Red Velvet

We got, you know what I'm sayin'? Have a little bit of class
That's, that's all we sayin', that's all we sayin'
So it go a lil' somethin' like this, here
They know where you live, they see what you drive
(One more time for y'all), and they said they gon' put one of y'all here man
If you didn't know, you know now
OutKast, step on it
Uh, drink it down my nigga

Now Peter Piper picked a pepper, that was his downfall
I'm down with 'Dre 3000 'cause he got my back y'all
Ball if you want to, but do it with some class G
Ask me, do OutKast got some flows so you can blast me

Nasty, niggas on the block they see you shinin'
Engineers in the studio see me rhymin'
Don't get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit

Twist your cap back, you got blood off on your fur hat
Cap, cap, your link snap, you slumped off in your Cadillac
For what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin' for?
A'ight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese and let my mic flow

Prioritize to live through
Tell these other niggas how you bought yo' kid some tennis shoes
Let these brothers know that your momma she got her house too
Let these niggas know that your sister wouldn't of finished college without you

I doubt you, do that though, so do this here
And keep that bullshit out of our ear
You too near me to not hear me, too open to conceal me
The love for the music keepin' Big Boi spittin' real G

'Cause they know where you live, and they've seen what your drive
And they say they gonna put one in your helmet (one in your helmet)
'Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all those things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your pound cake to red velvet

Yeah, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, what? (Everybody, I wanna hear everybody)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (come on y'all)
Say, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (I can't hear y'all)
Say, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (what up, 'Dre)

How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had he not purchased the newest Mercedes
That lose its value soon as you drive that bitch off the lot, lot, lot?
Would he still be the latest, most wanted? Doggonit you want it
He got it-type nigga 'round the town, town, town
Had he not played it so flashy, ashy
When half of these niggas hurtin' and workin'
Would be he be found, found, found?

Up in a ho (ho) tel (tel) room (room) shot up (shot up)
With his dick shoved in somethin' he got a lot of
Bill Gates don't dangle diamonds in the face
Of peasants when he Microsoft'nin' the place
You gettin' on my nerves, well I'm gettin' on your case
Consider your surroundings or you leave without a trace

They know where you live, and they've seen what your drive
And they say they gonna put one in your helmet
'Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your pound cake to red velvet

I know you got the biggest bankroll and you ballin'
Follow the heater because the leader he is haulin'
Ass like Juan Valdez, I think he scared
'Cause my nigga, Khujo Goodie, got that toolie to his head

Now here, little did he know that (little did he know that)
Waitin' in the closet (waitin' in the closet)
No matter what you call that, (no matter what you call that)
Playboy show got done (playboy show got done)

Done was the one who came in contact
With those with slow goals who prone to sell crack
On this megaphone, hey look world, I'm on
You off, he floss hard 'cause he celebrate the fact ('cause what?)

Little did he know that (little did he know that)
Waitin' in the closet (waitin' in the closet)
No matter what you call that
Playboy show got done (done)

Got done y'all, Red Velvet
He got done y'all
Are y'all still havin' a good time
I'ma ask you all a serious question, how many of y'all niggas out there got that bootleg
Yeah, yeah, y'all quiet as hell
That's aight, that's aight 'cause I'ma tell y'all one thing
That ain't the real thing
Let them know 'Dre

Now really, y'all got somethin', the studio version and all that shit
That's if you wanna, really wanna stay down with them Kays, you know what I'm sayin'?
Go and pick up that real shit, comin' out October the 31st, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
(Yo) that's if you want the real thing, that's all I'm sayin' (uh-huh)
On the new album, we got the cu-



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Writer(s): Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, David A. Sheats
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