Tomb of the Boom 歌词
| 歌曲 | Tomb of the Boom |
| 歌手 | OutKast |
| 专辑 | Speakerboxxx/The Love Below |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : James Patton/Antwan André Patton/Cameron Gipp/Nathaniel Elder/Christopher Bridges | |
| Speakerboxxx | |
| Yo, before y'all know what time it is | |
| It's your homeboy straight from the | |
| A-TI ain't even goin' say the mother****ing rest | |
| But you know we talk about it all day long baby | |
| We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit | |
| This rap game lovely | |
| Konkrete play a part 'cause the | |
| Feds want to bug me | |
| Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me | |
| Bending corners in the | |
| Benz, ridin' like a bucket, nigga **** it | |
| I know some hoes slutty, | |
| I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playin' rugby | |
| I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me | |
| Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions | |
| Perpetrators in the booth, rappin' lame like they drug related | |
| It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby | |
| You don't grind, you be lying, she'll be castrated, | |
| Lorena Bobitt maybe | |
| Tomb after tomb | |
| Boom, boom after boom | |
| Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb | |
| From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb | |
| Cool, that's cool | |
| You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots | |
| Hit G spots by givin' hoes back shots | |
| I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops | |
| But I pull up on your block in the 500 | |
| Benz dropKonkrete, | |
| Aquemini, now we takin' this here to the top | |
| Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop | |
| You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch | |
| To all my real niggaz, won't you pump this out your | |
| Speakerboxxx | |
| **** the cops, we makin' noise and we won't stop | |
| Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's goin' drop | |
| Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks | |
| We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock | |
| They call me | |
| Mr. Ravioli, | |
| Mr. Scrotum, | |
| Mr. Poke 'em with the | |
| NoodleMr. | |
| Cockerspanielle in your | |
| Poodle, after school tutor | |
| Roto Rooter, addicted to follies like brown collies, stay soft fro, crowes | |
| Swimming in the fallopian of an | |
| EthiopianTalking a different language, | |
| RBI fly wide | |
| Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now | |
| Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now | |
| Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now | |
| Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now | |
| See you when | |
| I see you, now out wit me now | |
| Tomb after tomb | |
| Boom, boom after boom | |
| Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb | |
| From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb | |
| Cool, that's cool | |
| I will never fall off, | |
| I haul off heavy weight | |
| **** wit me dog, | |
| I chop you up like | |
| Norman Bates | |
| I'm true to this shit, | |
| I ain't new to this shit | |
| Over a million sold on strictly weed, bricks | |
| Flammable like gasoline when | |
| I'm lit up | |
| I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut | |
| It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game | |
| You can fool the record labels but not the street fame | |
| I just tell it how | |
| I see it nigga, fact is fact | |
| The first verse | |
| I ever wrote, | |
| I got a Platinum plaque | |
| I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props | |
| Konkrete and | |
| Big Boi beatin' through your | |
| Speakerboxxx | |
| Tomb after tomb | |
| Boom, boom after boom | |
| Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb | |
| From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb | |
| Cool, that's cool | |
| Ludacris, yeah | |
| I keep a glock in case you like to leak alot | |
| Meanwhile, crankin' 'bout the knob up on my | |
| Speakerboxxx | |
| So here we are, get the **** on the ground | |
| Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the | |
| A-TownThey don't believe | |
| I will stab them in the abdomen | |
| College Park, | |
| Georgia to | |
| College Park, | |
| MarylandSo put your fist up boy, you wanna romp | |
| You can Bankhead | |
| Bounce or get | |
| Eastside stomped | |
| Thinking way back before | |
| I got mine | |
| Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs | |
| You know why? | |
| It's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman | |
| A hundred though, bitch, diamonds shimmerin' | |
| Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below | |
| I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios | |
| Y'all driving | |
| Subarus, stuck in your cubicles | |
| I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles | |
| Tomb after tomb | |
| Boom, boom after boom | |
| Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb | |
| From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb | |
| Cool, that's cool | |
| Fourth and goal | |
| Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should | |
| I rollAround and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole | |
| Cranium overload, overthrowed | |
| Now we got seven more points on the board, fa sho | |
| B I G B O | |
| I, me oh my, | |
| I think he's blessing me | |
| Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe | |
| Like Raghu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me | |
| Player, pimp, gangster, poet, we goin' spit it, we goin' show it to your ass"You're a champion", were my dad's last words before he passed | |
| But I know one day we will once more cross paths | |
| They say, "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre" | |
| I say "People, stop the madness 'cause me and Dre be okay" | |
| OutKast, Cell | |
| Therapy to cell division | |
| We just split it down the middle so you can see both the visions | |
