Tough Guy

Everybody on the streets

This a little thesis coming from me

When I throw up baguettes, sitting at the bar

Or smoking a little red life in my car

I don't know what you came to see

***** just out here feeding my kids

Throw up the duece and let me slide on by

Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy

Cruising down the street, minding my business cause I'm trill

Stopped at the ATM, grabbed a thousand dollar bill

Now I peel like apples and peaches because I'm chill

And *****s around my city respect me because I'm real

But still the things I see from day to day it irks me

When I'm off in the '79 Seville or the Bonneville

*****s wanna hurt me, absurd G

I know it, betta believe I tote something for it

And I got a slogan like Nike but it goes like this, just know it

And I'm not the type of person be riding around your block just flashy

Just came to the store to get some black and milds and a lil bit of 93 gas,G

You wanna blast me, get sassy, say negative things about OutKast G

Riding all on a ***** ****, all you had to do was just dap me, come slap me

You the bad man, so go ahead and touch my cheek then

But we'll be burying you and your whole mother****ing family by the weekend

I'm calling your bluff, go on and buck, I got my squad we trapping

Aye C-bone gone slap this *****, he ain't bucking, he just yapping, yea

Everybody on the streets

This a little thesis coming from me

When I throw up baguettes, sitting at the bar

Or smoking a little red life in my car

I don't know what you came to see

***** just out here feeding my kids

Throw up the duece and let me slide on by

Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy

Say, we took it from packing the pistols

To jacking this missiles, to stacking my crystals

Now my torpedo's even cracking your missile

When we start, ain't no stopping us

We too smart and too popular

Take your toys and we topple 'em

Resort to the dopplar

To the agent underground well known as Stankonia

Where trill as *****s go one and bad ass ******* be boning ya

I'm warning you, *****s i'll fill the middle of your moany

And make yo broad lick her pony up, its that platinum shit

Called zonia, tell Tommy blow me up

I ain't Mariah, ***** I'm the messiah can't no mother****er show me up

UGK a set *****, throw me up

**** catching a case *****, I'll lace you and your homie up

Cause we the cream coming out of the crop

The steam coming out of the pot and the team coming out at the top

Your baddest or not, these *****s getting shattered or shot

Splattered for props, man you should'nt've left your gat at your spot

Everybody on the streets

This a little thesis coming from me

When I throw up baguettes, sitting at the bar

Or smoking a little red life in my car

I don't know what you came to see

***** just out here feeding my kids

Throw up the duece and let me slide on by

Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy

Pimp C ***** I'm a country star

I got a country mansion and a country car

I got a country *****, I made a country son

I got some country ****, I keep a country gun

I don't **** with nobody in this shit but Bun

So if you pay me a mil, you gotta give that ***** one

**** boys talk shit, but them ***** *****s know

And UGK run the streets and we put **** in your ho

Whether weed or blow, I keep an open store

I keep my hair cut low, .44 on the floor

You can test me Snow, we got the glass for sho

Get your mind on your money, cause you playing with your dough

******* who ready to go, say you moving to slow

If you wasn't bout sucking it, what you ****ing with me for

The quarters in the side in case you didn't know

I'm Sweet Jones ***** and I'm an old school pro, pro, pro

Everybody on the streets

This a little thesis coming from me

When I throw up baguettes, sitting at the bar

Or smoking a little red life in my car

I don't know what you came to see

***** just out here feeding my kids

Throw up the duece and let me slide on by

Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy

Since the beginning of time, up to the present of now

There are beauty shop playas also intelligent clowns

Got they blue cuts with brown, booty grinding the ground

It's the sound that's created when we get up to get down

Stimulate my imag-ination with exag-geration of stanking light

That can't be right but we laughed

To keep from crying, sighing, hugged by cutie-pie and

Death defying acts of a Blacks not scared of dying

Y'all act like you never take no bubble bath

Gone to Blockbuster and act like you ain't never cuddled after

You poked her, stroked, soaked her, provoked her

To reach for the sky when she's high on your holster

I'm posed to, roast you, toast you, close you

Mother****ing mouth for I'm almost closed to the end

So when they ask you what school do you attend

Say Stankonia High, then throw two in the wind

Everybody on the streets

This a little thesis coming from me

When I throw up baguettes, sitting at the bar

Or smoking a little red life in my car

I don't know what you came to see

***** just out here feeding my kids

Throw up the duece and let me slide on by

Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy

Everybody on the streets

This a little thesis coming from me

When I throw up baguettes, sitting at the bar

Or smoking a little red life in my car

I don't know what you came to see

***** just out here feeding my kids

Throw up the duece and let me slide on by

Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy