RAP SHXT Outro
Sittin' shotgun, with a shotgun, I've been poppin'
Since Master P and Silkk the Shocker had 'em sayin' uhh
We can get it rockin', it ain't never been a problem
Fuck boy we ain't worried about none
We can get it done, I'ma be the one
Better run Forrest, run Forrest run
Run for it, run for it, run
You can bring a knife and I'ma bring a gun
Pow, wow, I just bought a new house
Livin' up north you can see it from the south
Who's that peepin' in my window?
Pow, nobody, nobody now
You ain't talkin' 'bout me, then nobody counts
On top of the mountain, nobody around
Fuck the mainstream, I'll remain underground
All alone on the throne where the fuck is my crown?
Whoa, oh, you ain't got no soul, you fuckers outta control
You microwave, while I cook on the stove
Y'all Betty Crocker's, I'm cookin' up dough
I'm a goon in this rap shit
Y'all lookin' like food in this rap shit
I'm a fool with this rap shit
One more album and I'm through with this rap shit
What more I gotta do to prove, I ain't number two?
Bitch who the fuck are you?
Writin' three number ones', you ain't did shit once
I'ma do this shit again just incase you needed proof, ooh
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I've been OutKastin'
Do this for practice, line after line, how I'm catchin' these rappers
Way too much talkin' bitch, where is the action?
Bitch I'm just askin', what the fuck happened?
The game ain't the same, so I came did my thing
I created the lane now I'm done with this rap shit
Since Master P and Silkk the Shocker had 'em sayin' uhh
We can get it rockin', it ain't never been a problem
Fuck boy we ain't worried about none
We can get it done, I'ma be the one
Better run Forrest, run Forrest run
Run for it, run for it, run
You can bring a knife and I'ma bring a gun
Pow, wow, I just bought a new house
Livin' up north you can see it from the south
Who's that peepin' in my window?
Pow, nobody, nobody now
You ain't talkin' 'bout me, then nobody counts
On top of the mountain, nobody around
Fuck the mainstream, I'll remain underground
All alone on the throne where the fuck is my crown?
Whoa, oh, you ain't got no soul, you fuckers outta control
You microwave, while I cook on the stove
Y'all Betty Crocker's, I'm cookin' up dough
I'm a goon in this rap shit
Y'all lookin' like food in this rap shit
I'm a fool with this rap shit
One more album and I'm through with this rap shit
What more I gotta do to prove, I ain't number two?
Bitch who the fuck are you?
Writin' three number ones', you ain't did shit once
I'ma do this shit again just incase you needed proof, ooh
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I've been OutKastin'
Do this for practice, line after line, how I'm catchin' these rappers
Way too much talkin' bitch, where is the action?
Bitch I'm just askin', what the fuck happened?
The game ain't the same, so I came did my thing
I created the lane now I'm done with this rap shit
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Bradley Calhoun, Charles Cossetti, John Brodnax
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