OutKast - Snappin` and Trappin` Lyrics:
Our s**t don`t mix like llao and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
Show y`all soldier ass ni**az, I`m Murder City`s Sergeant Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber
I betcha I`ll drill your heifer like Black & Decker
This pussy wrecker and white water couldn`t get it wetter
I`m guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar
I give a f**k, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters
What`s up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather
I`ve seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered when I send `em
Ni**a know I, FedEx my s**t, overnight express my s**t
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my s**t list
Banana ni**az need to split
Quit f**king with this, thorough Atlanta click
This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific s**t tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
Take raw coke, cook it crack and saran wrap it
One muthaf**kin` verse and already it`s a classic
One muthaf**kin` verse and already it`s a classic
Killer Mike ni**a!
Don`t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B.
Baby won`t you just quit the contemplating
`Cause I`ll box you in your muthaf**kin` mouth
Don`t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B.
Baby won`t you just quit the contemplating
`Cause I`ll box you in your muthaf**kin` mouth
My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin` off the top
A ni**a don`t stop for squares or octagons prepare
I`m not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop
Ni**a you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I`m only poppin` tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit` my feet up
I`mma eat up anybody who tests this, I`m blessed wit`
Super human powers, poke your chest in
The next of kin gon` be the first one like some Mexicans to buck
Ni**a you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you`s in church
And I`m the deacon speakin` while ya tweakin`
The preacher preachin`, reachin`, teachin`, speakin`, being, breathin`
You`re not, your clock stop, and now you`re laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking `bout the pretty parts of your life
Your brother f**kin` your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate
It`s too late, you hate, you hate
It`s too late, `cause you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?
Don`t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B.
Baby won`t you just quit the contemplating
`Cause I`ll box you in your muthaf**kin` mouth
Don`t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B.
Baby won`t you just quit the contemplating
`Cause I`ll box you in your muthaf**kin` mouth
Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch
Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick
Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks
Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus
Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy
Ol` girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat baby
Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground
Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I`m talkin` about
Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about
But f**k that, I`m looking for love all in her mouth
Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches
Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches
Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures
We two of the dopest mic controllers
Stack big bank, honey folders
Even wit` rollers, I`m trying to told ya
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks
Of lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lapels
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind`s expanding
Readily rappin` and snappin`, snappin` and trappin`
That`s just what`s happening
Don`t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B.
Baby won`t you just quit the contemplating
`Cause I`ll box you in your muthaf**kin` mouth
Don`t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B.
Baby won`t you just quit the contemplating
`Cause I`ll box you in your muthaf**kin` mouth
A whey you want come dis
When you know you nuh fit
You better move you bombo
Before me start trip
Nuff a them a talk OutKast
Nuff a them a trip
Nuff a them come in like a bitch
Whey wear slip
A J-Sweet me name an` me already Chris
A OutKast me spar wid so boy nuh try dis
If you dis boy shot knaw go miss
Gun shot a go teck you just like fits
Boy hear me song an` thought a remix
Brand new tune platinum hits
We nah gon` run and switch like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet
[Incomprehensible] We nah gon` run and switch like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike
[Incomprehensible] We nah gon` run and switch like no bitch
Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
Show y`all soldier ass ni**az, I`m Murder City`s Sergeant Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber
I betcha I`ll drill your heifer like Black & Decker
This pussy wrecker and white water couldn`t get it wetter
I`m guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar
I give a f**k, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters
What`s up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather
I`ve seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered when I send `em
Ni**a know I, FedEx my s**t, overnight express my s**t
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my s**t list
Banana ni**az need to split
Quit f**king with this, thorough Atlanta click
This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific s**t tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
Take raw coke, cook it crack and saran wrap it
One muthaf**kin` verse and already it`s a classic
One muthaf**kin` verse and already it`s a classic
Killer Mike ni**a!
Don`t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B.
Baby won`t you just quit the contemplating
`Cause I`ll box you in your muthaf**kin` mouth
Don`t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B.
Baby won`t you just quit the contemplating
`Cause I`ll box you in your muthaf**kin` mouth
My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin` off the top
A ni**a don`t stop for squares or octagons prepare
I`m not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop
Ni**a you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I`m only poppin` tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit` my feet up
I`mma eat up anybody who tests this, I`m blessed wit`
Super human powers, poke your chest in
The next of kin gon` be the first one like some Mexicans to buck
Ni**a you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you`s in church
And I`m the deacon speakin` while ya tweakin`
The preacher preachin`, reachin`, teachin`, speakin`, being, breathin`
You`re not, your clock stop, and now you`re laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking `bout the pretty parts of your life
Your brother f**kin` your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate
It`s too late, you hate, you hate
It`s too late, `cause you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?
Don`t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B.
Baby won`t you just quit the contemplating
`Cause I`ll box you in your muthaf**kin` mouth
Don`t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B.
Baby won`t you just quit the contemplating
`Cause I`ll box you in your muthaf**kin` mouth
Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch
Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick
Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks
Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus
Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy
Ol` girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat baby
Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground
Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I`m talkin` about
Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about
But f**k that, I`m looking for love all in her mouth
Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches
Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches
Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures
We two of the dopest mic controllers
Stack big bank, honey folders
Even wit` rollers, I`m trying to told ya
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks
Of lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lapels
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind`s expanding
Readily rappin` and snappin`, snappin` and trappin`
That`s just what`s happening
Don`t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B.
Baby won`t you just quit the contemplating
`Cause I`ll box you in your muthaf**kin` mouth
Don`t you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B.
Baby won`t you just quit the contemplating
`Cause I`ll box you in your muthaf**kin` mouth
A whey you want come dis
When you know you nuh fit
You better move you bombo
Before me start trip
Nuff a them a talk OutKast
Nuff a them a trip
Nuff a them come in like a bitch
Whey wear slip
A J-Sweet me name an` me already Chris
A OutKast me spar wid so boy nuh try dis
If you dis boy shot knaw go miss
Gun shot a go teck you just like fits
Boy hear me song an` thought a remix
Brand new tune platinum hits
We nah gon` run and switch like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet
[Incomprehensible] We nah gon` run and switch like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike
[Incomprehensible] We nah gon` run and switch like no bitch