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    Tomb Of The Boom

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    Tomb Of The Boom
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    By OutKast

      About "Tomb Of The Boom"

      Lyrics for OutKast - "Tomb Of The Boom"

      [Big Boi]
      Yo
      Just so you all know what time it is
      It's your homeboy
      Straight from the A-T
      I ain't even going say the motherfucking rest
      You know
      We talk about it all day long baby
      We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit

      [C-Bone]
      This rap game lovely
      Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me
      Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
      Bending corners in the Benz
      Riding like a bucket, nigga fuck it
      I know some hoes slutty
      I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playing rugby
      I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
      Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions
      Perpetrators in the booth, rapping lame like they drug related
      It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby
      You don't grind, you be lying
      She'll be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe

      [Big Boi]
      Tomb after tomb
      Boom, boom after boom
      Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
      From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
      Cool, ooh, that's cool

      [Lil' Brotha]
      You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots
      Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
      I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
      But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
      Konkrete, Aquemini, we taking this here to the top
      Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop
      You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch
      To all my real niggas, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx
      Fuck the cops, we making noise and we won't stop
      Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's going drop
      Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
      We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock

      [Big Gipp]
      They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle
      Mr. Cockerspanielle in Your Poodle, after school tutor
      Roto Rooter, addicted to follies
      Like brown collies, stay soft fro
      Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian
      Talking a different language, RBI fly wide
      Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now
      Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now
      Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now
      Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now
      See you when I see you, now out wit me now

      [Big Boi]
      Tomb after tomb
      Boom, boom after boom
      Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
      From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
      Cool, ooh, that's cool

      [Supa Nate]
      I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight
      Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates
      I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit
      Over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks
      Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up
      I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut
      It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game
      You can fool the record labels but not the street fame
      I just tell it how I see it nigga, fact is fact
      The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque
      I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props
      Konkrete and Big Boi beating through your Speakerboxxx

      [Big Boi]
      Tomb after tomb
      Boom, boom after boom
      Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
      From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
      Cool, ooh, that's cool

      [Ludacris]
      Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock in case you like to leak a lot
      Meanwhile, crank the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx
      Get the fuck on the ground
      Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town
      They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
      From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland
      So put your fist up boy, you want to romp
      You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped
      Thinking way back before I got mine
      Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs
      It's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman
      A hundred though, bitch, diamonds shimmering
      Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below
      I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios
      Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles
      I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles

      [Big Boi]
      Tomb after tomb
      Boom, boom after boom
      Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
      From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
      Cool, ooh, that's cool

      [Big Boi]
      Fourth and goal
      Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll
      Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
      Cranium overload, over throwed
      Now we got seven more points on the board, for sure
      B-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think he's blessing me
      Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
      Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me
      Player, pimp, ganster, poet
      We goin spit it, we going show it to your ass
      "You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed
      But I know one day we will once more cross paths
      They say "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre"
      I say "people, stop the madness cause me and Dre be okay"
      OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division
      We just split it down the middle so you can see both the visions
      Been spitting it damn near ten years, why the fuck would be be quitting
      Fuck, nigga

      SONGWRITERS:
      NATHANIEL ELDER/CORY ANDREWS/JAMES PATTON/BRIDGES/DGPP/PATTON
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