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Outkast - Red Velvet (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Boi
Big Boi
Vocals
André 3000
André 3000
Vocals
David Sheats
David Sheats
Keyboards
Remion "Uncle Mooney" Patton
Remion "Uncle Mooney" Patton
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
David Sheats
David Sheats
Songwriter
André "3000" Benjamin
André "3000" Benjamin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Earthtone III
Earthtone III
Producer
John Frye
John Frye
Recording Engineer
Vincent Alexander
Vincent Alexander
Assistant Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kenny Stallworth
Kenny Stallworth
Recording Engineer

Letra

One more time for y'all, y-y-yeah, huh If you didn't know you know now, OutKast Stankonia we shittin' on ery'body talkin' that bullshit Now Peter Piper picked a pepper, that was his downfall I'm down with 'Dre 3000 'cause he got my back y'all Ball if you want to, but do it with some class G Ask me, do OutKast got some flows so you can blast me Nasty, niggas on the block they see you shinin' Engineers in the studio see me rhyming Don't get me wrong, got four albums; stay consistent You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat Cap, cap, ya link snap, you slumped off in ya Cadillac For what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin' for? A'ight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese and let my mic flow Prioritize to live through Tell these other niggas how you bought yo' kid some tennis shoes Let these brothers know that your momma she got her house too Let these niggas know that your sister wouldn't of finished college without you I doubt you, do that though, so do this here And keep that bullshit out of our ear You too near me to not hear me, too open to conceal me The love for the music keepin' Big Boi spittin' real G 'Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive And they say they gonna put one in your helmet 'Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet Yeah, this na wanna floss? Yeah, we got this na now Yo T, I got a na right for us I'ma take him to the hotel You know how it's gon' go Nigga, keep braggin' (mhm) (Yeah) yeah, we got him now How can you measure a na by multiple figures he may got, got, got Had he not purchased the newest Mercedes That lose its value soon as you drive that bitch off the lot, lot, lot Would he still be the latest, most wanted, doggonit you want it He got it-type nigga 'round the town, town, town Had he not played it so flashy, ashy When half of these niggas hurtin' and workin' Would be he be found, found, found In a ho (ho) tel (tel) room (room) shot up (shot up) With his dick shoved in somethin' he got a lot of Bill Gates don't dangle diamonds in the face Of peasants when he Microsoft'nin' the place You gettin' on my nerves, well I'm gettin' on your case Consider your surroundings or you leave without a trace 'Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive And they say they gonna put one in your helmet 'Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet I know you got the biggest bank roll and you ballin' Follow the heater because the leader he is haulin' Ass like Juan Valdez, I think he scared 'Cause my nigga Khujo Goodie got that toolie to his head Little did he know that waitin' in the closet No matter what you call that (yeah), playboy sho got done Done was the one who came in contact With those with slow goals who prone to sell crack On this megaphone, hey look world, I'm on You off, he floss hard cause he celebrate the fact Little did he know that, waitin' in the closet No matter what you call that, playboy sho got done 'Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive And they say they gonna put one in your helmet 'Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet 'Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive And they say they gonna put one in your helmet 'Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet
Writer(s): Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, David A. Sheats Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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