Claimin True lyrics

Artist  : Outkast 
Song : Claimin True



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[Big Boi]
Well it is I the pimp playin nigga
that you heard about
Yeah I got the money and
a half a million dope houses
I got the hookers
on the go and playa rhymes that I fuck with
I
buy amps that pops my trunk swift
I've been a
player since the age of two
That's when I
learned to walk grab my crotch talk
Do how
them hoe sellers do
See born and raised as a
pimp that's what I claim to be
Always claimin
true to what I do and then fuck what I see
I
pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I
growed up
And make my money cuz my daddy never
showed up
But fuck it, I'm on my own, I'm in my
zone
And nothin wrong, you don't belong, you
left me standing alone
Yeah, I'm the nigga
with the feather in my hat
Finger waves and
snake skins, shit, I got all that
But you
ain't know I'm the one dippin and dodgin
bullets
The price you pay when you behind it
steady tryin to pull it
So Dolemite, Dolemite
not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray
Moore
They were my idols when I was a
kid
From nappy head, greasy face, eatin
watermelon
To drug dealer, armed robber, now,
to big felon

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I
wonder how you would react if you was in my
shoes
I put in work and did the dirt, that's
how I payed my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it
be
So all the real niggaz step up like the
playas that's in back of me

[Dre]
All
heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin
over me
Growin up a little G, my mama thought
I'd grow to be
A lawyer or a doctor but I felt
like comin harder
Packed a shank up in my socks
when I started kindergarten
This ain't no
secret garden, so you fly when niggaz flee
If
it is one of my own, I'm lettin the trigger
be
Cuz I got love for any nigga who got love
for me
And then I get a slap of dap when I'm
slangin quarter keys
Just tryin to make it,
then of age, come through, take it
I ain't
forgot about y'all women who be workin niggaz
butt naked
At Magic City, shakin titties just
to pay the rent
Lord, tryin to hustle must be
somethin that was heaven sent
But I ain't got
no sense, that's what I got them thinkin
I
think about payback, strap myself and keep on
dankin
Cuz I be takin the rough side of the
mountain
If you cross my path, I'll leave you
drainin like a fountain
Yes it's been like
that since way back, in 1975
Been taught to
hustle with muscle and even try to strive
So
little botty bwoy better say your prayers
You
better learn some street sense before somebody
lay ya

chorus: repeat 4X