Ain't no thang lyrics

Artist  : Outkast 
Song : Ain't no thang
 
[Dre] 
A nigga ready from the get go (blowe, blowe,
blowe) 
Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre. Can yo punk
ass come out to play? 
Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your
head 
You don't know who you be fuckin with youse
better off...dead 
Is what I say, best run the other way 
In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break
now 
My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the
temp 
Make yourself exempt 
Pussy footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere
but stuck 
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die 
By gettin blasted, how drastic 
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things
I do 
I got the nerve to serve you up just like a
raider do, but naw (naw, naw) 
I take that back, that's my problem 
Turnin and walkin away, this ain't gon work when
they be robbin 
As long as Big Boi's still livin, never standin
by my lonesome 
Step up nigga, if you want some 

Chorus(2X) 
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang 
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary
Jane 
It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East
Point) 
It's all about that ses in yo chest (It's the
joint) 

[Big Boi] 
Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to
pump up tits 
It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them
playeristic hits 
I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause,
it's the 
Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch 
I used to sell dope, but in 1994 
I'm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik 
But see these voices in my skull has got me
reminiscin 
About the days back when me mammy had to work in
kitchens 
She had me makin better grades to make a better
life 
But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be
alright 
I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave
a shit 
I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was
steadily in the mix, yeah 
It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now 
I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take
my stand now 
I call the wild because it's time to take the
streets 
So if you ain't got the burner, bring your big
enough nuts (retreat) 
I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal 
Just an international playa, comin through your
stereo 

Chorus(2X): 

[Dre] 
3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead 
Cuz I'mma po' kid 
So Lord forgive me, I got to keep my milly right
here near me 
When I be doin fine until these niggaz want to
clear me off my street 
But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto 
Don't have no neighbors that hit the pipe but
never let go 
But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you 
Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour
a brew 
On the concrete, remember when we ran deep 
Remember at the party when we served them niggaz
dandy 
They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me 
Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right
beside me 
One is in mid-air and one is the chamber 
Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin
anger 
Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day 
At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way 
You can sway with Andre, I'll take her to the
ho-jo, bitch 
Just let you know, yeah 

Chorus(2X): 

[Big Boi] 
It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm
travelin 
No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac 
I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun 
And got my pump under my seat, in case these
yougstas wanna have some fun 
I'd do it if I have to, bustin caps with this a
heat and load it clip up 
after clip 
And after again, if I feel it 
The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters 
See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin
speakers 
So how do you figure that Big Boi beats ghetto
blastin 
You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail
'em faster 
1-2-3, you need to think about the future 
Before I shoot your ass and dilute your gut with
lead 
From my hollow clips, I'll send you to an early
grave 
You fuckin slave, you better try another way 
To take me out, is truly something difficult 
Don't even run up on me, unless you want your
brain broke 
I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip 
I'mma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin
pistol whipped 
You know that's how I do, you know that's how I
do 

Chorus(2X) 

Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the
muthafuckin... 
Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all
the niggaz 
Around the East Point way 
College Park is really on the map 
We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really
strapped 
With the muthafuckin guns and the muthafuckin
glocks 
Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it
don't stop