Outkast - Claimin' True lyrics

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

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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

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