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Snappin' & Trappin'

アーティスト：OutKast  アルバム：Stankonia  作詞：ANDREWS COREY/BENJAMIN ANDRE/CLARKE JOHN E E/PATTON ANTWAN  作曲：ANDREWS COREY/BENJAMIN ANDRE/CLARKE JOHN E E/PATTON ANTWAN 

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Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all soldier ass niggaz I'm murder city's Sargent Slaughter Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker This pussy wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar I give a fuck, suede bucks and coogi sweaters What up whatever sable fur to lamb leather I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em Niggaz know I, Fed Ex my shit, overnight express my shit Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list Banana niggaz need to split Quit fucking with this through Atlanta click This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic My pen and pixel make violence more graphic I take raw coke cook it crack, saran wrap it One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic Killer Mike nigga! Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating 'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating 'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons prepare I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin' tweeters And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit my feet up I'm a eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit Super human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin Gone be the first one of some Mexicans to buck Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin' The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin' You're not, your clock stop, and now you laying in a pretty box And now the pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life Your brother fuckin' your damn wife You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate It's too late, 'cause you hate, you hate, it's too late, ' cause you hate



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