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 sh*t go, it`s Andre. Can yo punk
as* come out to play?
Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your
head
You don`t know who you be f**kin 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
waiter 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 vertebrae, ya 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
cause I`ma pro, kid
But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli
right Vi-near me
My nine be doin fine until these niggaz wants to
clear me off my street
But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto
Don`t got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and
never let go
But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you
Ain`t sh*t 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 the air and one is the chamber
Y`all ask me what the f**k 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 it to the
Ho-Jo, bit*h
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
I`m packin my gauge, 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 be scared to
blast ya
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 as* and dilute your blood
with lead
From my hollow tips, I`ll send you to an early
grave
You f**kin 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`ma kick you in your as* 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
motherf**kin..
Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all
the niggaz
Around the East Pointe way
College Park is really on the map
We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really
strapped
With the muthaf**kin guns and the motherf**kin
glocks
Steady is the gas nigga, don`t fear it and it
don`t stop