OutKast – Spaghetti Junction

Download clean vinyl LP mp3 audio song by OutKast and this song is titled “Spaghetti Junction”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of their Contemporary Soul, Hip-Hop/Rap album which is titled ‘Stankonia’ which was released in the year 2000.

Listen up below!.

DOWNLOAD MP3

Yeah yeah, yes Spaghetti Junction, yes yes

Elope ski slopes *coughs* ahh damn.. yeah, check this out

Niggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches

Tootin like it’s cool bein a fool, and I can’t just

Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame

My ends is loose and you can’t stop that rain

When it starts to fall

Lookin like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man

I’m speakin about these pros cause you know nothing bout that man

The nigga the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet

You thinkin about the beatin, this my ends is never met, nigga

Black man, white man, Jew man ain’t no joke

Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch

And talk about when we get older now we up against the ropes

Yeah they kickin niggas door down; cause it ain’t no dope on the streets

And a quarter pound of feet weed, that’s all a nigga like me need

Talkin about that Southern sess, nigga you all up in that mess

But never shall you test, and never shall you quit

Runnin up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin but dead nigga

Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home

In the junction, in the junction

Don’t you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce

Junction, junction

To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims

‘Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend

Y’all, yes, yes, uhh

Junction, junction

A-well I’m drankin on yak while I’m dippin off in that ‘llac (‘llac)

The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that crack

Be layin them College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)

Livin the life of pimps steadily makin this paper stack

Niggas don’t understand the master plan, crumble yo’ herb man

’til they start kickin the do’ in, then we ready to blast dem

Out (Out) like ‘Kast (‘Kast) we bout, to crash (crash)

So mayday, may Dre, knock ’em up off they ass boi

We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those

People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot

Right up they sleeve you won’t believe they deceive like weave

Thieves can’t break in your crib and leave in that good life too

So gimme me and then I’m straight, as eight-oh-five

See, blindfolds can’t cover three eyes

We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know

Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin fo’? Yeah

Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home

In the junction, in the junction

Don’t you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce

Junction, junction

To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims

‘Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend

Y’all, yes, yes, uhh

Junction, junction

Well like flip-flops and football socks

A nigga be rockin the mic like birthdays

Lil’ Jon and Ser-cy, so are you wor-thy?

I’m callin yo’ ass a flawed pimp

Yappin about this crew you run wit

Bankhead bouncin to that dumb shit

So what mo’ can you come wit?

Yes, they can bite, but cannot be us

They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us

You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in “My Adidas”

So Run like D.M.C. is me and no, don’t got no heater

Well we zippin around the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln

I got my heat up under my seat

Just in case these youngsters tryin to take it

Pullin the pistol on another black man was never the plot

But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot

Well, they come like black stallions in the night

Usually around fo’ or five, is when they figure the time is right

When you good and sleep, I couldn’t sleep until I seen it

Wit my own eyes, ’til they come over the hill – surprised

Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home

In the junction, in the junction

Don’t you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce

Junction, junction

To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims

‘Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend

Y’all, yes, yes, uhh

Junction, junction