Wheelz of Steel Lyrics by Outkast

Wheelz of Steel Lyrics

    Intro: Big Boi

    Uhh
    As I sit in my b-boy stance
    With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants
    We finna enhance your brain, check it out

    Verse One: Big Boi, Andre

    Once upon a time not long ago
    When the playa from the Pointe didn't have no flow
    A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin to the sto'
    Caught a nigga slippin, but now I lay it to the flo'
    just like carbon, cuz I got the heat in my rhythm
    Momma nay not, never braggin just to stay knot
    Even when I was a younger lad I learned my lesson
    Never talked to strangers in the trap and answered questions

    The Pope and his folks got us under a scope
    But for unknown reasons cuz we don't sell dope
    That you distribute, we don't contribute, to your clandestine
    activity, my soliloquoy, may be hard for some to swallow
    But so is cod liver oil
    You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
    Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
    Boa constricted, on my soul that they call

    Chorus: Andre

    Touched by the wheelz of steel...
    Now show me how you feel...
    Touched by the wheelz of steel...
    Now show me how you feel...

    Verse Two: Big Boi, Andre

    It took your momma nine months to make it
    But it only took a nigga thirty minutes to take it
    Cut that kronk clean up I did, but I did so not safely
    Don't want no AIDS, *clapping* no claps, or no rabies

    Yo, we take no shit, like ummm, stopped up commodes
    Gotta collect call, they done locked up my folks
    Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle
    We won't be able to ride out till two thousand fo'

    But not for long cuz we got a better sack to serve
    Tryin to take you other people for your rims at the curb
    Fore you swerve and bust ya forehead, go head, go head
    More head for me, while you ride to the beat

    Drop, like Tears, like For Fears, you know
    Shout Shout let it all out, just for my peers
    And pupils who feel like it's time to unwind
    Like December 31st, on nineteen-ninety-nine

    Chorus

    Verse Three: Andre

    Okay, like this, yeah yeah
    One time for my boy doing King shit
    Two times for Legit and it don't quit
    Three times for my folks in the drop top
    Four times OutKast and it don't stop
    One time for my cuz doing Queen thangs
    Dead fresh to the teeth eatin chicken wings
    Three times for my guhls in the beauty shop
    Four times OutKast and it don't stop

    *long interlude, Chorus again (fades)*

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