Andre 3000’s vrs **classic**
styles will change/ they say change is dange/
errors/era’s/ as a King standing on the terrace/
while his partner pointing up at the rifle men/
cowards/shooter never know when youre life will end/then
live like there aint 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/its easier to run the street than walk in the sand/
hey I’m talkin young man/ as if chalk in my hand/
I will talk y’all little ass to school/
it’s cool when the kids calls me sunny/ the hood calls me stacks/
the bees calls me honey/ Hollywood calls me back/
crack and I have a lot in common/
we’ve both came up in the 80’s/ and we keep that bass pumpin..( damn!)
thats a nigga/take comparison/ embarassin unfortunate/
that if you come up fortunate the street consider you lame/
ha!/ I thought the name of the game was to have a better life/ (real talk!)
I guess it aint what a shame/ I dont sling
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 im not kidding/
the rats and mice would give advice/they said you can paint and draw/
get out of here/ go show them that we’re more than slangin raw/
thats when I broke into my Big Rube impression/and I try to enlighten/
but that night I learned a lesson/that the morals that you think u got/go out the window/
when all the other kids are fresh/ and they got new Nintendo…Wii’s/
and your child is down on her knees/ prayin hard up to God for a Whopper and 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/but make a crooked killin/
or do a bit of both till youre holdin on a million/
brilliant/ you got one foot in one foot out/y
ou put your left foot back in/ and then you shake it all about/
you do the hokey pokey/ till you turn you life around/ that’s what it all about/3000 out
errors/era’s/ as a King standing on the terrace/
while his partner pointing up at the rifle men/
cowards/shooter never know when youre life will end/then
live like there aint 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/its easier to run the street than walk in the sand/
hey I’m talkin young man/ as if chalk in my hand/
I will talk y’all little ass to school/
it’s cool when the kids calls me sunny/ the hood calls me stacks/
the bees calls me honey/ Hollywood calls me back/
crack and I have a lot in common/
we’ve both came up in the 80’s/ and we keep that bass pumpin..( damn!)
thats a nigga/take comparison/ embarassin unfortunate/
that if you come up fortunate the street consider you lame/
ha!/ I thought the name of the game was to have a better life/ (real talk!)
I guess it aint what a shame/ I dont sling
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 im not kidding/
the rats and mice would give advice/they said you can paint and draw/
get out of here/ go show them that we’re more than slangin raw/
thats when I broke into my Big Rube impression/and I try to enlighten/
but that night I learned a lesson/that the morals that you think u got/go out the window/
when all the other kids are fresh/ and they got new Nintendo…Wii’s/
and your child is down on her knees/ prayin hard up to God for a Whopper and 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/but make a crooked killin/
or do a bit of both till youre holdin on a million/
brilliant/ you got one foot in one foot out/y
ou put your left foot back in/ and then you shake it all about/
you do the hokey pokey/ till you turn you life around/ that’s what it all about/3000 out
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