Flip Flop Rock (feat. Killer Mike & JAY-Z)

Yeah ATLiens style on y'all ass Do or die, Aquemini Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration, holla! Young Hov' in the place to be Big Boi in the place to be Andre 3000 shout out to public housing I brought the whole hood with me (You got red dirt in your afro) Young Hov' in the place to be Outkast in the place to be Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block? Didn't have to break a steering column, didn't have to cook a rock A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call you Never judge a person or a book by its covers Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner You never took the time out, examine yourself, boy Are you Black, white, Asian? Indonesian or Borean, that's Black and Korean We on the same team if we breathing I jumped off the subject to see if you was seeing That we drop a little science off in every verse They put that P.A. sticker on it 'cause they scared we gon' curse But the knowledge is the power The cowards get devoured Any hour, any cipher, any way to any height Because I might just snap on a fuck-ass nigga Might clap a cap at a sucker-ass nigga In the meantime, Daddy Fat Sax gon' chill out He might just pull out his pistol And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your residence Superman to Clark Kents, you better be way harder Than the park bench to start this Marcus, Jason, my little brother James— All my brothers from my mama, but Andre is just the same Ain't no "uno," we a duo: deuce, dos, deux, a pair A player stiffen the competition Pressed like Levi's and Tuffskins One minus one; negative one minus negative one is nothing Busting D-Boi raps and player poems The 'Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd And rock the crowd, original material while you bore 'em Your live show consists of everybody's shit but yours Do your own shit! In your live show (Biting-ass nigga) Yeah, yeah, yeah Young Hov' in the place to be Big Boi in the place to be Andre 3000 shout out to public housing I brought the whole hood with me Young Hov' in the place to be Big Boi in the place to be Andre 3000 shout out to public housing I brought the whole hood with me Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze With her Eyes Wide Shut, before I asked to hit her gut If you brunette, Legally Blonde, I might respond Take you to Swan Lake and beyond Antwan raps on, raps on Clap-off, clap-on I switch the flow so quick, you cannot fathom I take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea And try to grab one line or sentence Rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist And give him a clean bill of health Wealth might make you look good, but you sound like shit And your team looking shitty to death My nigga Big Boi said "Watch 'em as they gawk and they gander You can follow, or lead like Commander Picard You can have 'The Whole World' Or be satisfied with the boulevard—overstand!" This young player's rhyme I forego'd the crime and I focused on rhyme Focused on every word and line Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime I was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm The epitome of raw rhyme Got signed, got serious about the craft Of raw rhyme and I got mine—Aqueminis Murderous monster, move minds Spit it so hard that it oughta be a crime When you see I'm coming, holla "One-time," holla "One-time" When you see I'm coming, holla "One-time" ("One-time") Young Hov' in the place to be Big Boi in the place to be Andre 3000 shout out to public housin' I brought the whole hood with me Young Hov' in the place to be Big Boi in the place to be Andre 3000 shout out to public housin' I brought the whole hood with me Don't you like to groove In your hoopty on your old, flip, flop, sweat shoes To run yo' tennis shoes Don't it matter to you That Outkast we got that slump for y'all Keep that funk for y'all When I'm in the mood, I rock the S. Dot tennis shoes As a interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops And I fix it up like gin and juice when I'm in them interviews Dudes wanna know what he copped And where you got that, and how could they buy that "Where the million-dollar watch at?" Stop that! "Why that? Why this?" Niggas wanna hijack the flyness I'm on a whole 'nother plane A whole different lane, A whole 'nother game that I'm playin' Understand what I'm saying? Hov' and OutKast, what you think about that? Really don't matter, though, what you niggas chatter, though Anybody get out of line, then you trust That the MAC'll go brap (Rrrat!) Got you chilled for that alone Back on the shit, back on the strip Another hit, I'm not gon miss Don't you like to groove In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweat shoes To run yo' tennis shoes Don't it matter to you That Outkast we got that slump for y'all Keep that funk for y'all