Outkast Feat. Killer MIke & Jay-Z Flip Flop Rock lyrics

Yeah, ATLiens style on y'all ass, Do or Die, Aquemini
Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration, holla

Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the place to be
Andre 3000 shout out to public housin'
I brought the whole hood with me

You got red dirt in your Afro
Young Hov' in the place to be
OutKast in the place to be

Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block?
Didn't have to break a steerin' column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goody two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers

Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner
You never took the time out, examine yourself Boi
Are you black, white, Asian?
Indonesian, or Borean that's black and Korean

We on the same team if we breathin'
I jumped off the subject to see if you was seein'
That we drop a little science off in every verse
They put that P.A. sticker on it 'cause they scared we gon' curse

But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get devoured
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any height
Because I might just snap on a fuck ass nigga
Might clap a cap at a sucka ass nigga

In the meantime, Daddy Fatsacks gon' chill out
He might just, pull out his pistol and let that thang
Whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder
Than the park bench to start this

Marcus, Jason, my little brother James, all my brothers
From my momma but Andre is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo, deuce dos to a pair
A player stiffen the competition pressed like Levi's and tough skins
One minus one, negative one minus negative one is nothin'

Busti'n D-boy raps and player poems
The 'Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the crowd original material while you bore 'em
Your live show consists of everybody's shit but you're uns
Do your own shit, in your live show

Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the place to be
Andre 3000 shout out to public housin'
I brought the whole hood with me

Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the place to be
Andre 3000 shout out to public housin'
I brought the whole hood with me

Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze
With her 'Eyes Wide Shut', before I asked to hit her gut
If you Brunette, 'Legally Blonde' I might respond
Take you to 'Swan Lake' and beyond

Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clap on
I switch the flow so quick you cannot fathom
I take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea
And try to grab one line or sentence


Rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist
And give him a clean bill of health
Wealth might make you look good but you sound like shit
And your team lookin' shitty to death

My nigga Big Boi said, watch 'em as they gawk and they gander
You can follow or lead like Commander Picard
You can have 'The Whole World'
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, over stand

This young player's rhyme
I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme
Focused on every word, and line
Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime

I was born to talk shit and prove mine
And I'm the epitome of raw rhyme
Got signed, got serious about the craft
Of raw rhyme and I got mine

Aquemini's murderous monster move minds
Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime
When you see I'm comin' holla one time, holla one time
When you see I'm comin' holla one time

Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the place to be
Andre 3000 shout out to public housin'
I brought the whole hood with me

Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the place to be
Andre 3000 shout out to public housin'
I brought the whole hood with me, yeah yeah

Don't you like to groove in your hooptie on your old
Flip, flop, sweat shoes to run yo' tennis shoes?
Don't it matter to you that OutKast we got that slump for y'all?
Keep that funk for y'all

When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
At the interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops
And I fix it up like gin and juice when I'm them interviews
Dudes wanna know what he copped

And where you got that, and how could they buy that
Where the million dollar watch at, stop that
Why that, why this, niggaz wanna hijack the flyness
I'm on a whole 'nother plane

A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin'
Understand what I'm sayin'
Hov' and OutKast, whatchu think about that?
Really don't matter though what you niggaz chatter though

Anybody get out of line then you trust
That the mac'll go brrrap, got you killed for that alone
Back on the shit, back on the strip
Another hit I'm not gon' miss

Don't you like to groove in your hooptie on your old
Flip, flop, sweat shoes to run yo' tennis shoes?
Don't it matter to you that OutKast we got that slump for y'all?
Keep that funk for y'all