Random Lyrics & Sample: OutKast – Claimin’ True


Rockin’ with the iTunes on shuffle today, I came across one of my favorite jams from OutKast’s Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik that I had to share with all my fellow hip-hop heads.

On “Claimin’ True,” Big Boi and Andre spit that real ish that permeated their early catalog. This here track is a fine example of the lyrical onslaught that the duo was will always be capable of whenever they stepped into the Dungeon. Quotables abound.

As previously noted, Organized Noize Productions interpolated Steve Miller Band’s “The Window” for the gritty instrumental. As Busta Rhymes would say, this one breaks your neck.

Check the song and original below, then the lyrics after the jump. Enjoy!

OutKast – Claimin’ True

Sample: Steve Miller Band – The Window

Hit the jump for the lyrics.


[Big Boi]
Well it is I, the pimp playin’ aggin that you heard about
Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses
I got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I fuck with
And very awesome pops my trunk swift
I’ve been a player since the age of two
That’s when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk
Do how them hustlers do
See born and raised as a pimp, that’s what I claim to be
Always claimin’ true to what I do and then fuck what I see

I pledge allegiance to the streets, that’s where I growed up
And made my money ‘cuz my daddy never showed up
But fuck it, I’m on my own, I’m in my zone
Ain’t nothin’ wrong, you don’t belong, you left me standing alone
Yeah, I’m the aggin with the feather in my hat
Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that
But you ain’t know I’m the one dippin’ and dodgin’ bullets
The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin’ to pull it
So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore
They were my idols when I was a kid
From nappy head, greasy face, eatin’ watermelon
To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon

Chorus: Repeat 2x

I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt, that’s how I paid my dues

Uh, 1-2-3, that’s how it be
So all the real aggins step up like the playas that’s in back of me

[Andre 3000]
All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin’ over me?
Growin’ up a little G, my mama thought I’d grow to be
A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin’ harder
Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten
This ain’t no secret garden, so you fly when aggins flee
If it is one of my own, I’m lettin’ the trigger be
‘Cuz I got love for any aggin who got love for me
And then I get a slap of dap for aggins slangin’ quarter keys
Just tryin’ to make it, then of age, come through, take it
I ain’t forgot about y’all women who be workin’ aggins butt-naked
At Magic City, shakin’ titties just to pay the rent
Lord, tryin’ to hustle must be somethin’ that was heaven sent
But I ain’t got no sense, that’s what I got them thinkin’

I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin’
‘Cuz I be takin’ the rough side of the mountain
If you cross my path, I’ll leave you drainin’ like a fountain

Yes it’s been like that since way back, in 1975
Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive
So little batty bwoy better say your prayers

You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya

Chorus: Repeat 4x

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