Hudební video
Hudební video
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Preston Crump
Bass Guitar
Tomi Martin
Acoustic Guitar
Chanz
Keyboards
Mr. DJ
Scratches
Khujo
Vocals
André 3000
Vocals
Big Boi
Vocals
Martin Terry
Guitar
Ray Murray
Programming
Rico Wade
Programming
Sleepy Brown
Programming
T-Mo Goodie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
Robert T. Barnett
Songwriter
Willie Knighton
Songwriter
Patrick Brown
Songwriter
Ray Murray
Songwriter
Rico Wade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Organized Noize
Producer
Jarvis Blackshear
Engineer
Derrick Williams
Engineer
Manuel K. Morris
Assistant Engineer
Alvin Speights
Mixing Engineer
Carlton Batts
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Parker
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Texty
[Verse 1]
Uh, ya'll know what it is
Uh, ya'll know what it is
Uh, ya'll know what it is
[Verse 2]
Revolutionary, scary
Thought provoking, spoken
Words of a change I don't feel but I see
Visions from me at twenty-three
Making it free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope no more
I got my boots, I kick it 'til I get with
Adapt and overcome, oh-hum-hum
Go get my gun, load up for fun, and put it down with the frown
What goes round comes round from M-L-K to Cascade
I know it's through them plenty figures, cocaine dealers walk the wrong side
Up in they rides, looking cleaner then I seen them the last time
Then selling dimes, now it's quarter ki's, stacking G's
In the South Indies, my ****, them folks riding bicycles
Among vehicles off in the hood
Knowing each and every **** selling, but can you blame?
It's a fact, the only way a brother can survive the game
The block hard to get by the dope dealing
Fatal killings, and fed time, to writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other, just lost another brother
Fast living will get you took
Thinking it can't happen to you, and then it do, off
Crooked schemes, it's just a dream
Floating face down in the mainstream (The mainstream)
[Verse 3]
Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream
[Verse 4]
They swan diving, fit they name be Gretchen von Ivan
Volkoff rushin' to finish their album then you find them
Lost, dog paddling, backstroking, what done happened?
Be rhyming catch of the day when the recipe calls for blackened wrong ingredients
Maybe too much herbs and spices, maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish
Of them greens, and it's enticing how them Jones's sing
So I'm gonna sing, just like them to get where they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim, if I gotta
My alma mater be that I follow
I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down and then swallow
I hope you vomit, won't call no names 'cause that's not my job
It just applies to whom it may concern, you know who you are
But if you don't, you never will, you just receive the steel
But then it might get ugly 'cause trust me **** do feel
The way that I felt when I wrote this, but we must stay in focus
We kings and queens up in this thing, get rid of all them jokers
Face down, face down, face down
[Verse 5]
Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream
[Verse 6]
I let you stay in my crib, now you know where I live
When you was hungry, fed you a hot meal
Look at the hand you deal
Me crudball business, **** giving inches, so here, take a foot
Luck only counts in rabbit's feet and horseshoes
Experience is sometimes the best teacher, until we get our own plate
I hope you don't mind me eating off of yours
Process sm-m-moking like Jerry
Meanwhile, fairies up the street, sprinkling pixie dust over greenery
Never to attain another level of conscience, only to test the potency
Why laying here? They scheme over one another mouth to feed
Deceased with a decision to make, now words shake your destiny
But one miss will take it all away, just as quick as you can say
I wish I never did what I did, now face this bid
It was the company you kept, the many places you slept
When you shouldn't have, geeking like a rat, jumping like a trap
Contributing to sin, and your **** bitch in the club showing pink for ten
They got you **** where they want you again
Floating face down in the mainstream
That's why, that's why, that's why
[Verse 7]
Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream
[Verse 8]
Everybody's a player, wearing them Kangols on their head
Thinking it's all about your clothes, ****, it's all about yourself
The way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with
Your friends and family, up and down like hoes give head
To dicks oh, six, serving them in the mix, but ain't no mystery
You know the history about this clique, bitch
Oh-oh, what-what, you don't want me to call you slut?
But why you fucking all them **** letting them all up in your guts
But see that AIDS I'm afraid, I think that's why I play the quiet role
I lay in the cut, every month thinking I'll let that fire roll
Like chimneys, and smoke signals, maybe peace pipes even
My partners call me Big Boy and my first name is not Steven
In the mainstream, home team banging them with these hits
In the mix, mix, flowing like some motherfuckin' swordfish
[Verse 9]
Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream
[Verse 10]
Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream
[Verse 11]
Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream
[Verse 12]
Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Organized Noize, Patrick L. Brown, RICO RENARD WADE, Raymond Ameer Murray, Robert T. Barnett, Willie Knighton


