作词 : André 3000 作曲 : André 3000 [Verse] 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 Impo–ssible 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 page 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 drop 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 sack, so they could function?" W-W-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 they 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 seven 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'd 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 nineteen 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 a Glock and a LoJack Yeah, 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 ****ed 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 when said now, but those were the days When Spring Break and Daytona And Freakniks made you wanna Drop out of college and never go back Move to the South, but that ain't a Kodak Moment, on went myself and Big Bo— Well, you knew hm as "'Twan" That's right—you were around before this shit begun Well 'Twan had a daughter and Sorta was made to mature before the first tour We hit the road like Jack Laughed and cried and drive it back with some 'gnac 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 Gotta go because the bus is pulling out in thirty minutes" She's playing tennis, disturbing the tenants Fifteen-love, fit like glove Description is like fifteen 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 two the last time we spoke I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink 'Cause I'd start the second album off on another note; now— That note threw some niggas in the hood off But see, I'd balled out, and 'fore I'd fall out I'd slow my Lac down to a nice speed The brain was 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 relief 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: "impastas" 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 & 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 Were young, in love; in short, we had fun No regrets, no abortion, had a son By the name of Seven And he's five; by the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six You do the 'rithmetic, me 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' mama Or her daddy let her borrow the Benz, because she 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 (*music fades*)
[Radio Interview] "And that's as far as I got, and where I wanted to go, knowing, the whole summer, 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 need and you 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 passed and now the Rabbit's old?" "Right... right, so now you want a Cadillac..."
作词 : André 3000 作曲 : André 3000 [Verse] 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 Impo–ssible 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 page 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 drop 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 sack, so they could function?" W-W-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 they 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 seven 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'd 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 nineteen 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 a Glock and a LoJack Yeah, 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 ****ed 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 when said now, but those were the days When Spring Break and Daytona And Freakniks made you wanna Drop out of college and never go back Move to the South, but that ain't a Kodak Moment, on went myself and Big Bo— Well, you knew hm as "'Twan" That's right—you were around before this shit begun Well 'Twan had a daughter and Sorta was made to mature before the first tour We hit the road like Jack Laughed and cried and drive it back with some 'gnac 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 Gotta go because the bus is pulling out in thirty minutes" She's playing tennis, disturbing the tenants Fifteen-love, fit like glove Description is like fifteen 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 two the last time we spoke I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink 'Cause I'd start the second album off on another note; now— That note threw some niggas in the hood off But see, I'd balled out, and 'fore I'd fall out I'd slow my Lac down to a nice speed The brain was 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 relief 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: "impastas" 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 & 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 Were young, in love; in short, we had fun No regrets, no abortion, had a son By the name of Seven And he's five; by the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six You do the 'rithmetic, me 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' mama Or her daddy let her borrow the Benz, because she 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 (*music fades*)
[Radio Interview] "And that's as far as I got, and where I wanted to go, knowing, the whole summer, 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 need and you 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 passed and now the Rabbit's old?" "Right... right, so now you want a Cadillac..."
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