Songtext Wailin' (feat. cee-lo green) von Outkast

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Wailin' (feat. cee-lo green)

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
Like that

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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  
Like that