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20 Essential André 3000 Guest Verses

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Often regarded as one of the greatest rappers of all time— André 3000 is a seasoned lyricist from the streets of Atlanta, Georgia. Raised in East Point, Georgia and Buckhead, Three Stacks climbed the rap ladder as a member of hip-hop duo Outkast — a rap group he co-founded with Antwan “Big Boi” Patton.

During his ascendancy to the upper echelons of rap, Dre, born André Lauren Benjamin contributed his talents to a number of TV series and films, including Families, The Shield, Be Cool, Revolver, Semi-Pro, Four Brothers and the Cartoon Network animated series Class of 3000.

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He’s also an entrepreneur and an advocate for animal rights. However, it’s his slick talking on records that has earned him high praises in the hip hop community. Despite the absence of a solo album in his discography, the evasive rapper remains revered by ardent hip-hop followers, which isn’t hard to figure considering his preference for verbose and intricate lyricism. Not surprising several top publications reckon he’s one of the greatest rappers of all time. Eminem name dropped Andre as one of the best rappers ever on the 2022 song “Till I Collapse.”

While Ice Cold may no longer be a main feature in today’s hip-hop, he has put out more than enough music and classic guest verses to ensure his name is engraved in stone. In this featured article we highlight 20 of his best guest verses of all time.

Rick Ross “Sixteen”

Sometimes you have a lot to say and 16 bars just isn’t enough. André 3000 lets the pen bleed on the disappointing “Sixteen” from Rick Ross’ “God Forgives, I Don’t” LP.

Summer '88, or was it '89?
Or was it wintertime? Aw never mind
I'm in my room, booming
Drawin' LL Cool J album covers with Crayolas on construction paper
I'm tryna fuck my neighbor, I'm tryna hook my waves up
I'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups
Before lil' Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up, before my crumbs would cake up
Before they tell me they love me and we'll never break up
Before the time she makes love to someone that I thought was my homeboy
But boy, was I wrong now
I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a porch
And a Porsche, and a horse and unfortunately but of course
An assortment of torches that scorches the skin
When they enter, intruders whose tutors did
A lousy job, how's he God if he lets Lucifer let loose on us?
That noose on us won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they don't let us win, I can't pretend
But I do admit, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
Hence, why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
Then go grab the finest wine and drink it
Like we know which grape and which region it came from
As if we can name 'em; hint-hint—it ain't, um, Welch's
Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
Y'all can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's against the wall
I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home
All Kellygreen with envy while I'm jelly beans descending
Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smile
With such a devilish grin, like "Where the hell have you been?"
She's yelling, "Selling’s a sin," well, so is telling young men
That selling is a sin if you don’t offer new ways to win
A dolphin gon' shake his fin, regardless if he gets in
Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim
And Flipper didn’t hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?
I miss the days of old when one could hold his gal on his arm
And not set off these alarms, when cameras snap-snap-snap
Return fire, pap-pap-pap pap pap-pap pap pap
They’ll learn why, mere privacy, so essential
They won't make no laws, I break their laws 'til they see out our window
I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle
Forsake them all, I hate them all, don’t like em, don’t pretend to
Yeah something tells me, we ain’t in Kansas anymore
All that shit that used to be cool ain’t cool anymore
All them women we were pursuing, now they want more
And they deserve it all, don’t settle for what ain’t yours

Devin The Dude “What A Job”

One of my favorite all time Andre 3000 verse is on Devin The Dude’s “What A Job.” 3 Stacks amplifies the behind the scenes struggle musicians face in the industry and their communities. Rap is a full time job and not always as glamorous as it looks.

We work nights, we some vampires
Niggas gather 'round the beat like a campfire
Singing folk songs, but not no "Kumbaya my Lord"
You download it for free, we get charged back for it
I know you're saying, "they won't know, they won't miss it
Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit"
So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob
And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you
(Hell no!) Yeah, exactamundo
But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo
And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami
And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys
See, we do it for that boy that graduated
That looked you in your eyes real tough and say "'preciate it"
And that he wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for your CD number nine
And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she crying
Talkin' 'bout, that they used to get high to me in high school
And they used to make love to me in college
Then they told me 'bout they first date, listenin' to my tunes
And how he liked her fingernail polish
I say "Hate to cut you off but I gotta go
I wish you could tell me mo', but I'm off to the studio
Gotta write tonight"
"Hey, can you put us in your raps?" "I don't see why not"
Devin is the Dude, you gon' probably hear him talkin' 'bout–

T.I. “Sorry”

Andre 3000 battles with social anxiety and hypersensitivity disorder, which has had an impact on his psyche. On “Sorry” from T.I.’s eighth studio album, he admits he runs away from the spotlight because he hates the attention that comes with being famous. He further explains he has no interest for material things and apologizes to his significant other for his inability to socialize.

