Artist: OutKast f/ Raekwon Album: Sir Luscious Left Foot * Song: Royal Flush Typed by: jaysscholar@gmail.com * promo version only - cut from the final album [Big Boi] I am the wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam But the AK-cuatro siete over microphone in hand Goddamn. Generation uno, Dungeon Fam The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass I laugh when you think that you have seen the last But it's only the beginning my nigga don't be so fast Pass gas, slow it down to a screeching halt Impeach the President cuz he don't think before he talk Iraq, got that; now he gunning for Iran North Korea got that shit that make LA look like Japan Our land, nah man, more like the +Caribbean+ +Billy Ocean+ body's potent take up all your strip and land this [Raekwon] Selling glass and blasting. Machinery sling past Next stop: Bowling Green. Blink flashing Glow my ass off. Po-Po they try to harass My dough - ching cash - and I sit in my dash and vent You know the W that come from Dirty Bast Bird baths. Love to stunt, we got birds with gats Fly past, buy NASA, caught up with the cash Why blast when you know we in your crib? Bypass I mastered. What? The treasurer of getting ass Whip assing. Red pipe and leather; slick nasty Sassy, but at the same time raspy Plug me a thug, your mother eating plaster [Andre 3000] Styles will change. They say change is dang-erous As a King standing on the terrace While his partner pointing up at the riflemen Coward shooter, never know when your life will end Then live like there ain't no 'morrow And if one come then this the motto Now I put message in bottle You go to the nearest beach and open your car door And walk to the place where the sea meets the land Yeah, it's easier to run the street than walk in the sand Hey, I'm talking young man. As if chalk in my hand I will take y'all little ass to school It's cool when the kids call me Sunny, the hood calls me Stacks The B's call me honey, Hollywood calls me back Crack and I have a lot in common We both come up in the 80's and we keep that bass pumping That's a nega-tive comparison, embarrassing Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate the streets consider you lame Ha, I thought the name of the game was to have a better life. I guess it ain't. What a shame I don't slang. Never slung but I'm one with the slum that has a name well fitting Plenty cheese getting. No wonder why they call it the trap So watch your tail and I'm not kidding The rats and mice will give advice, they say, "you can paint and draw Get out of here. Go show them that we're more than slanging raw." That's when I broke into my Big Rube impression And I tried to enlighten but that night I learned a lesson That the morals that you think you got go out the window When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo Wiis And your child is down on her knees praying hard up to God for a whopper with cheese Do you B) hit the street hard with a flair Or do you A) go to school for heating and air? Dare make an honest living or make a crooked killing Or do a bit of both until you're holding on a million? Brilliant. You got one foot in, one foot out You put your left foot back in and then you shake it all about You do the hokey pokey til you turn your life around That's what it's all about. 3000 out