OutKast – Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (Organized Extended Remix) (1994) | Track profile | Dork

OutKast – Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (Organized Extended Remix) (1994) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (Organized Extended Remix)

[Intro]

Mic check

We're comin' live and direct from East Point Atlanta

Where OutKast is in the motherfuckin' house

With this funky fresh remix

Y'all know what it is

Cool Breeze in the house reachin' out

[Verse 1: Big Boi]

Well, it's the M-I-crooked letter, comin' around the South

Rollin' straight Hammers and Vogues in that old Southern slouch

Please, ain't nothin' but incense in my atmosphere

I'm bendin' corners in my 'Lac, boy, 'cause that's how we be rollin' here

Deep, the slang is in effect because it's Georgia

Kickin' the khakis and Adidas, packin' your heaters 'cause you supposed to, cousin

Catfish and grits is how my flow flows

Rollin' steady in that Caddy, but them fifty bottles got to go

See, juice and gin used to be my friend from the beginnin'

Now I'm just a player sippin' 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 nothin', see

[Verse 2: André 3000]

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 your block? The one and only OutKast

Many a niggas fallin' fast and I continue blastin'

Swiftly, they ain't gon' get me, got somethin' for 'em

The devil up in your grill and you still don't even know him

Show him who's the OK

Like collard greens and hoecakes, I got soul

That's somethin' that you ain't got

That's why your style is rot-ten, stop in the land of ATL

Where nothin' but pimps fully equipped quick to make a sale

Swell, swollen, got my pockets, business boomin' like rockets

Folks try to stop it, but they know that it's that

[Chorus: Choir]

It's that Southernplayalisticadillacfunkymuzik

Now, players if you choose it, you better make sure you don't abuse it

We're gonna get you high

High

[Verse 3: André 3000]

Time to drop these 'bows like Dusty Rhodes, then I yell, "Ho"

And knock 'em up off they feet like a Southern hustler 'posed to do

I's in the house like— house like— a joint is lit for my kinfolks

And all the niggas that was down since we been broke

Takin' 'em deeper than a submarine

So scream when you hear the team of two

My crew be thick as two fat hoes sittin' off in a Brougham

I'm packin' my tag backwards if you wanna be actin' wrong

Word is bond like Super Glue

It's funky like pooper-scoop

And every word I say, you can true

[Verse 4: Big Boi]

Well, okey dokey, 'Kast out, I swear to God I got the highest boomin' Cadillac

The expialalistic Coupe de Ville, can you handle that, you rat?

I take my time cruisin' '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 wanna do a jack, I heat the barrel 'til it's empty, get me?

See, I ain't friendly, gettin' 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 gafflin' me

'Cause sleep and you'll get served with some Southern hospitality

[Chorus: Choir]

It's that Southernplayalisticadillacfunkymuzik

Now, players if you choose it, you better make sure you don't abuse it

We're gonna get you high

High

[Verse 5: Big Boi]

Well, Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik has been laid

I may wait for all day and a day, be rollin' like that today, ho

So back up off it, get up on it if you want it, y'all

Lookin' 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 in 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

[Verse 6: André 3000]

Step up in my shoes, you crews sittin' on Trues

And Vogues for the hoes

Only when we rollin' through, Atlanta skies be blue

The sun is beaming, it's seemin'

That I'm glistenin', rather gleaming

20/20 got me leaning to the side, full of pride

Now, ain't that somethin'?

I'm dipping into your hood, this ain't Braille, but I'm bumpin'

Thumpin' out the roaches, Dungeon, if y'all missed it

Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, P.A., OutKast, Southernplayalistic

[Chorus: Choir]

It's that Southernplayalisticadillacfunkymuzik

Now, players if you choose it, you better make sure you don't abuse it

We're gonna get you high

High

It's that Southernplayalisticadillacfunkymuzik

We're gonna get you high

High

[Outro]

Ah yeah

East Point, College Park, Decatur, the whole Atlanta, the whole ATL

Everybody gettin' a little piece of this one

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