What it ain't? What it is?
Even if you gotta live
I learned that apartment's way more exciting
Than a big-ass house on a hill
I used to be a way better writer and a rapper
When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia (Woo!)
Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche (Ahh)
Feeling like I'm going off a course (Ahh)
Cut these fuck niggas off
Negative in my life, scream that 'til I'm hoarse (Woo)
Duck these, get the fuck off me, projectiles
Bitch, he ain't really got a choice (Mmm)
I'm living my life live yours (Ahh)
I don't even like rapping fast (Ahh)
But that's how the world come to me
Talk to me sideways, nigga, that's your ass
Slow it down
This that shit that'll make you call your mama
Say, "Hey, I'm sorry for begging
For all them clothes you couldn't afford"
And this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partner
And say, "I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours"
I hated all the attention so I ran from it (I ran from it)
Fuck it if we did
But I hope we ain't lose no fans from it (No fans from it)
I'm a grown-ass kid, you know
I ain't never cared about no damn money
Why do we try so hard to be stars just to dodge comments?
And this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama
When you gone on half a pill
Don't know why, but that's how it is
Then you take a flight back to the crib
Y'all make love like college kids
And you say all the shit you gon' do better
We can try this shit again
'Round the time the dope wear off
You feel stupid, she feel lost
That's that dopamine, I mean dope—
I mean, you think Cupid done worn off
Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed
Baby boy face full of applesauce
Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault
Too much pressure, I peel off, I'm sorry
Was young and had to choose between you
And what the rest of the world might offer me
Shit, what would you do? (I was 21)
Well, I'd prob'ly do it differently if second the chance
Only if some cool-ass older man
Would've let me know in advance
There's this quarry that is dug so deep in a father's chest
When he feel that he's broken up his nest
And he figures, shit—he was just doing the best that he could
Which end up being the worst that he could
And all some pussy nigga on the Internet can say
Is, "That verse ain't good"

Frank Ocean “Solo (Reprise)”

In a 2020 interview, André 3000 revealed he wrote this verse for an entirely different song and was surprised when he heard himself on Frank Ocean’s 2016 album, Blonde.

“Frank, he reached out actually about two or three years before Blonde came out and he was like, ‘Hey, I wanna do this song,'” Three Stacks says. “So he sent me a beat and we kept back and forth, he was sending me beats, we were listening to music. I picked the beat and I went in the studio in Austin, Texas and I did this verse to this beat — it was like a Hip Hop kinda beat, a completely different track.”

He continued, “So we’re riding home and we put the Blonde CD in. We’re listening and like, ‘Oh, this is jamming.’ Then my voice comes on! [Laughs] Out of nowhere. He didn’t tell us that it was coming out. I never heard it until it was on the album, and it was completely different. I laid it down to this whole beat and he took my verse from that beat and then — it was the genius of Frank — he put it on piano alone. No beat, just me and the piano.
“But I didn’t know that I was on the album until I was riding home as a fan listening to Blonde. It was surprising that he just left my verse alone as it is on the album.”
So low that I can see under the skirt of an ant
So low that I don't get high no more
When I Geronimo, I just go, "Heh"
Solo, my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend
So low that I can admit
When I hear that another kid is shot by the popo
It ain't an event no more
So low that no more high horses, so hard to wear Polo
When I do, I cut the pony off
Now there's a hole where there once was a logo, how fitting
So low that I can give a fuck about what is trending
Tryna cut down on my spending
Regardless of winning, instead of pretending
And bending over backwards
Over half of these hoes had work done
Sayin' they want something real from a man
Just saying it, we being real persons
I hate that it's like this, I feel for you, ant
I don't know what it's like with a skirt on
So pardon me if I am being insensitive
But darling, this only worsens
So low my halo stay way low, it feels like it's bent
So low that when they throw pussy or pesos
Don't pay no attention to it
So low that I am no rookie, but feel like a kid
Lookin' at the other kids
With astonishment while I'm on punishment
Watchin' the summer come close to an end
After twenty years in, I'm so naive I was under the im—
'Pression that everyone wrote they own verses
It's comin' back different and, yeah, that shit hurts me
I'm hummin' and whistlin' to those not deserving
I've stumbled and lived every word, was I working just way too hard?

