Snappin’ and Trappin’ OutKast (Ft. J-Sweet & Killer Mike)
"Snappin’ and Trappin’" by OutKast (Ft. J-Sweet & Killer Mike), released in 2003, blends #HipHop and Southern rap. The lyrics explore themes of street life, resilience, and the hustle culture, showcasing the struggles and triumphs of urban living. Its unique elements include innovative beats and clever wordplay, reflecting OutKast's cultural influence in redefining hip-hop.
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Our shit don't mix like yay and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
Show soldier ass niggas
I'm murder city's Sargeant Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber
I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker
The pussy wrecker and White Water couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to never swiss cheese for more cheddar
I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters
What up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather
I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em
Niggas know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list
Banana niggas need to split
Quit fucking with this thorough Atlanta clique
This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it
One muthafuckin' verse and already it's a classic
One muthafuckin' verse and already it's a classic
Killer Mike, nigga!
[Chorus: Big Boi]
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth
Our shit don't mix like yay and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
Show soldier ass niggas
I'm murder city's Sargeant Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber
I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker
The pussy wrecker and White Water couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to never swiss cheese for more cheddar
I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters
What up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather
I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em
Niggas know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list
Banana niggas need to split
Quit fucking with this thorough Atlanta clique
This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it
One muthafuckin' verse and already it's a classic
One muthafuckin' verse and already it's a classic
Killer Mike, nigga!
[Chorus: Big Boi]
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over K.B. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth
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