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Outkast - Spaghetti Junction (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Boi
Big Boi
Vocals
André 3000
André 3000
Vocals
Sleepy Brown
Sleepy Brown
Background Vocals
Myrna "Skreechy Peach" Crenshaw
Myrna "Skreechy Peach" Crenshaw
Background Vocals
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
Programming
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
André "3000" Benjamin
André "3000" Benjamin
Songwriter
Patrick Brown
Patrick Brown
Songwriter
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
Songwriter
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Producer
Jarvis Blackshear
Jarvis Blackshear
Recording Engineer
Derrick Williams
Derrick Williams
Recording Engineer
John Frye
John Frye
Recording Engineer
Manuel K. Morris
Manuel K. Morris
Assistant Recording Engineer
Josh Butler
Josh Butler
Mixing Engineer
Vincent Alexander
Vincent Alexander
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yes, Spaghetti Junction, yes, yes Elope, ski slopes Damn, yeah, check it out Elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches Tootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain When it starts to fall Lookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man I'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing bout that, man The- the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet You thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met Black man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch And talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes Yeah, they kickin' door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a like me need Talkin' about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess But never shall you test, and never shall you quit Runnin' up on me with that- will get you nothin' but dead Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction) Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction) To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh (Junction, junction) Uh check, uh well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac) The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that Be layin' them College Park flat on they backs (backs) Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack Don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man 'Til they start kickin' the door down, then we ready to blast them Out (out) like 'kast ('kast), we 'bout to crash (crash) So mayday, may Dré, knock 'em up off they ass boy We struggle like fat- just to get things that those People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'? Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction) Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction) To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh (Junction, junction) Well, like flip-flops and football socks Be rockin' the mic like birthdays Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy? I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp Yappin' about this crew you run wit' Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb sh- So what mo' can you come wit'? Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my adidas So Run like D.M.C. is me and, no, don't got no heater Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln I got my heat up under my seat Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it Pullin' the pistol on another black man was never the plot But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot They come like black stallions in the night Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it 'Wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction) Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction) To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh (Junction, junction)
Writer(s): Raymon Murray, Andre Benjamin, Patrick Brown, Rico Wade, Antwan Patton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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