UNK “Walk It Out” Remix

André 3000 had another exciting showing on the remix of Unk’s southern funk. Some say he single-handedly ended hip hop’s oversized white tee era with this line, “Your white tee, well to me, look like a nightgown/Make your Momma proud, take that thing two sizes down.”

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Walk it out like an usher
If you say real talk, I probably won't trust ya
If you want to go to war, the gun's my pleasure
Even Jesus had twelve disciples on the lever, trigger, whatever
Pyong, you don't want nan day of three thou'
I'm like jury duty, you're new to this part of town
Your white tee, well to me, look like a nightgown
Make your Momma proud, take that thing two sizes down
Then you'll look like the man that you are or what you could be
I can give a damn 'bout your car, but then I would be
If it was considered a classic before the drastic change
In production when cars were metal instead of plastic
Value, is what I'm talkin' 'bout, take two of these and walk it out
You'll be the reason they chalk it out, you can't be the king of the parking lot
Forever, not saying I'm the best but 'til they find something better
I am here, no fear, write me a letter, 'til then
I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out
I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out
I Westside walk it ow-out, I Westside walk it ow-out
I Westside walk it ow-out, then Eastside walk it ow-out

Sleepy Brown “I Can’t Wait”

Sleepy Brown and André 3000 showcase their romantic traits on I Can’t Wait. On the love ballad, André presents himself as a gentleman, and walks a girl back in time to the moment they first met. 

Leather in the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin-a?
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
Really I was flexin', but the girls they were fire
I'm the type of guy that notice subtle signs
When I cuddle mine, she ain't even tryin'
To look sexy, but even if she was, so what?
Motherfucker grow up, don't mean to be so abrupt
But that let's me know that she's a human being
And being human's hard—on the boulevard
Girl, you got it bad, glad I'm not one
But yet you got it good, you are the hot one
But I'm André, Benjamin André to be exact
You'd hope to meet a gentleman one day, well this is that
In fact, Dookie introduced us at a show
About a year or so ago, I don't know, mind slips me
I'm in the Southern states, you know, where all the pimps be
Dressin all boogey and carryin' ugly cups
And yes, you're getting booed if your shit do not get down
And yes, you're getting sued by women who didn't get up
Out their seat on the bus, and feet shouldn't rust
And beat is a must, and we shouldn't lust
But we do, I'm laughin' at the calendars and clocks
Ascot to match the socks, what's in your Speakerboxxx?
"Pink and Blue", you're lollygaggin', you're slow pokin'
You got me open, you're playin' wit me, darlin I'm not a toy
As if Anita Baker brings the joy
Your kind are the Tyner, meanin' the real McCoy
I can't wait…

Travis Scott “The Ends”

Travis Scott and André 3000 share harrowing tales of their hometown on The Ends, with Mr. Benjamin reflecting on the Atlanta Child Murders from 1979-1981,  which left least 28 children, adolescents, and adults dead. 

To them I'm a big dick, a cheque and some laughter (Hahaha)
I guess it's all survival but please be careful, uh
I gave up on the Bible long time ago, uh
Oh, I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know, ha
I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids, hmm
And dumped 'em in the creek up from where I live (Ayy)
Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around (Uh, uh)
We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around
Killer would show up with boxes of pizza, uh
And said he had a label recruitin' people (Uh)
Put that on my grandma and everything, yeah
My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne
It could've been me or could've been you too
But what a memory, it may need interludes (Could've been me)
What's gon' patch up my inner tube
So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too

James Black “Where’s The Catch”

