Image 01 Image 02 Image 03 Image 04 Image 05 Image 06 Image 07
  
Sign Up
Forgot Password?
 
Login:
Enter your password:

For ringtones, type song title, artist ot music style. For pictures, type a description:
 
   Most Popular!
 Latest
 Pop - Dance
 Rap - Hip Hop
 R&B - Soul
 Rock
 Heavy Metal
 TV Film
 Country - Folk
 80s - Oldies
 Seasonal
 Anthems Patriotic
 Fun
 Classical - Opera
 Latin
 Sports - Football
 Name Tones
 Celebrity Tones
 Video Games
 Wake Up Tones
 Sound Effects
 Reggae & Ska

Like us on Facebook
Browse by Artist/Band:
0-9 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Lyrics » O » Outkast » Claimin' True
 
Claimin' True
by Outkast
 
Print LyricsPRINT LYRICS Send it to a friendSEND IT TO A FRIEND Send it as ringtone to your cellphone SEND OUTKAST
RINGTONES TO YOUR CELLPHONE

[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
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
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, to big felon

[chorus: repeat 2X]

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

[Dre]
All 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 fly when 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 when I'm 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: repeat 4X]



 

Subscribe to Ringophone newsletter:
Be the first to know about our new cool ringtones, get free stuff and other goodies!

Enter your email:


Funny quote of the day:
Some drink at the fountain of knowledge. Others just gargle.


Artist names for identification only
Ringophone.com supports the music composers
and pays copyright fees for all ringtone downloads.

About ringtone copyrights


Affiliate Program : Promote ringophone and make money.
 
2001-2014 by Ringophone.com. All Rights Reserved. Terms of use. Privacy Policy.

Sponsored links

Amazing, Free Karaoke Player
Make Flash Menus in seconds
Download Unlimited Ringtones
Realtime wav to MIDI converter
Make Flash Text Effects in Seconds
Get Song Lyrics
Slow Down Audio, Change Pitch and More
Create web Slide Shows of your photos