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

Yeah, ATLiens style on y'all ass

(Big Boi in the place to be)

(Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin') (bitch)

(brought (holla) the whole hood with me)

You got red dirt in your Afro

(Young Hov' in the place to be) (yeah)

(Outkast in the place to be) (yeah)

Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block

Didn't have to break a steerin' column, didn't have to cook a rock

A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya

Never judge a person or a book by it's covers

Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner

You never took the time out, examine yourself Boi

Are you black, white, asian?

Indonesian, or Borean-that's black and Korean

We on the same team if we breathin'

I jumped off the subject to see if you was seein'

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 sacks gon' chill out

He might just, pull out his pistol

And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your residence

Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harded

Than the park bench to start this

Marcus, Jason, my little brother James

All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same

Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a pair

A player stiffen the competition

Pressed like Levi's toughskins, on minus one

Negative one minus negative one is nothin

Bustin' d-boy 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 life show consists of eveybody's shit but you're-uns

Do you own shit! In your life show (bitin ass nigga)

Young Hov' in the place to be

Big Boi in the place to be (Young)

Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housing (bitch)

I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)

Young Hov' in the place to be

Big Boi in the place to be (Young)

Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housing (bitch)

I brought (hollo) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)

Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze

With her Eye's Wide Shut, before I ashed 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 clop on

I switch the flow so quick you cannot fa-thom

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 should like shit

And your team

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, over stand

This young player's rhyme

I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme

Focused on every word, and line

Like a young Cassius Clay in this 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, Aquemini's

Murderous monster move minds

Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime

When you see I'm comin' holla one-time, holla one-time

When you see I'm comin' holla one-time (one-time)

Don't, you, like, to groove

In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes

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

At the interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops

And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm them interviews

Dudes want to 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 want to 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 sayin'

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 are-are-are-are-rap, got you killed for that alone

Back on the shit back on the strip

Another hit I'm not goin' miss