In the comments section our man B. Ocean drops the lyrics to Ghettomusick...
Whoo (Whoo)
Tie me up, don’t tie me down
Cut me up, don’t let me down
Find, find a way
Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out
You dig in, dig out, you get out,
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Find a way to get in, to fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Climbing out this hole
With a frown on my face
In the place to be, and not to be at the same time
G-h-e-t-t-o-m-u-s-i-c-k stay down
O-u-t-k-a-s-t just know that we won’t play round
If it don’t stank like they stank then they can’t swallow dat down
Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us
Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out
You dig in, dig out, you get out,
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Find a way to get in, the fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
I just want you to know, how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?
I just want you to know, how I feel
Feeling good feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?
Hot tub add to the bony of tony
As my grandma my (….) here and she show me
How to be the smooth operator, dominator in the state of Georgia,
Hip hops there to destroy ya
Leave a mother fucker open like a foyer
He from the dirt now here come the paranoia
Although you couldn’t have jacked the disrespect
The technique, sweat meet, wipe off the sweat
Fight off the shit and bust the waste down
The pipes of my live flow deep into the ground
Why my purpose on the surface of this earth is
Plan it, standards, trust and the purpose
Campaign in vein for the same lame fame, people obtain, you aught to be detained
By the hip hop sheriff, locked up, no possibility of getting out cause the shit you make is killing me and my ears, and my peers, I hear the end is near, no fear
we disappear, then reappear again in a fresh new light, I hope its beautiful and cloudy casue if its not we gotta fight like, fight like
*chorus
home boi that shit gangsta my nigga just want tell yall nigaa iam a big fan my nigga holla at your boi
oh shit.
outkast is like a good wine...getting better with each passing day.
How can a man rap that fast? Him and Twista need to race! Big Boi --> much propers
Posted by: dev on August 29, 2003 10:59 PMStraight up yo, Outkast ain't never gon stop, stay hittin with the freshness. Big ups to Big Boi and Dre, keep hittin us with the Stankness ya'll. I'm out, peace.
Posted by: RaWx on September 3, 2003 09:44 AMWho's outkast???
Posted by: EsseNeMM on September 7, 2003 04:29 PMdose anyone know who the female vocalist is singing "ijust want you to know how i feel"????
Posted by: Wayne on September 19, 2003 01:18 PMwho did they take that sample from? dat shit is hotttt yo
Posted by: jerzee on September 21, 2003 08:52 PMHolla,
Every outkast tune you can just pump up at clubs at ur crib whereever im just saying keep it up hope it dont stop
Posted by: Cj on September 25, 2003 08:36 AMHere are the REAL lyrics. I just bought the album today and the lyrics are in the booklet.
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Outkast
“GhettoMusick”
Turn me up! Don’t turn me down!
Cut me up! Don’t let me down!
(Hook)
Find a way to get out, without a hit out! You dig in!
You dig out! You get out! GhettoMusick! GhettoMusick!
Find a way to get in, to fit in! You get on, you get out! Without a doubt!
GhettoMusick! GhettoMusick!
(Verse 1)
Climbing out this hotel (Climbing out this hole)
With a frown on my face! (In the place to be)
In the place to be and not to be at the same time!
(Pre-Hook)
G-H-E-T-T-O-M-U-S-I-C-K stay down!
O-U-T-K-A-S-T best know that we don’t play ‘round
If it don’t stank like they stank like they stank
Then they can’t swallow that down
Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us!
(Hook)
(Hook 2)
I just want you to know, how I feel! (Feeling good, feeling great!)
How I feel! (Feeling great, feeling good! How are you?)
I just want you to know, how I feel! (Feeling good, feeling great!)
How I feel! (Feeling great, feeling good! How are you?)
(Verse 2)
Hot tub! Back to the bony, I’m Tony!
Ask my grandma, Edna Mae Kearse, she showed me
How to be the smooth operator, dominator
In the state of Georgia
Hip Hop! Stand destroy ya!
Leave a muthafucka open like a foyer
He from the Dirty now here come the paranoia
A lawyer couldn’t object or disrespect the technique
Sweat me, wipe off the sweat!
Fight off the shit and flush the waste down
The pipes of my life flow deep into the ground
Find my purpose on the surface of this earth is
Plane is standard to me they have no purpose
Campaign in vein for the same lame tame you obtain
You ought to be detained by the Hip Hop Sheriff
Locked up, no possibility of getting out
Because the shit you make is killing me
And my ears and my peers
I hear the end is near, no fear we disappear
Then reappear again in a fresh new light
I hope it’s peaceful and cloudy because if not we gonna fight like…
(Pre-Hook)
(Hook)
That song is tight as hell i cant even describe but yall know how it was gone be when both of then do a new track together yeah thats that SOUTHERN GHETTO TECHNO HIPHOP STANK MUZIK.
oh and the Lady singing "ijust want you to know how i feel" thats Pattie Labelle.yeah Andre3000 on a track Just Blaze Kanye West eat your heart out.
Posted by: young stankone on September 28, 2003 12:48 PM