Ghetto Musick (feat. André 3000) Lyrics
Turn me up, don't turn me down
Cut me up, don't let me down
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Find a way to get in, to fit in the ghetto, you get out, wit out a dime
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
With a frown on my face
In the place to be, (in the place to be) and not to be at the same time
G-h-e-t-t-o-m-u-s-i-c-k stay down
O-u-t-k-a-s-t (oooh yeah) just know that we won't play round
If feet don't stank like they stank then they can't swallow dat down
Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us
You dig in, dig out, you get out
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Find a way to get in, the fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Feeling good, feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?
I just want you to know, how I feel
Feeling good feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?
As my grandmama ettamay here and she show me
How to be the smooth operator, dominator in the state of Georgia
Hip hops there to destroy ya
Leave a mother fucker open like a foyer
He from the dirt now here come the paranoia
Although you couldn't have jacked the disrespect
The technique, sweat meet, wipe off the sweat
Fight off the shit and flush the waste down
The pipes of my life flow deep into the ground
Why my purpose on the surface of this earth is
Plan it, standards, trust and the purpose
Campaign in vein for the same lame fame, people obtain, you ought to be detained
By the hip hop sheriff, locked up
no possibility of getting out cause the shit you make is killing me and my ears, and my peers
I hear the end is near, no fear
we disappear, then reappear again in a fresh new light
I hope its peaceful and cloudy cause if its not we gotta fight like, fight like
O-u-t-k-a-s-t just know that we won't play round
If feet don't stank like they stank then they can't swallow dat down
Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us
You dig in, dig out, you get out
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Find a way to get in, the fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Feeling good, feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?
I just want you to know, how I feel
Feeling good feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?
I don't think this song has an actual meaning, but I like the way it's all put together. It's a great dance song.
yer i agree no meaning really its just a cool song i love big boi's rap after the chick sings that whole part just sounds awesome
uh huh...yeah wateva....(haha..."gansta" talk..lol...) listen to VANESSA CARLTON...now thats REAL "musick"...haha..crack my self up! lol..lmao..:P
what....the....fuck....vanessa....
vanessa..carlton.... that was a joke right? Like in "White Chicks".. in the car? Please tell me you are joking.The video is great Outkast is like a refreshing break from all these hyped up rappers now. (not that i don't listen to them) Peace.
Are you guys crazy? This song has plenty of meaning.
"Climbing out this hole
With a frown on my face
In the place to be, and not to be at the same time"
With much respect to his roots, he's talking about people's tendency to judge Outkast by attempting to lock them into a certain genre of music. Just because they came from the hood, people think that they should be thugs and all about hip hop. Just because they rap, people want to pigeonhole them as 'rappers'. Well they're not, they are artists. When he says, "I just want you to know how I feel", he's basically saying what does it matter how the package is presented, I just want the freedom to express myself through music in a way that feels good to me, without all of the labels.
You guys need to take another listen.
I thought it was more like "we understand you want to get out of the hood, but the only way you can get out of the hood is pretending like you love the hood".
I thought it was more like "we understand you want to get out of the hood, but the only way you can get out of the hood is pretending like you love the hood".
They start selling their musical creativity for a meal ticket, anything they can do, sample the same beats, use the same old, tired "I beat my hoes" approach to music, so they can get out of the hood.
They start selling their musical creativity for a meal ticket, anything they can do, sample the same beats, use the same old, tired "I beat my hoes" approach to music, so they can get out of the hood.
also hes denouncing cookie cutter rap. "all competing in vain for the same lame fame" and the shit you make is killing me and my my ears and my peers"
Forget OutKast AND Vanessa Carlton, Colbie Callat is where it's at!