Flip Flop Rock (Feat. Killer Mike, Jay-Z)

Yeah ATLiens style on y'all ass Do or die, Aquemeni Killer Mike, Roc A Fella collaboration holla Young Hov' in the place to be Big Boi in the place to be Young Andre 3000 cash shout out to public housin bitch I 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 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 PA 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 sucka ass nigga In the meantime, Daddy Fat Sax gon' chill out He might just, pull out his pistol And let that thang whistle at your windshield or your residence Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder 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 and toughskins, one 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 live show consists of everybody's shit but you're uns Do your own shit In your live 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 housin 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 housin bitch I brought holla the whole hood with me yeah, yeah Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze With her Eyes Wide Shut, before I asked 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 clap 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 sound like shit And your team lookin shitty to death 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, overstand 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 his 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 Young Hov' in the place to be Big Boi in the place to be Young Andre 3000 cash shout out to public housin bitch I brought holla the whole hood with me yeah, yeah 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 wanna 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 wanna 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, whatchu 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 b r r r r ap, got you killed for that alone Back on the shit, back on the strip Another hit I'm not gon' miss 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