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OUTKAST lyrics : "Claimin' True"


[Big Boi]
Well it is I, the pimp playin ^!$$% that you heard about

Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses
I got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I $#&@ with
I buy amps that pops my trunk swift

I've been a player since the age of two
That's when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk
Do how them hoe sellers do

See born and raised as a pimp, that's what I claim to be
Always claimin true to what I do and then $#&@ what I see
I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up

And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up
But $#&@ it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone
And nothin wrong, you don't belong, you left me standing alone

Yeah, I'm the ^!$$% with the feather in my hat
Finger waves and snake skins, %#@!, I got all that
But you ain't know I'm the one dippin and dodgin bullets

The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin to pull it
So Dolemite, Dolemite not %#@!, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore
They were my idols when I was a kid

From nappy head, greasy face, eatin watermelon
To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon


[chorus: repeat 2X]

I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes

I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real ^!$$%z step up like the playas that's in back of me


[Dre]
All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin over me

Growin up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow to be
A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin harder
Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten

This ain't no secret garden, so you fly when ^!$$%z flee
If it is one of my own, I'm lettin the trigger be
Cuz I got love for any ^!$$% who got love for me

And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slangin quarter keys
Just tryin to make it, then of age, come through, take it
I ain't forgot about y'all women who be workin ^!$$%z butt naked

At Magic City, shakin !@%$ just to pay the rent
Lord, tryin to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sent
But I ain't got no sense, that's what I got them thinkin

I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin
Cuz I be takin the rough side of the mountain
If you cross my path, I'll leave you drainin like a fountain

Yes it's been like that since way back, in 1975
Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive
So little botty bwoy better say your prayers

You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya

[chorus: repeat 4X]

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