All my pets are mystic, keeps me in a cage (Cage)
Aww, my head is twisted, keeps me spinnin' 'round for days (Days)
Exorcism, pessimism has arisen
There's no reason really, treason to myself so silly
So perfect, so perfect, so why do I look for curtains?
Uncertain but certainly false alarm's alertin'
A burden in beautiful times, a garden snake (Sss)
Won't bite me, but frightens me like I know I'm ate
I know I ain't, I know it, ayy
Harmony, harmony, how many, how many
Days of amazin' will it be before it phases?
And I say, "I told you so" (Told you so)
Summer bee, summer bee buzzin'
Some'll be hovering over nothin'
All of a sudden it's fall and it's over, though (Phew)
Come with me, come with me, calming me down
Be chamomile, calamine lotion
Camel motion, humpin' on the flo' (Yeah)
Tumbleweed, tumbleweed
Wanna leave before the avaricious take over the city
We build and discover gold
Alchemists make it silver before you know it
Negative nickels until it's void
Aluminum foil it back to soil, oh yeah

Kanye West “Life Of The Party”

Hey, Miss Donda
You run into my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm startin' to believe ain't no such thing as Heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller remindin' me, "Hey, keep rolling"
I don't know, maybe she has with a prick of a blade of grass
I've been layin' on way too long, got me itchy
Got up and roamed a lil' more
Miss Donda, you see my mama, tell her I'm lost
You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough
Exaggeratin' a lil' bit so she get the point
Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave and fire up a
'Til I quit, started back up again, twenty years later
All that time, y'all thought a
was high, thought I was crazy
My mom, she ain't cut no corners
Got me back on track, I don't miss her overstepping
But do miss her showin' Seven civilian life ****
Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama, whisper her this:
The real reason I was geeked to go to church
Must confess, when y'all grown-ups would be in Bible study
That girl helping me with my homework? Her and I were ****
So pure and ****, so spirit spinning and dirty
So on, so on, and so on, we hoped that no one heard us
Sh-sh, ah, ah
And to this day, I think her mama knew but let us explore
Miss Donda, you see my father, please, ask him why he never married
Always smiled, but was he happy inside?
Because I carried my mother's name, did he carry shame with him?
I'm sure she did it out of spite, 'twas her decision at birth
Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby
Two young people with different views, a lot for a young lady
No coincidence, they both passed away from heart conditions
There's a dissidence at play, dad and mom do hard division
Three Thou', poster child for big **** **** raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for what? I don't know
But I do know that it's crucial, that we do so, pronto
I don't know how much long though

Rich Boy “Throw Some D’s” Remix

Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood
See, mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty good
But if you wanna try, sucker now then we can do it
Ha-ha, sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it
Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life
Yeah, yeah your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like
So-so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8
He can die any second, how much longer it's 'gon take?
Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then?
You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet
Like the boys in blue when they come through with them boots
And they kickin' down the door and they don't care who they shoot
But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do
So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back
But they comin' from the back, so we run back to the front
They say get down on ya knees, we say, "What the fuck you want?"
They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'
Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talkin' they won't know
That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter
Slash plumber, cash runner and he fire on them computers, log out

Goodie Mob “Thought Process”

The thought process… Now-
Now as an Outkast, I was born, wasn't warned of the harm
That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life
Done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin'
Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons
I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one
They said it skipped from 12 to 14
Still smoking, still drinking
No, I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 AM thinking
That in reality the world is like a ball full of players
We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers
And only prayer is the tightest game that you can have
The devil's takin' a swing, that might explain the broken glass
But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside
Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play, right?
Huh, the only thing we feared was Williams, Wayne
Never thought about hittin' licks or slangin' 'caine
Did not think I'd be the one to give in to abortion
Label me "murderer" because my ass is scorchin'
Hot from the Glock that sits under my seat
Yeah, it's real fucked up that my folks come to get me
And it's like dat…yeah, uh-huh, yeah, and it's like dem!

UGK “Int’l Players Anthem”

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see-see 'round town
And hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smilin'
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense, I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap, no looking back
Spaceships don't come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night
So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon, high jump the broom
Like a preemie out the womb, my partner yelling, "Too soon!
Don't do it! Reconsider, read some liter-
Ature on the subject; you sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic
If that bitch do you dirty, we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent
Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp, remember what I taught ya:
Keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart
Ayy, keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part, play your part"

DJ Drama “De Art Of Storytelling Pt. 4”

