Album Name

Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (Clean Ver.)

Artist

OutKast

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2003.10.17

Release Agency

Sony Music

A Life In The Of Benjamin Andre (Incomplete) - OutKast
I met you in a club
in Atlanta Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were
coming out with an album
You looked at me like
yeah nigga right
But you gave me
your number anyway
you were on the talcum
Powder how's about them oranges
Moved away from home to school
with big plans
By day
studied the history of music
By night
just to pay for that shit
you'd dance
To get your pants was a Mission
Impossible
We were both the same age
but I
Suppose wasn't on the same page
but in
The same book of life
so I'd paged you when
I felt you that were getting off
of work
Or either when you're
on your way to school
We started hanging
like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head
I'm thinking cool
Just when I think
I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up your skirt now
The events that followed had me
volley if your hometown
would be Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you
possessed made you
by far the best
Therefore hard to tell
You'd dropped me off
by the dungeon
Never came in
but I knew that you
were wondering
Now are these niggas in this
house up to something
Selling crack sack by sacks so
they could function
Well yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no it wasn't blow
Cook it in the basement then
move it at a show
Then grab the microphone and
everybody yelled ho
Meanwhile the video starts playing
BET college radio and a van
Packed full of niggas with a
blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I'm saying
But
I kept your number
in my old phone
Got a new chip flip
with the roam roam
So it took me a minute to
retrieve 7 digits
But I promised I would call you
when I got home
But
when I got home I never did
By the time I did
heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied see you later when
he got the good news
that's life shit
Now I'm 19 with a Cadillac
My nigga had a Lex
with the gold pack
Got a plaque but I'm living
with my pop pop
So I got Glock and a low jack
You kinda fast for that fella
in class who used to draw
And never said much
cause half of what he saw
Was so far from that
place you wanna be
That words only fucked it up
more follow me
Are you starting to gather
what I'm getting at
Now if I'm losing you tell me
then I'll double back
But keep in mind
at the time
keep it real was the phrase
Silly once said now
but those were the days
When Spring Break
and Daytona and Freakniks
Made you want to drop out of
college and never go back
Move to the south
but that ain't a Kodak
Moment
on went myself and Big Boi
Well you knew him as Twan
That's right
you were around
before this shit begun
When Twan had a daughter and
Sort of was made to mature
before the first tour
We hit the road like jack
Laughed and cried and drived it
back with some Yak
Girls used to say
y'all talk funny
y'all from the islands
And I'd laugh and
they'd just keep smiling
No I'm from Atlanta baby
He from Savannah maybe
We should hook up and get tore
up and then lay down
hey we
Got to go because the bus is
pulling out in 30 minutes
She's playing tennis disturbing
the tenants
15 love fit like glove
Description is like 15 doves
In a Jacuzzi catching
the Holy Ghost
Making one woozy
in the head and
comatose agree
Enough about me
how's about you
How's the lil' kid
She was about 2
the last time we spoke
I hadn't smoked or
took a shot of drink
Cause I'd start the 2nd album
off on another note
Now that note threw some niggas
in the hood off
But see I'd balled out
and before I fall out
I'd Slow my Lac
down to a nice speed
The brain is that fried egg
I might need
New direction was apparent
I was a child looking
at the floor staring
So changing my style was like
release for the primitive beast
Yes I was on the rise
yeast was the street
To make bread
never primary concern
Just to hop on these beats
and wait my turn
I'd meet Muslims gangstas
bitches rastas
and macaroni niggas imposters
So on a trip to New York
on some beeswax
I get invited to a club
where emcees at
And on stage is a singer with
some thing on her head
Similar to the turban that I
covered up my dreads with
Which I was rocking at the time
When I was going through them
phases trying to find
Anything that seemed real
in the world
Still searching
but I started liking this girl
Now you know her as Erykah
On and On Badu
Call Tyrone on the phone why you
Do that girl like that boy you
ought to be ashamed
The song wasn't about me and
that ain't my name
We're young
in love in short we had fun
No regrets no abortion
had a son
By the name of 7 and he's 5
By the time I do this mix
he'll probably be 6
You do the arithmetic
We do the language arts
Y'all stand against the wall
blindfolded
we throw the darts
To poke you in the heart
And take you from the start
To when luxury transportation
meant a Marta card
Or either when your girlfriend
that went to Mays
Momma or her daddy let her
borrow the Benz
because she's smart
Or maybe if your neighbor does
you a huge favor
And he sells you that Rabbit
that's been sitting in his yard
You fix it up
you trick it out
you give it rims
you give it bump
You give it all your time
because that's all
you can think about
And that's as far as I got
And that's as far as I got
and where I wanted to go
Knowing the whole time that's
all you could think about
Even though if you cut it off
and start that bitch up
You need a jump like you'll need
and you'll want to grow
And you change all the time so
that Rabbit that you thought about
That whole summer
the next summer you didn't want
that Rabbit no more
You wanted something
bigger and better
So the summer past and
now the Rabbit's old
Right right
so now you want a Cadillac