Lyrics: OUTKAST "CLAIMIN' TRUE" (0/2)

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Claimin' True

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Claimin' True

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Version 2 of the lyrics

Well, it is I, the pimp playin' nigga that you heard about

[Big Boi]

Well it is I, the pimp playin nigga that you heard about

Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses

I got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I fuck with

I buy amps that pops my trunk swift

I've been a player since the age of two

That's when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk

Do how them hoe sellers do

See born and raised as a pimp, that's what I claim to be

Always claimin' true to what I do and then fuck what I see

Always claimin true to what I do and then fuck what I see

I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up

And make my money 'cuz my daddy never showed up

And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up

But fuck it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone

And nothin' wrong, you don't belong, you left me standing alone

And nothin wrong, you don't belong, you left me standing alone

Yeah, I'm the nigga with the feather in my hat

Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that

But you ain't know I'm the one dippin' and dodgin' bullets

But you ain't know I'm the one dippin and dodgin bullets

The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin' to pull it

The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin to pull it

So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore

They were my idols when I was a kid

From nappy head, greasy face, eatin' watermelon

From nappy head, greasy face, eatin watermelon

To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon

To drug dealer, armed robber, now convicted felon

I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes

[chorus x2]

I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues

Uh, 1 2 3, that's how it be

I wonder how you would be actin' if you was in my shoes

So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that's in back of me

I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes

I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues

Uh, 1 2 3, that's how it be

Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be

So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that's in back of me

All Heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin' over me

[Dre]

Growin' up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow to be

All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin over me

A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin' harder

Growin up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow to be

A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin harder

Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten

This ain't no secret garden, so you fly when niggaz flee

This ain't no secret garden, so you flower niggaz flee

If it is one of my own, I'm lettin' the trigger be

If it is one of my own, I'm lettin the trigger be

'Cuz I got love for any nigga who got love for me

Cuz I got love for any nigga who got love for me

And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slangin' quarter keys

And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slangin quarter keys

Just tryin to make it, then of age, come through, take it

Just tryin' to make it, then of age, come through, take it

I ain't forgot about y'all women who be workin niggaz butt naked

I ain't forgot about y'all women who be workin' niggaz butt naked

At Magic City, shakin titties just to pay the rent

At Magic City, shakin' titties just to pay the rent

Lord, tryin to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sent

Lord, tryin' to hustle must be somethin' that was heaven sent

But I ain't got no sense, that's what I got them thinkin

But I ain't got no sense, that's what I got them thinkin'

I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin

I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin'

Cuz I be takin the rough side of the mountain

If you cross my path, I'll leave you drainin like a fountain

'Cuz I be takin' the rough side of the mountain

Yes it's been like that since way back, in 1975

If you cross my path, I'll leave you drainin' like a fountain

Yes, it's been like that since way back in 1975

Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive

So little botty boy better say your prayers

So little botty bwoy better say your prayers

You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya

I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes

[chorus x4]

I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues

Uh, 1 2 3, that's how it be

So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that's in back of me

I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes

I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues

Uh, 1 2 3, that's how it be

So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that's in back of me

I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes

I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues

Uh, 1 2 3, that's how it be

So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that's in back of me

I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes

I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues

Uh, 1 2 3, that's how it be

So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that's in back of me

I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes

So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that's in back of me

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