So I'm watchin' her fine ass, walk to my bedroom
And thought to myself "that's the shape of things to come"
She said, "Why in the club, you don't make it precipitate?
You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm?"
I'm like, "Why?"
The world needs sun, the hood needs funds
There's a war goin' on and half the battle is guns
How dare I throw it on the floor
When people are poor
So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord
Umbilical attached to a place I can't afford
No landscaping, or window draping
This old lady told me, if I ain't got nothin' good, say nathan
That's why I don't talk much
I swear it don't cost much to pay attention to me
I tell like it is, then I tell it how it could be
The hood be
Requesting my services oh don't get nervous it's
Step yo game up time, these ain't them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancin' in some club
Niggas ride to me, women be off in they tub
Ex-foliating with they poms-poms, yelling, "Go, 3000!"
I'm in my whatever bumpin' N.W.A, a hunnid miles and
Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Runnin'
Summon, woman, come in
Sit down, heard you need some plumbin'
Done in, I'm in a swell mood
Or rather swole mood
Until she told me that she told dude
That she'll be back, she's going to the store
I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so the door
I pointed her to
I said, "Call me when y'all break up"
"I don't fuck nobody, bitch, and never owned a Jacob,"
Know what time it is
Nigga just tryin' to live like a nigga supposed to live
If I still drank that malt liquor, I'd pour the beer
On the ground for niggas not around;
I started off starvin', now they got me out here Brett Favre'n
Tryna' see if I still got it… (got it…)
I guess it's like a bike, think about it… (Uh uh oh no)

Chris Brown “Deuces” Remix

The farewell email from a female
But I’m a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details
What it entails is hard to say, like sellin' seashells
By the seashore, but she’s not a bore
But neither a whore who needs to know more
The kind you can’t ignore but want to open the door for
Or run in your favorite store, and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it ain't yours
I did things for her; ain't rich, ain't poor
I wanted to do more, but hell, I just ain't know her
Well enough to know if this is all she came for
But enough to know tonight excited she came four
Times to my cousin house to see if I was there
Get your minds out the gutter, man
We out here tryna have a good time
And here I am, all heavy with the words where
Somebody that's a nerd, likely fast forward
But, shit, they asked for it
It’s hard to throw up them deuces
‘Cause when you know it’s juicy
You start to sound like Confucius when makin' up excuses
Chase Cabooses until the track gone
I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin' sad songs

Kelis “Millionaire”

Where there is cheese there are rats
Wherever there are rats there are cats
Wherever there are cats there are dogs
If you got the dogs, you got bitches
Bitches always out to put their paws on your riches
If you got riches, you got glitches
If you got glitches in your life computer, turn it off
And then reboot it, now you back on
Can't just put the cap on the old bottle
Once you pop it, that'll spoil it
Go on and drink it and enjoy it, uh
Mama I'm a millionaire

Frank Ocean “Pink Matter”

Hey, hey
Since you been gone, I been having withdrawals
You were such a habit to call
I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, "Naw
She better with some fella with a regular job"
I didn't wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe
Hopped into my car; drove far
Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp
Butter knife, what a life, anyway
I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?
She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate
Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin
If models are made for modelin'
Thick girls are made for cuddlin'
Switch worlds and we can huddle then
Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand
You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands

John Legend “Green Light”

So I went hard like Medusa starin at me
I told her, "Let's go, let's blow this lame nigga factory"
She said, "What kind of girl do you think that I are?
The kind that you meet in a bar?
You think you can get whatever you want, 'cause you some kind of star"
No, I'm a comet, I just want you woman
Hey, if I were you then, it would be me that I'd go home with
Three, the one and only, one thing you ain't considered
I heard you when you told your girl, "Ooh, he can get it"
Admit it, you did it, let's hop a cab, and split it
I'm kidding, we both goin' to where you livin'
Ha, I got you gigglin' like a piglet, oh, that's the ticket?
I hope you more like, Anita Baker, than Robin Givens
No, I don't know that lady, so let me quit it
I'm just stylefreein', freestylin' which I seldom do
This is what I'm tellin' you, to the bed I'm nailin' you (I'm ready to go right now)
Like I've been in jail for two, years and then they let me loose (I'm ready to go right now)

Big Boi “Royal Flush”

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 talkin', 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 '80s and we keep that bass pumpin'
That's a negative comparison, embarrassin'
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 would give advice
They say, "You can paint and draw, get out of here
Go show 'em that we're more than slangin' 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 heatin' and air?
Dare make an honest livin' or make a crooked killin'
Or do a bit of both until you're holdin' 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

