text: Clue 
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  Clue ...
  New Outkast
  For my dirty South Niggas
  Out of the basement
  Out of the dungeon
  Look at Georgia boys
  What have you done to them?
  Rippin and sippin
  Pimpin and clippin
  And trimmin up all the women
  Im swimming
  But its odd to me your words are kind of drippin
  Im trippin
  Your flows non-existant bitches missin
  Like Eric Robert Rudolf
  Or Puss in boots with his boots off
  Howdy doo boss
  Check the southern slang boy I got a true drawl
  From East Pointe to New York
  Its OutKast and clue yall
  Howdy doo, yall 
  Who can rip like this
  Punchaneller, Punchaneller
  Oh Outkast and DJ Clue
  Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
  I got the doo-wops and the fellas
  Fuck the Haters and the Heathers
  Like my flows and hos alike
  Cuz everything is 9 or better
  Who can rip like this
  Punchaneller, Punchaneller
  Oh Outkast and DJ Clue
  Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
  I got the doo-wops and the fellas
  Fuck the Haters and the Heathers
  Like my flows and hos alike
  Cuz everything is 9 or better
  Pissin in the wind
  Or shootin in the dark
  Out on a blind date
  Maybe fucking in the park
  Without a rubber on
  We are not alone
  When I was younger songs
  Had more fucking meaning 
  Now we are fiendin for the new-new doo-doo
  Stankonians activate that part of you that dont mo-ove
  You think youre gettin closer but you dont have a clue
  Who only plays niness and tens on the 1 and 2s
  Hook 
  We can do it too
  Funkanella, funkanella
  Allow me to remove your crew of those Iceburg sweaters
  Boy Ive never seen soft punch a fella
  I remain in, the company of insane men
  I be the reason niggas in the jeeps will tuck they chains in
  Keep it swingin
  Why you trippin
  Hey we brothers
  Im like why you sniffin
  I got a snort habit motherfuckers!!
  Niggas up the ante
  But all your high yella heffa, got you up her panties
  Leave bitch niggas naked like Dangelo
  Crying and close to dying on they grandmas flo
  If you tell us where the dope at then I promise we go
  Stop crying, stop praying where the yeh at ho
  Dont you dare scream Jesus I can snuff your mouth
  Money, dope, you let these D boys move out your house
  From Red Oak to Red Hook, Im theme music for crooks
  Michael from Adamsville with a murderous look
  Leave you shook and nigga Punchenella, punchenella
  I urge to Rob, rob-a-Fella, rob-a-fella
  Break {Speaking}
  Ayo rob that fellow man
  And give me his god damn jewelry nigga
  Hell yeah nigga
  Strip down, strip buck naked for a nigga
  Get that for it nigga
  Strip nigga
  Yeah
  Black on pop nigga
  {gunshots}
  Man fuck that nigga
  Who can rip like this
  Punchaneller, Punchaneller
  Oh Outkast and DJ Clue
  Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
  I got the doo-wops and the fellas
  Fuck the Haters and the Heathers
  Like my flows and hos alike
  Cuz everything is 9 or better
  Now Slimm aint havin it
  A DF advocate
  Bustin with Kast and Clue
  Now Calhoun with a matic means
  Shit can get tragic, mufucka
  So what you gon do
  Its the deal pushing flash pan
  The big deal change
  Im working up
  Two in the back
  Tocked out in the main
  Keep this thing blowin for the heathers and the hatas
  Just got off the caper for the case in Decatur
  Now I stacked up and sacked up in the back to the block
  With eight bars to the heart
  To asert it I chop
  Keep working with 24 in the Glock
  Major deep game, aquamini and Roc
  Who can rip like this
  Punchaneller, Punchaneller
  Oh Outkast and DJ Clue
  Aquemini and Roc-A-fella
  I got the doo-wops and the fellas
  Fuck the Haters and the Heathers
  Like my flows and hos alike
  Cuz everything is 9 or better
  Who can rip like this
  Punchaneller, Punchaneller
  Oh Outkast DJ Clue
  Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
  I got the doo-wops and the fellas
  Fuck the Haters and the Heathers
  Like my flows and hos alike
  Cuz everything is 9 or better
  Hook 
  DJ Clue yall
  Hard Knock Life backstage
  Cmon