Lirik Lagu ATLiens - Outkast
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Verse One: Big Boi
Well it's the M I crooked letter ain't no one betterAnd when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweaterCause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenailsOh hell there he go again talkin that shitBend corner's like I was a curve I struck a nerveAnd now you bout to see this Southern playa serveI heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rentThen I heard it's not what you make but how much you spentyou got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut I'm not worriedCause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurrySo go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nicklesIt tickles to see you try to be like Mr. PicklesDaddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-IIt's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eyeAnd I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listenGivin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison
Chorus: Andre (repeat 2X)
Now throw your hands in the airAnd wave 'em like you just don't careAnd if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shitThen everybody let me hear ya say O-Yea-yer
Verse Two: Andre
Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulationto the female gender, ain't nothin betterLet me know when it's wet enough to enterIf not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends onTherefore, if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndromeOr will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintoneI really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked onOr will it give a fuck about what others say and get goneThe alienators cause we different keep your hands to the skyLike Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lieI'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pieNow breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?Now everybody say...
Chorus
Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre
Everyday I sit while my nigga be in schoolThinkin about the second album at the Dungeon shootin poolLike E-S to the P-N, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)Honey I'm home but I'm not marriedCarried a lot of problems around being fustratedAnd now I'm sittin at the end of the month I just made itLike you made the B teamAnd like the daddy's wife you makin the coffeeYou heard the A-T-L-iensSo back the hell up off me
Softly as if I played piano in the darkFound a way to channel my anger not to embarkThe world's a stage and everybody's got to play their partGod works in mysterious ways so when he startsthe job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this hereNo drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as dayPut my glock away I got a stronger weaponthat never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay
Chorus
Well it's the M I crooked letter ain't no one betterAnd when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweaterCause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenailsOh hell there he go again talkin that shitBend corner's like I was a curve I struck a nerveAnd now you bout to see this Southern playa serveI heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rentThen I heard it's not what you make but how much you spentyou got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut I'm not worriedCause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurrySo go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nicklesIt tickles to see you try to be like Mr. PicklesDaddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-IIt's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eyeAnd I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listenGivin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison
Chorus: Andre (repeat 2X)
Now throw your hands in the airAnd wave 'em like you just don't careAnd if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shitThen everybody let me hear ya say O-Yea-yer
Verse Two: Andre
Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulationto the female gender, ain't nothin betterLet me know when it's wet enough to enterIf not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends onTherefore, if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndromeOr will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintoneI really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked onOr will it give a fuck about what others say and get goneThe alienators cause we different keep your hands to the skyLike Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lieI'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pieNow breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?Now everybody say...
Chorus
Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre
Everyday I sit while my nigga be in schoolThinkin about the second album at the Dungeon shootin poolLike E-S to the P-N, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)Honey I'm home but I'm not marriedCarried a lot of problems around being fustratedAnd now I'm sittin at the end of the month I just made itLike you made the B teamAnd like the daddy's wife you makin the coffeeYou heard the A-T-L-iensSo back the hell up off me
Softly as if I played piano in the darkFound a way to channel my anger not to embarkThe world's a stage and everybody's got to play their partGod works in mysterious ways so when he startsthe job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this hereNo drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as dayPut my glock away I got a stronger weaponthat never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay
Chorus