Jeezy “I Do”

Nothing's more attractive than a heavy praying woman (Uh-uh)
To a him and those and them been defecating on me (Ugh)
Her would sense the heaven, and him when him Andre omen
Baby I'm hell (Yeah), save me, don't bail (No, no)
Crazy I tell you all of this in the middle of a club
Where words tend to get thrown around lightly like like, like-like love and
"Friend", "rock star" and "so and so's a genius"
So him vow to never utter him do unless him mean it
Her proud like her mother and ooh, momma's sweet
So you just know that Juicy fruit ain't gon' fall too far from tree
So if we ever woopty woop, I want all that bleepty bleep
On this nasty carpet Bixby fresh on one knee
Say I do, I do, I do, I do, I do
So we can float up outta here in this hot air balloon
Let's put a baby butterfly up in your lil' cocoon
And maybe 2030 our baby, she'll be nerdy make the whole club swoon

A Tribe Called Quest “Kids”

I ain't even gon' lie, I was probably high
Just forgot to call you back, simple as that
I ain't no almanac, so lick my dictionary
I might just call a cab 'cause I dig canary
Yellow accents on a dark bitch
I met her back when she kept all her carpet
I'm well aware all that shit is fantasy
I double dare y'all to fuck your plan B
That's demeanor, momma's mannerisms
That mean, don't mean to get vulgar, but it's some
Hoes in this bitch like a box of donuts
It's cold out in this bitch, standing on the corner
Condolences to niggas that got erased
I pour out some liquor on a cop's grave
Mmm, digital church bells
Ringin' 'cross the street, sure work well

Anderson .Paak “Come Home”

You're all I need, all of me on my knees
Normally harmony, bumblebee, hummingbird
I'm a nerd, study you
What are you, WWF?
We fightin', we might need counseling
Possibly moreso me
Sounds to me frowns'll be grounds to leave
Hounds'll be lookin' for you before you drop a tear, apres diem
Stop pretending that I ain't him
I ain't them, dim sum dumpling
I remember when you start dyeing them silver hairs
And start hiding from your age
I ask, "Why? How come?"
Amazin' how time can run away from us
I'm no nun, you're no priest, but I promise, hun, you gon' see
A phenomenon, come with me
Like it's Ramadan, I don't eat
Like it's Comic Con, I'm a freak for you (Yeah!)
I'm begging now, pretty please with cherries on top
Hairy wet twat
Harriet Tub-man, I don't give up
And if your gut tells you to strut, then strut
Then I'll hail you a car, but what man won't beg?
You know I'm nutmeg
I will show up on a lil' moped
With a lil' puppy, it'll be fluffy
You will un-toughen, we can discuss it
You know I'm sufferin', I do miss my friend
I don't like my fin bent up, Tilikum, well, that's ill-informed
Sweet stuff, Willa Wonk', we stuck, Billabong
'Least at minumum we gon' get along
Peace and inner calm, geez, it's been a long
T-I-M-E, um, please, I'm feelin' dumb
Please, I'm feelin' dumb
Please, I'm feelin' dumb

Fonzworth Bentley “Everybody”

Fonzworth Bentley got the dance floors sexually lit when this song first arrived. And as usual, 3 stacks came with the fun lyricism that was starting to be a main highlight of his success story. 

Shawty, you killin' 'em hard with them lady pants
Simple elegance looking better when you dance
Chest to the sun with your thoroughbred stance
You gallop to the rhythms of a native drum chant
Your granny must be Navajo
Your mama do rodeo, your papa do the Saville row
I bite you, ain't no antidotes
The red blouse do arouse, I come at you like a matador does
Attract horny bulls
All the girls are waiting to see which one he pulls
Eenie meenie miney meenie prenuptial
Enforcer in the Porsche in case a fool wanna duel
You'll cool your **** jets, who wanna be next?
Ooh, I'll probably get life if I let
One off, so I let 'em go like a pro
Sir Andre with an accent three triple O
Ben-jammin', Lauren is the middle name
That was given by my mama, success was on her brain
Rain? Bentley Farns got the umbrellas
Benjamin got the sweaters, hey, what more can we sell 'em?
Sun, spring will bring the parasol
Now watch him parasail to entertain us all
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