| Been spittin' it damn near ten years, why the **** would be be quittin'? | |
| ****, nigga |
| zuo qu : James Patton Antwan Andre Patton Cameron Gipp Nathaniel Elder Christopher Bridges | |
| Speakerboxxx | |
| Yo, before y' all know what time it is | |
| It' s your homeboy straight from the | |
| ATI ain' t even goin' say the mother ing rest | |
| But you know we talk about it all day long baby | |
| We fin' a break you off with some brand new shit | |
| This rap game lovely | |
| Konkrete play a part ' cause the | |
| Feds want to bug me | |
| Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me | |
| Bending corners in the | |
| Benz, ridin' like a bucket, nigga it | |
| I know some hoes slutty, | |
| I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playin' rugby | |
| I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me | |
| Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions | |
| Perpetrators in the booth, rappin' lame like they drug related | |
| It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby | |
| You don' t grind, you be lying, she' ll be castrated, | |
| Lorena Bobitt maybe | |
| Tomb after tomb | |
| Boom, boom after boom | |
| Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb | |
| From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb | |
| Cool, that' s cool | |
| You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots | |
| Hit G spots by givin' hoes back shots | |
| I' m a young country boy, long socks with flip flops | |
| But I pull up on your block in the 500 | |
| Benz dropKonkrete, | |
| Aquemini, now we takin' this here to the top | |
| Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop | |
| You say it' s hot, well let me turn it up another notch | |
| To all my real niggaz, won' t you pump this out your | |
| Speakerboxxx | |
| the cops, we makin' noise and we won' t stop | |
| Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it' s goin' drop | |
| Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks | |
| We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock | |
| They call me | |
| Mr. Ravioli, | |
| Mr. Scrotum, | |
| Mr. Poke ' em with the | |
| NoodleMr. | |
| Cockerspanielle in your | |
| Poodle, after school tutor | |
| Roto Rooter, addicted to follies like brown collies, stay soft fro, crowes | |
| Swimming in the fallopian of an | |
| EthiopianTalking a different language, | |
| RBI fly wide | |
| Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now | |
| Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now | |
| Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now | |
| Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now | |
| See you when | |
| I see you, now out wit me now | |
| Tomb after tomb | |
| Boom, boom after boom | |
| Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb | |
| From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb | |
| Cool, that' s cool | |
| I will never fall off, | |
| I haul off heavy weight | |
| wit me dog, | |
| I chop you up like | |
| Norman Bates | |
| I' m true to this shit, | |
| I ain' t new to this shit | |
| Over a million sold on strictly weed, bricks | |
| Flammable like gasoline when | |
| I' m lit up | |
| I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut | |
| It' s over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game | |
| You can fool the record labels but not the street fame | |
| I just tell it how | |
| I see it nigga, fact is fact | |
| The first verse | |
| I ever wrote, | |
| I got a Platinum plaque | |
| I' ve been to hell and back so nigga give me my props | |
| Konkrete and | |
| Big Boi beatin' through your | |
| Speakerboxxx | |
| Tomb after tomb | |
| Boom, boom after boom | |
| Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb | |
| From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb | |
| Cool, that' s cool | |
| Ludacris, yeah | |
| I keep a glock in case you like to leak alot | |
| Meanwhile, crankin' ' bout the knob up on my | |
| Speakerboxxx | |
| So here we are, get the on the ground | |
| Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the | |
| ATownThey don' t believe | |
| I will stab them in the abdomen | |
| College Park, | |
| Georgia to | |
| College Park, | |
| MarylandSo put your fist up boy, you wanna romp | |
| You can Bankhead | |
| Bounce or get | |
| Eastside stomped | |
| Thinking way back before | |
| I got mine | |
| Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs | |
| You know why? | |
| It' s my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman | |
| A hundred though, bitch, diamonds shimmerin' | |
| Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below | |
| I' m with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios | |
| Y' all driving | |
| Subarus, stuck in your cubicles | |
| I' m stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles | |
| Tomb after tomb | |
| Boom, boom after boom | |
| Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb | |
| From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb | |
| Cool, that' s cool | |
| Fourth and goal | |
| Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should | |
| I rollAround and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole | |
| Cranium overload, overthrowed | |
| Now we got seven more points on the board, fa sho | |
| B I G B O | |
| I, me oh my, | |
| I think he' s blessing me | |
| Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe | |
| Like Raghu, it' s in there, giving you some of the best of me | |
| Player, pimp, gangster, poet, we goin' spit it, we goin' show it to your ass" You' re a champion", were my dad' s last words before he passed | |
| But I know one day we will once more cross paths | |
| They say, " Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre" | |
| I say " People, stop the madness ' cause me and Dre be okay" | |
| OutKast, Cell | |
| Therapy to cell division | |
| We just split it down the middle so you can see both the visions | |
| Been spittin' it damn near ten years, why the would be be quittin'? | |
