm not the type to be actin' selfish
Set it out and let it out and I'll be right back just like Elvis
'Cause the postman rings twice
Hey Mr. Postman
Power, power, I come, gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
Put the SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far, the southern star shines
Power, power, I come, gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
Put the SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far, the southern star shines
Everybody wanna get signed, but (here to tell you)
Record companies act like pimps
Gettin' paid off what we made when we the ones that's fly like blimps
But ain't no Goodyear, I tell it like it is so I'm like look here
Just willin' to get what I deserve my kids to have a mother
And a little house, with a dog in the backyard goin', "Woof-woof"
Who knows what I must face when I leave this recordin' booth
Poof, back in the real world where birds fly (fly)
From Miami by way of Cuba (let's get i) to whoever wants to get that high (high)
There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's
Pro-jects, packed with playas meditatin' on their knees
Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef, you won't believe
The shit that niggas attempt 'cause they got other mouths to feed
Besides they own
Power, power, I come, gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
Put the SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far, the southern star shines
Power, power, I come, gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
Put the SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far, the southern star shines (yeah, uh)
It's some hoes in this house, damn right
I'm thinkin' about the way you skull me, girls be
Suckin' me dry like deserts Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honey dips
Likin' the way you do me, screw me it make my money flip
Shakin' that ass for daddy, puttin' this gas off in my Cadillac
Back, don't ever snap, packin' the gats and pimpin' whores
Hors d'oeuvres, swerve, hit the curb because I'm reckless (uh)
Back in the days when I was broke I'd snatch your fuckin' necklace
You ol' pussy-ass nigga, yeah

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OutKast – Ova da Wudz (1996) | Track profile | Dork