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    Flip Flop Rock

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    Flip Flop Rock

      About "Flip Flop Rock"

      Lyrics for OutKast - "Flip Flop Rock"

      [Big Boi (Jay-Z) {Killer Mike}]
      Yeah, ATLiens style on y'all ass
      {Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration -holla!}
      (Big Boi in the place to be)
      (Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin') (bitch)
      ( brought (holla) the whole hood with me)
      You got red dirt in your Afro
      (Young Hov' in the place to be) (yeah)
      (Outkast in the place to be) (yeah)

      [Big Boi]
      Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block
      Didn't have to break a steerin' column, didn't have to cook a rock
      A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
      Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
      Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner
      You never took the time out, examine yourself Boi
      Are you black, white, asian?
      Indonesian, or Borean-that's black and Korean
      We on the same team if we breathin'
      I jumped off the subject to see if you was seein'
      That we drop a little science off in every verse
      They put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon' curse
      But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get devoured
      Any hour, any cipher, any way to any height
      Because I might just snap on a Fuck-ass nigga
      Might clap a cap at a sucker-ass nigga
      In the meantime, Daddy Fat sacks gon' chill out
      He might just, pull out his pistol
      And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your residence
      Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harded
      Than the park bench to start this
      Marcus, Jason, my little brother James
      All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same
      Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a pair
      A player stiffen the competition
      Pressed like Levi's toughskins, on minus one
      Negative one minus negative one is nothin
      Bustin' d-boy raps and player poems
      The "Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
      And rock the crowd original material while you bore 'em
      Your life show consists of eveybody's shit but you're-uns
      Do you own shit! In your life show (bitin ass nigga)


      Young Hov' in the place to be
      Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
      Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housing (bitch)
      I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)
      Young Hov' in the place to be
      Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
      Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housing (bitch)
      I brought (hollo) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)

      [Big Boi]
      Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze
      With her Eye's Wide Shut, before I ashed to hit her gut
      If you brunette, Legally Blonde, I might respond
      Take you to Swan Lake, and beyond
      Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clop on
      I switch the flow so quick you cannot fa-thom
      I take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea
      And try to grab one line or sentence
      Rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist
      And give him a clean bill of health
      Wealth might make you look good but you should like shit
      And your team

      [Killer Mike]
      My nigga Big Boi said "Watch 'em as they gawk and they gander
      You can follow or lead like Commander Picard
      You can have The Whole World
      Or be satisfied with the boulevard, over stand
      This young player's rhyme
      I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme
      Focused on every word, and line
      Like a young Cassius Clay in this prime
      I was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm
      The epitome of raw rhyme
      Got signed, got serious about the craft
      Of raw rhyme and I got mine, Aquemini's
      Murderous monster move minds
      Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime
      When you see I'm comin' holla one-time, holla one-time
      When you see I'm comin' holla one-time (one-time)


      Don't, you, like, to groove
      In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
      To run yo' tennis shoes
      Don't, it, matter to you
      That Outkast we got that slump for y'all
      Keep that funk for y'all

      When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
      At the interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops
      And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm them interviews
      Dudes want to know what he copped
      And where you got that, and how could they buy that
      Where the million dollar watch at, stop that!
      Why that, why this, niggas want to hijack the flyness
      I'm on a whole 'nother plane
      A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin'
      Understand what I'm sayin'
      Hov' and Outkast, what you think about that?
      Really don't matter though what you niggas chatter though
      Anybody get out of line then you trust
      That the mac'll go are-are-are-are-rap, got you killed for that alone
      Back on the shit back on the strip
      Another hit I'm not goin' miss

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