| , nigga |
| zuò qǔ : James Patton Antwan André Patton Cameron Gipp Nathaniel Elder Christopher Bridges | |
| Speakerboxxx | |
| Yo, before y' all know what time it is | |
| It' s your homeboy straight from the | |
| ATI ain' t even goin' say the mother ing rest | |
| But you know we talk about it all day long baby | |
| We fin' a break you off with some brand new shit | |
| This rap game lovely | |
| Konkrete play a part ' cause the | |
| Feds want to bug me | |
| Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me | |
| Bending corners in the | |
| Benz, ridin' like a bucket, nigga it | |
| I know some hoes slutty, | |
| I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playin' rugby | |
| I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me | |
| Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions | |
| Perpetrators in the booth, rappin' lame like they drug related | |
| It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby | |
| You don' t grind, you be lying, she' ll be castrated, | |
| Lorena Bobitt maybe | |
| Tomb after tomb | |
| Boom, boom after boom | |
| Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb | |
| From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb | |
| Cool, that' s cool | |
| You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots | |
| Hit G spots by givin' hoes back shots | |
| I' m a young country boy, long socks with flip flops | |
| But I pull up on your block in the 500 | |
| Benz dropKonkrete, | |
| Aquemini, now we takin' this here to the top | |
| Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop | |
| You say it' s hot, well let me turn it up another notch | |
| To all my real niggaz, won' t you pump this out your | |
| Speakerboxxx | |
| the cops, we makin' noise and we won' t stop | |
| Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it' s goin' drop | |
| Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks | |
| We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock | |
| They call me | |
| Mr. Ravioli, | |
| Mr. Scrotum, | |
| Mr. Poke ' em with the | |
| NoodleMr. | |
| Cockerspanielle in your | |
| Poodle, after school tutor | |
| Roto Rooter, addicted to follies like brown collies, stay soft fro, crowes | |
| Swimming in the fallopian of an | |
| EthiopianTalking a different language, | |
| RBI fly wide | |
| Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now | |
| Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now | |
| Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now | |
| Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now | |
| See you when | |
| I see you, now out wit me now | |
| Tomb after tomb | |
| Boom, boom after boom | |
| Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb | |
| From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb | |
| Cool, that' s cool | |
| I will never fall off, | |
| I haul off heavy weight | |
| wit me dog, | |
| I chop you up like | |
| Norman Bates | |
| I' m true to this shit, | |
| I ain' t new to this shit | |
| Over a million sold on strictly weed, bricks | |
| Flammable like gasoline when | |
| I' m lit up | |
| I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut | |
| It' s over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game | |
| You can fool the record labels but not the street fame | |
| I just tell it how | |
| I see it nigga, fact is fact | |
| The first verse | |
| I ever wrote, | |
| I got a Platinum plaque | |
| I' ve been to hell and back so nigga give me my props | |
| Konkrete and | |
| Big Boi beatin' through your | |
| Speakerboxxx | |
| Tomb after tomb | |
| Boom, boom after boom | |
| Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb | |
| From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb | |
| Cool, that' s cool | |
| Ludacris, yeah | |
| I keep a glock in case you like to leak alot | |
| Meanwhile, crankin' ' bout the knob up on my | |
| Speakerboxxx | |
| So here we are, get the on the ground | |
| Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the | |
| ATownThey don' t believe | |
| I will stab them in the abdomen | |
| College Park, | |
| Georgia to | |
| College Park, | |
| MarylandSo put your fist up boy, you wanna romp | |
| You can Bankhead | |
| Bounce or get | |
| Eastside stomped | |
| Thinking way back before | |
| I got mine | |
| Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs | |
| You know why? | |
| It' s my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman | |
| A hundred though, bitch, diamonds shimmerin' | |
| Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below | |
| I' m with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios | |
| Y' all driving | |
| Subarus, stuck in your cubicles | |
| I' m stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles | |
| Tomb after tomb | |
| Boom, boom after boom | |
| Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb | |
| From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb | |
| Cool, that' s cool | |
| Fourth and goal | |
| Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should | |
| I rollAround and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole | |
| Cranium overload, overthrowed | |
| Now we got seven more points on the board, fa sho | |
| B I G B O | |
| I, me oh my, | |
| I think he' s blessing me | |
| Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe | |
| Like Raghu, it' s in there, giving you some of the best of me | |
| Player, pimp, gangster, poet, we goin' spit it, we goin' show it to your ass" You' re a champion", were my dad' s last words before he passed | |
| But I know one day we will once more cross paths | |
| They say, " Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre" | |
| I say " People, stop the madness ' cause me and Dre be okay" | |
| OutKast, Cell | |
| Therapy to cell division | |
| We just split it down the middle so you can see both the visions | |
| Been spittin' it damn near ten years, why the would be be quittin'? | |
| , nigga |
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