Song Lyrics

[Big Boi]
Yeah...ATLiens style on why'all a**

[K. Mike]
DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI

[K. Mike]
Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration - holla!

[Y. Hova]
Young Hov' in the place to be

[Y. Hova]
Big Boi in the place to be (Young)

[Y. Hova]
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (b****)

[Y. Hova]
I brought (holla) the whole hood with me

[Big Boi]
You got red dirt in your afro

[Y. Hova]
Young Hov' in the place to be (yeah)

[Y. Hova]
OutKast in the place to be (yeah)

Did you ever think that you would be the n**** on the block
Didn't have to break a steerin column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers

Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner
You never took the time out, examine yourself boi
... are you black, white, asian?
Indonesian, or Borean - that's black and Korean

We on the same team if we breathin
I jumped off the subject to see if you was seein
that we drop a little science off in every verse
They put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon' curse

But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get devoured
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any height
Because I might just SNAP on a F***-a** n****
Might clap a cap at a sucka-a** n****

In the meantime, Daddy Fatsacks gon' chill out
He might just, pull out his pistol
and let that thang whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman and Clark Kent, you better be way harder

than the park bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother James
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo, deuce, dos, two, a pair

A player stiffen the competition
Pressed like Levi's and toughskins, one minus one
Negative one minus negative one is nothin
Bustin d-boy raps and player poems

The 'Kast s*** ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the crowd original material while you bore 'em
Your live show consists of everybody's s*** but yours!
Do your own s***! In your live show (bitin a** n****)

[Chorus: x2]
Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (b****)
I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)

Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze
with her Eyes Wide Shut, before I asked her "Head or Gut?"
If you brunette, Legally Blonde I might respond
Take you to Swan Lake and beyond

Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clap on
I switch the flow so quick you cannot fathom
I take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea
and tried to grab one line or sentence

Rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist
And give him a clean bill of health
Wealth might make you look good but you sound like s***
And your team lookin s***ty to death!

My n**** Big Boi said, watch 'em as they gawk and they gander
You can follow or lead like Commander Picard
You can have The Whole World
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, overstand

this young player's rhyme
I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme
Focused on every word, and line
Like a young Ca**ius Clay in his prime

I was born to talk s*** and prove mine, and I'm
the epitome of raw rhyme
Got signed, got serious about the craft
of raw rhyme and I got mine - Aquemini's

murderous monster move minds
Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime
When you see him comin holla one-time, holla one-time
When you see him comin holla one-time (one-time)

[Chorus]

Don't you like to groove in your hooptie
Or Your old Flip-flops, or choose
To wear your tennis shoes
Does it matter to you
That OutKast we got that skunk for why'all
Keep that bump for why'all

When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
At the interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops
And I, mix it up like gin and juice when I'm them interviews
dudes want to know what he copped

And where you got that, and how could they buy that
Where the million dollar watch at, stop that!
Why that? why this? n****z want to hijack the flyness
I'm on a whole 'nother plane

A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin
Understand what I'm sayin
Hov' and OutKast, whatchu think about that?
Really don't matter though what you n****z chatter though

Anybody get out of line then you trust
that the mack'll go "rrrrRRRRAAATTTT", Got you chilled for that alone
Back on the s***, back on the strip
Another hit I'm not gon' miss

Don't you like to groove in your hooptie
On your old, flip-flops, or choose
To wear yo' tennis shoes
Does it matter to you
That OutKast we got that skunk for why'all
Keep that bump for why'all

Shawn Carter, Antwan Patton, Michael Santiago Render, David A. Sheats, David Sheats, Michael Render

The duration of Flip Flop Rock is 4:35 minutes and seconds.