Benz Or Beamer lyrics

Artist  : Outkast 
Song : Benz Or Beamer



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 It all started at an accident scene on Bankhead
and Ashby

It's not clear if the suspect caused it, it is
clear he wielded

A hammer and told to get out of his car



Yeah, yeah, check it

From alligator belts to patty melts, I be that
smoothest nigga

So how do you figga that Atlant don't be pullin'
dem triggas

The Southern playalistic pimp is up in this,
bitch

Man, my folkers up on that track, complimentin'
that wickedness



See, one is for the money, two is for my niggaz
who jack

Niggaz ain't takin' that shit no mo', they got
big Benz and Cadillac

My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna be startin'
now?

I'm pissin' up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave, that
cracker was foul



Too close for comfort, too close to home

Too close to be playin' yo ass, so, hey, why
don't you get yo' own

As long as I got this legally

People see that we can be on top of things
without causin'



Another nigga sorrow, I know it seems it ain't
enough to go around

But keep on holdin' on like Goodie Mob 'cause
it's a better day tomorrow

That's all I can say, can't tell the future

Tomorrow's another day but today, they just might
shoot you



For your ride, fuck your pride, hah, better be
out your seat

Quick and snappy with a happy face before you
bleed

Ask me if that material shit is worth yo' life

I don't know about yours but if so you smokin'
pipes right



Deep in the dungeon for these many months

Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pass, around dem
blunts

Had to cut it out like shears, but for years I
used to burn 'em

Gettin' deep in my thoughts just to get shit off
my sternum



Chess, I never played but made many a moves

I still blame it on session 'cause I can't
remember the due

I guess, I feel that gettin' a Benz is out of the
question



The world is yellin' Hootie Hoo, but in my
pockets nuthin'

But gum and lint, to sum the shit, of I'm
broke

Nothin' but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you
toke



I'm travelin' up to Jersey with four keys off in
my trunk

And thinkin' of startin' the ways to get that
motherfucker krunk

See, yes, I be that nigga that with that sess off
in my chest

Smokin' and tokin' them token blacks that wanted
to test



See strong niggaz survive and the weak niggaz,
they die

I never fuck no white bitch, I stop eatin' at pig
sty

Be activatin' that Lo-Jack 'cause the Fleetwood
has been stolen

Campbellton Road is open, the B I G has spoken,
'cause it's like this



I got these thoughts, similar to the ones in call
of the wild

Up in the Benz is where I be doin' about a
hundred miles

The world is fucked up, how these niggaz be
drivin' drunk

Vehicular homicide with their bodies off in your
trunk



To me the cards is not belong, I use that strong
arm robbery

Robbin' spree, look at me, W M B

Backwards, takin' you to the cha cha with these
verses



Comin' around the projects make you sleep off in
dem hearses

I got a word of wisdom for those who must
resist

You'll be needin' a physical therapist 'cause you
can't fuck with this



While you sat down by the seashore thinkin' about
some seashells

I was around the corner from Pleasant Hill
thinkin' about the V-12

But maybe not for long because I just done seen
the light

I'm packin' my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be
alright



Just moving the steering wheel side to side like
a slalom

Now I ain't got no problem, I'm just breakin' the
steerin' column

I spot him in the middle of the Marta parkin'
lot



I'm hearin' a voice in the back of my head
yellin' Andre stop

But do I stop, naw, I figure it's a come up

But now I'm goin' down 'cause the folks wanna run
up, damn



These days, the best way to deal with a car
jacker

Is to simply give them what they want