Red Velvet Songtext
von OutKast

One more time for y′all, y-y-yeah, huh
If you didn't know you know now, OutKast
Stankonia we shittin′ on ery'body talkin' that bullshit


Now Peter Piper picked a pepper, that was his downfall
I′m down with ′Dre 3000 'cause he got my back y′all
Ball if you want to, but do it with some class G
Ask me, do OutKast got some flows so you can blast me
Nasty, nas on the block they see you shinin'
Engi-neers in the studio see me rhymin′
Don't get me wrong, got four albums; stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my na tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
Cap, cap, ya link snap, you slumped off in ya Cadillac
For what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin′ for?
Aight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese and let my mic flow
Prioritize to live through
Tell these other nas how you bought yo' kid some tennis shoes
Let these brothers know that your momma she got her house too
Let these nas know that your sister wouldn′t of finished
College without you
I doubt you, do that though, so do this here
And keep that bullshit out of our ear
You too near me to not hear me, too open to conceal me
The love for the music keepin Big Boi spittin′ real G

'Cause they know where you live and they′ve seen what ya drive
And they say they gonna put one in your hel-met
'Cause you brag ′bout that watch, and all them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet

Yeah, this na wanna floss?
Yeah, we got this na now
Yo T, I got a na right for us
I'ma take him to the hotel
You know how it′s gon' go
Na, keep braggin' (Mhm)
(Yeah) Yeah, we got him now


How can you measure a na by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had he not purchased the newest Mercedes
That lose it′s value soon as you drive
That bitch off the lot, lot, lot
Would he still be the latest, most wanted, doggonit you want it
He got it-type na ′round the town, town, town
Had he not played it so flashy, ashy
When half of these nas hurtin' and workin′
Would be he be found, found, found
In a ho (ho) tel (tel) room (room) shot up (shot up)
With his dick shoved in somethin' he got a lot of
Bill Gates don′t dangle diamonds in the face
Of peasants when he Microsoft'nin′ the place
You gettin' on my nerves, well I'm gettin′ on your case
Consider your surroundings or you leave without a trace

′Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive
And they say they gonna put one in your hel-met
′Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet

I know you got the biggest bank roll and you ballin′
Follow the heater because the leader he is haulin'
Ass like Juan Valdez, I think he scared
′Cause my na Khujo Goodie got that toolie to his head

Little did he know that, waitin' in the closet
No matter what you call that, playboy sho got done

Done was the one who came in contact
With those with slow goals who prone to sell crack
On this megaphone, hey look world I'm on
You off, he floss hard cause he celebrate the fact

Little did he know that, waitin′ in the closet
No matter what you call that, playboy sho got done

′Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive
And they say they gonna put one in your hel-met
′Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet

′Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive
And they say they gonna put one in your hel-met
′Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet