OUTKAST Lyrics, CLAIMIN' TRUE (v.3)

OutKast Claimin' True Lyrics:

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[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
I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up
And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up
But fuck it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone
Ain't 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
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
To drug dealer, armed robber, now convicted felon

[chorus x2]
I wonder how you would be actin' 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

[Dre]
Our heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin over me
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 flower niggaz flee
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
And then I get a slap of dap for niggaz slangin quarter keys
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
At Magic City, shakin titties just to pay the rent
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
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
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 bwoy better say your prayers
You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya

[chorus x4]

	Claimin' True lyrics, OutKast related songs
	1. Juicy j → Like a pimp 2. Jay-z → More money, more cash, more hoes (remix) 3. Spice 1 → Sucka ass niggas 4. Digital underground → Good thing we're rappin 5. Juvenile → Tha hood (it's all good) 6. Hot boys → Tha hood (it's all good) 7. T.i. → My life 8. Rick ross → We shinin' 9. Eightball → Stripes 10. B.g. → So much death 11. Scarface → Lettin' em know 12. 50 cent → As the world turns 13. Baby aka the #1 stunna → Won't be coming back 14. Beanie sigel → Anything - featuring jay-z 15. Master p → Back up off me 16. Dmx → Shot down 17. Chamillionaire → Smack dvd freestyle 18. Lil' wayne, birdman → Get that money 19. Birdman, lil' wayne → Get that money 20. Bone thugs n harmony → Clog up yo mind