Outkast - Lyric Title, Da Art Of Storytellin' Part 2

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Da Art Of Storytellin' Part 2

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Song By Outkast Artist Bio
Album - Aquemini
In Category : Misc Lyrics
Submitted By : Jan Michaels

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Dre

Baby did you hear that,
cuz baby I heard it, too.
Look out the window,
Golly, the sky is electric blue.
Momma Earth is dyin' and cryin',
because of you.
Rainin' cats and jackals,
the shackles disintegrate, to residue.
Silly mortals haven't a clue
as to what the fuck is going on.
I'm on the telephone
Callin' the dungeon.
(Hello?)
This Dre, bring the MP and SP,
Meet me at the center of the Earth,
and travel carefully.
Baby grab the baby, cuz baby it ain't much time.
Momma Earth is tossin' and turnin',
and that's our sign.
Omega nigga, IFOs have landed in Decatur.
Hope I'm not over your head,
but if so you will catch on later.
Blaze the track,
guess she can not take it anymore.
Rapin' her Heavenly Body like a hoe,
cootchie so,
from niggas constantly fuckin' her,
never lovin' her,
never showin' appreciation,
bustin' nuts in her face when they done.

Big Boi

The sky is fallin', nobody's ballin',
they done gave back they guns,
for some tickets to the play-offs,
but the Hornets, they won.
Nigga, we slum,
I kept all the guns,
I gotta protect my family.
I drove the biggest thing at the house,
cuz I knew they try to ram me.
But, I'm stabbing.
Makin' a path to the Expressway,
the best way, I know how.
Up in the sky, east west, no clouds.
Him comin' now, fuck that money now.
I asked my honey how she feelin' and is Jordan ok. yeah yeah she's chillin'.
We should be at the Dungeon shortly,
ain't nobody on that porch seen.
I'm cruisin' to the final exit,
I'm thinkin' I see four horsies,
But, I don't know.
Nigga, ya won't know until it's on ya.
I'll put that on my dope boys,
from A-Town to California.
All the weed smells like ammonia.
but, at the dungeon I know they smokin'.
Writin' the raps and doin' the beats,
to make this last recordin'.
Fuck abortion.
I got in the booth to run the final portion.
The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distortion.

All's well
Nothing's well
(Repeat to end)

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<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC '-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN' 'http://www.w3.org/TR/html4/loose.dtd'>; <html><head><title>Mix Lyrics | Da Art Of Storytellin' Part 2</title></head><body><h3>Da Art Of Storytellin' Part 2</h3><br><br> By: Outkast<br><br><p>Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah<br /><br />Dre<br /><br />Baby did you hear that,<br />cuz baby I heard it, too.<br />Look out the window,<br />Golly, the sky is electric blue.<br />Momma Earth is dyin' and cryin', <br />because of you.<br />Rainin' cats and jackals,<br />the shackles disintegrate, to residue.<br />Silly mortals haven't a clue<br />as to what the fuck is going on.<br />I'm on the telephone<br />Callin' the dungeon.<br />(Hello?)<br />This Dre, bring the MP and SP,<br />Meet me at the center of the Earth,<br />and travel carefully.<br />Baby grab the baby, cuz baby it ain't much time.<br />Momma Earth is tossin' and turnin',<br />and that's our sign.<br />Omega nigga, IFOs have landed in Decatur.<br />Hope I'm not over your head,<br />but if so you will catch on later.<br />Blaze the track,<br />guess she can not take it anymore.<br />Rapin' her Heavenly Body like a hoe,<br />cootchie so,<br />from niggas constantly fuckin' her,<br />never lovin' her,<br />never showin' appreciation,<br />bustin' nuts in her face when they done.<br /><br />Big Boi<br /><br />The sky is fallin', nobody's ballin',<br />they done gave back they guns,<br />for some tickets to the play-offs,<br />but the Hornets, they won.<br />Nigga, we slum,<br />I kept all the guns, <br />I gotta protect my family.<br />I drove the biggest thing at the house,<br />cuz I knew they try to ram me.<br />But, I'm stabbing.<br />Makin' a path to the Expressway, <br />the best way, I know how.<br />Up in the sky, east west, no clouds.<br />Him comin' now, fuck that money now.<br />I asked my honey how she feelin' and is Jordan ok. yeah yeah she's chillin'.<br />We should be at the Dungeon shortly,<br />ain't nobody on that porch seen.<br />I'm cruisin' to the final exit,<br />I'm thinkin' I see four horsies,<br />But, I don't know.<br />Nigga, ya won't know until it's on ya.<br />I'll put that on my dope boys,<br />from A-Town to California.<br />All the weed smells like ammonia.<br />but, at the dungeon I know they smokin'.<br />Writin' the raps and doin' the beats,<br />to make this last recordin'.<br />Fuck abortion. <br />I got in the booth to run the final portion.<br />The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distortion.<br /><br />All's well<br />Nothing's well<br />(Repeat to end)</p> <br><br> <b>Submitted By :-></b> Jan Michaels<br><br><b>Lyric From</b> <a href='http://www.mixlyrics.com/'>Mix Lyrics</a><br></body></html>

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