A Life In The Of Benjamin Andre(Incomplete)

作词:André 3000

作曲:André 3000

所属专辑:Speakerboxxx/The Love Below(Clean)

标签: 酒吧 英语 嘻哈


歌曲名 A Life In The of Benjamin Andre (Incomplete) 歌手名 OutKast



I met you in a club

in Atlanta Georgia

Said me and my homeboy

were coming out with an album

You looked at me

like yeah nigga right

But you gave me you number

anyway you were on the talcum

Powder how's about them oranges

Moved away from home to school

with big plans

By day studied the history of music

By night just to pay for

that shit you'd dance

To get your pants

was a mission impossible

We were both the same age but I

Suppose wasn't on the same page

but in The same book of life

so I'd paged you when

I felt you that

were getting off of work

Or either when you're

on your way to school

We starting hanging

like Ernie and Bert

And in my idle head

I'm thinking cool

Just when I think

I'm going down your shirt

You're hiking up your skirt now

The events that followed

had me volley

If your hometown would be

heaven or hell

The angelic nastiness

you possessed made you

By far the best

therefore hard to tell

You'd dropped me off

by the dungeon

Never came in

but I knew

that you were wondering

Now are these niggaz

in this house up to something

Selling crack sack by sacks

so they could function

Well yes and no yes

we were selling it

but no it wasn't blow

Cook it in the basement

then move it at a show

Then grab the microphone

and everybody yelled a

Meanwhile the video starts playing

BET college radio and a van

Packed full of niggaz

with a blunt in their hand

And one in their ear

you know what I'm saying

But I kept your number

in my old phone

Got a new chip flip

with the roam roam

So it took me a minute

to retrieve seven digits

But I promised I would call you

when I got home

But when I got home I never did

By the time I did heard

that you had a kid

By some nigga in Decatur

who replied see you later

When he got the good news

that's life shit

Now I'm nineteen with a Cadillac

My nigga had a Lex

with the gold pack

Got a plaque

but I'm living with my pop pop

So I got glock and a low jack

You kinda fast for that

fella in class who used to draw

And never said much

'cause half of what he saw

Was so far from that place

you wanna be

That words only fucked it up more

follow me

Are you starting to gather

what I'm getting at

Now if I'm losing you tell me

then I'll double back

But keep in mind at the time

'Keep it real' was the phrase

Silly once said now

but those were the days

When spring break

and Daytona and Freakniks

Made you wanna drop

out of college

and never go back

Move to the South

but that ain't a Kodak

Moment on went myself

and Big Boi

Well you knew him as Twan

That's right you were around

before this shit begun

When Twan had a daughter and

Sort of was made to mature

before the first tour

We hit the road like Jack

Laughed and cried

and drived it back with some Yak

Girls used to say Y'all talk funny

y'all from the islands

And I'd laughed

and they just keep smiling

No I'm from Atlanta baby

he from Savannah maybe

We should hook up

and get tore up

and then lay down hey we

Got to go

because the bus is pulling out

in 30 minutes

She's playing tennis

disturbing the tenants

15 love fit like glove description

is like 15 doves

In a Jacuzzi

catching the Holy Ghost

Making one woozy in the head

and comatose agree

Enough about me

how's about you How's the lil' kid

She was about 2

the last time we spoke

I hadn't smoked

or took a shot of drink

'Cause I'd start the 2nd album

off on another note

Now that note threw some niggaz

in the hood off

But see I'd balled out and

before I fall out

I'd slow my Lac down

to a nice speed

The brain is that fried egg

I might need

New direction was apparent

I was a child

looking at the floor staring

So changing my style

was like release for the primitive beast


I was on the rise yeast was the street

To make bread never primary concern

Just to hop on these beats

and wait my turn

I'd meet Muslims

ganstas bitches rastas

And macaroni niggaz imposter's

So on a trip to New York

on some beeswax

I get invited to a club where MC's at

And on stage is a singer

with some thing on her head

Similar to the turban

that I covered up my dredz with

Which I was rocking at the time

When I was going through them

phases trying to find

Anything that seemed real in the world

Still searching

but I started liking this girl

Now you know her

as Erykah on and on Badu

Call Tyrone on the phone why you

Do that girl like that

boy you ought to be ashamed

The song wasn't about me

and that ain't my name

We're young in love

in short we had fun

No regrets no abortion had a son

by the name of Seven and he's five

By the time I do this mix

he'll probably be six

You do the arithmetic

me do the language arts

Y'all stand against the wall

blindfolded me throw the darts

To poke you in the heart

and take you from the start

To one luxury transportation

and a Marta card

Or either when your girlfriend

that went to Mays

Momma or her daddy

let her borrow the Benz

because she's smart

Or maybe if your neighbor

does you a huge favor

And he sells you that rabbit

that's been sitting in his yard

You fix it up you trick it out

you give it rims

you give it bump

You give it all your time

because that's all

you can think about

And that's what I got