Tomb of the Boom

Yo Just so you all know what time it is It's your homeboy Straight from the A-T I ain't even going say the motherfucking rest But you know We can talk about it all day long baby We fin'a break you off with some fresh 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 Riding it like a bucket, nigga fuck it I know some hoes slutty I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playing rugby I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions Perpetrators in the booth, rapping lame like they drug related It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and a baby You don't grind, you be lying Should be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe Tomb after tomb Boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh, that's cool You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots Hit G spots by giving 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 drop Konkrete, Aquemini, we taking 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 my real niggas, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx Fuck the cops, we making noise and we won't stop Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's going 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 Noodle Mr. Cockerspanielle in your poodle, after school tutor Roto Rooter, addicted to follies Like brown collies, stay soft fro Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian Talking 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 Pussy pop for me now, sell 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 Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh, that's cool I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight Fuck 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 and 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 beating through your Speakerboxxx Tomb after tomb Boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh, that's cool Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock, in case you like to leak a lot Meanwhile, cranking the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx "So here he is, get the fuck on the ground" Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland So put your fist up boy, you want to romp You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped Thinking way back before I got mine Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs Been a while, it's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman A hundred tho, bitch, diamonds shimmering 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 Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh, that's cool Fourth and goal Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole Cranium overload, over throwed Now we got seven more points on the board, for sure 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 Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me Player, pimp, ganster, poet We goin spit it, we going 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 spitting it damn near ten years, why the fuck would be be quitting Fuck, nigga