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letra de outkast - t. hayes

[verse 1]
word on the street, ya’ll been diggin treasure island
told yall bout a story that i wish i kept in private
had to get it off my chest, been workin so long
i been writing these songs, but never bout “island”
i don’t think i’ll take it back, can’t erase the past anyway
mind racing fast, i been racing laps, talladega
my homies chasin -ss, i been racing past b-tches daily
but i’m always lookin back, hoping that they -ss is heavyweighted
whoa, i’m a real n-gg- for real
if you ain’t know where i’m from it’s where them n-gg-s get k!lled
it seem like where i’m living now i don’t fit in for real
and all the people that i know they like to tell me chill
i’m either not that really hood, or i’m too hood for them
and the way i like to talk, and the way i like to walk
and the rap that i be b-mpin, it’s amusin to them
and these stories from my hood its confusing to them
they don’t understand

[hook: (x2)]
i’m an outkast
you ain’t livin you ain’t bout that
you ain’t spittin you ain’t bout rap
that’s what they tell me when i walk past
they think i care but i’m in the game to outlast
f-ck them n-gg-s talk trash yeah

[verse 2]
started from the bottom now we here man
f-ck them n-gg-s now we livin with the white man
f-ck the crips and bloods, f-ck the hips and thugs
f-ck narcotics and drugs, we got the klu klux klan
i’m the under estimated, unaffiliated
inferiated, got the skin most hated
back in 7th grade had b-tches playin in my fro
and now i drop a hot track and everybody want some mo
cute n-gg- in the halls, that’s me walkin with my baby face
do not get it twisted when it comes to d-cks don’t play no games
i can live my whole life off of stereotypes
and all these b-tches livin here i’d never marry yo type
it seem like everyday they get fed more silver spoons
never wear the same clothes and hawaii every june
they be gifted nice cars then they wreck it too soon
ignorance ain’t bliss it’s more like b-tches from my school

[verse 3]
3 verse i’m on, 3 times the charm
3 n-gg-s in here better ring the alarm
i’m an outkast, you ain’t livin you ain’t bout that
you ain’t spittin n-gg- you ain’t bout rap
everybody keep on talkin, watchin, lookin at me
if you got a problem then, go ahead handle it
if you ain’t got shit to say, then let your vision ricochet
and keep on talkin with them n-gg-s that you standing wit
cuz
i know you heard about me and you got jealousy
about all the shit i did and you weren’t there to see
about how i ain’t got no money, about how i ain’t got no rollie
yet i’m still getting hunnies, and all these b-tches think i’m funny
let me do me and let you do you
if yo girl here i’ll do her too
i could go on for long but this verse is almost gone
homie throw me in the whip and let this song go on, like

- t hayes

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