Outkast ft. Don $hel Lyrics

Wavy

Yessuh

Whatchu know about this?

The real gon' get it

Hey

Hey

This some playarific

Even as an outcast, I'm southernplayalistic

I been in the dungeon for some time

Give ya that stank funk when I rhyme

Mob so goodie, got fam on my side

Snappin' and trappin' when I slide

Even Ms. Jackson know she wanna ride

This some playarific

Even as an outcast, I'm southernplayalistic

Know my steez so clean, so fresh

This so spotieotiedopalicious

Ain't no thang when you can do it like this

Player's gon ball, we don't care boutta bitch

Player's gon ball, we just tryna get rich

This that early mornin' late nights

Too many times I cried for this shit

Too many times got denied for this shit

Now I'm on top catchin' eyes from ya bitch

Mind on the money, young nigga gettin' rich

Mind actin' funny, young nigga had a glitch

Folks wasn't movin' up to speed, had to ditch

Jealous ass niggas, tryna Rico to Mitch

This that I'ma be alright

Too many times had a doubt in my step

Almost lost it quiet is kept

Walkin' in the dark, never knew what crept

Had to dig deep in my soul and accept

What God has for my life's intent

With God on my side, I'll never be inept

Big dog status but I'll never be ya pet

Everything I spit is sentimental

Put ten thousand hours plus tryna make these instrumentals

To be able to put gold onto my dental

Shine on a nigga, have the bank at least five figures

Magic's always made from these fingers

Over years know this still gonna linger

My kids always gonna have high class dinners

All because daddy could never ever be a quitter

Hey

This some playarific

Even as an outcast, I'm southernplayalistic

I been in the dungeon for some time

Give ya that stank funk when I rhyme

Mob so goodie, got fam on my side

Snappin' and trappin' when I slide

Even Ms. Jackson know she wanna ride

This some playarific

Even as an outcast, I'm southernplayalistic

Know my steez so clean, so fresh

This so spotieotiedopalicious

Ain't no thang when you can do it like this

Player's gon ball, we don't care boutta bitch

Player's gon ball, we just tryna get rich

Young nigga from the A

You know I rep the SWATS

Mind on a lot

And still a nigga rocking like P-Funk

George Jungle on a hoe with the tree trunk

We ain't swinging on vine

But we making good time

Niggas was hating the vision was mine

Tried to make me feel like

Somethin' was wrong with my mind

That was years ago

Still letting niggas control how you feel

Then you is the hoe

Taking that time for adjustment

So better than wasting it stuck in the past

Get a hustle

Get good

Put a tax on that ass

Them cameras gon' flash

The real and the fake wanna know where you at

Yo' social intake gonna show what you lack

My circle is small

My circle is strong

'Cause they was all ballin'

They want it all back

I done learned from the folk that came before me

Play the game for the bread never letting it hoe me

Tryna be like Kobe

Cuz I wanna be better

Flow tougher than leather

I remember I met her

Way, way, way, way back in the day

Said somethin' too slick

So I told her to stay

Since then, never struggled tryna get in my zone

Still an OutKast, nigga, don't hit up my phone

This some playarific

Even as an outcast, I'm southernplayalistic

I been in the dungeon for some time

Give ya that stank funk when I rhyme

Mob so goodie, got fam on my side

Snappin' and trappin' when I slide

Even Ms. Jackson know she wanna ride

This some playarific

Even as an outcast, I'm southernplayalistic

Know my steez so clean, so fresh

This so spotieotiedopalicious

Ain't no thang when you can do it like this

Player's gon ball, we don't care boutta bitch

Player's gon ball, we just tryna get rich