Ova Da Wudz lyrics

Artist  : Outkast 
Song : Ova Da Wudz



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Something's gotta give!

Yeah you know what
I'm sayin? Uhh
Herring homes unh martel homes
carver homes tekwood
Martin luther king
bankhead

Verse One: Big Boi

Under
cover over da hills and thru tha woods I
go
Like green lights a southern nigga that's
comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see
we be them southern playas
Remember the
football socks aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs
now
You up to par and ready fo yo lesson
I
got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so
let's crank up a session
Like Tri-City high
school, was pullin em in a broke down Rabbit
I
spit a couple of words and layin em down was just
a habit
Just like smokey, choking off da
pee-wee that we rolled up
Talkin about the
click will get you laid down hella swoled
up
Hootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek
wit Isotoners
And went to tell yo momma and yo
pop that you was a goner
Tell em Big Boi did
it; I swear that nigga be rhymin
Every lyric
that he spit be turnin charcoals into Diamonds
and Pearls
Girl when you givin up them draws,
cause
I got a couple of niggaz down the
hall
That wanna hit it too, I'm not the type
to be actin selfish
Set it out and let it out
and I'll be right back just like Elvis
Cause
the postman rings twice...
Hey Mr.
Postman....

Chorus: repeat
2X

power, power, I come gimme some
tha
deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
put tha
SWATS SWATS on yo' car
let's travel far, tha
southern star shines

Verse Two:
Dre

Everybody wanna get signed, but (here
to tell you)
record companies act like
pimps
Gettin paid off what we made when we the
ones that's fly like blimps
But ain't no
Goodyear, I tell it like it is so I'm like look
here
Just willin to get what I deserve my kids
to have a mother
and a little house, with a dog
in the backyard goin "woof-woof"
Who knows what
I'ma say soon's I leave this recording
booth
Poof, back in the real world where birds
fly
From Miami by way of Cuba to whoever wants
to get that high
There's clouds of clowns,
seas of G's
Pro-jects, packed with playas
meditating on their knees
Just to make them
ends meet, like ground beef, you won't
believe
The shit that niggaz attempt cause
they got other mouths to feed
besides they
own

Chorus

Verse Three: Big
Boi

There's some hoes in this house, damn
right
I'm thinkin about the way you skull me,
guzz me
Suckin me dry like deserts Mojave,
Gotti, hotties and honeydips
Likin the way you
do me, screw me it make my money flip
Shakin
that ass for daddy puttin this gas off in my
Cadi-llac
Back, don't ever snap, packin the
gats and pimpin whores
Hors d'oevres, swerve,
hit the curb because I'm reckless
Back in the
days when I was broke I'd snatch your fuckin
necklace
You ol' pussy-ass nigga... yeah