OutKast
Royal Flush
[Intro: Big Boi]
Yeah-yeah

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
I am the wrong n***a to cross and the first n***a to jam
With the AK-cuatro siete over microphone in hand
Goddamn, Generation uno, Dungeon Fam
The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass
I laugh when you think that you have seen the last
But it's only the beginnin', my n***a, don't be so fast
Mash gas or slow it down to a screechin' halt
Impeach the President 'cause he don't think before he talk
Iraq, goddamn, now he gunnin' for Iran
North Korea got that shit that make LA look like Japan
Our land, nah man, more like the Caribbean
Billy Ocean, bodies floatin', take a voyage to Atlantis

[Chorus: Ronald Isley]
I'll always come back to you (Break)

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
They sellin' glass, lean blastin', machinery swing past
Next stop, Bowling Green, bling flashin'
Glow my ass off, po-po, they try to harass
My dough, ching cash, and I sit in my castle, bent
You know the W that come from Dirty Bast
Bird baths, love to stunt, we got burners with gas
Fly past, buy NASA, caught up with the cash
Why blast when you know we in your crib? Bypass
I mastered (What?), the treasurer of gettin' ass
Whip Aston, red pipe and leather, slick nasty
Sassy (Shit), but at the same time raspy
Plug me a thug, your mother eatin' plaster
[Chorus: Ronald Isley]
I'll always come back to you (Break)

[Verse 3: André 3000]
Styles will change, they say change is dang–
Erous as a King standing on the terrace
While his partner pointing up at the riflemen
Coward shooter, never know when your life will end
Then live like there ain't no 'morrow
And if one come, then this the motto
Now I put message in bottle
You go to the nearest beach and open your car door
And walk to the place where the sea meets the land
Yeah, it's easier to run the street than walk in the sand
Hey, I'm talkin', young man, as if chalk in my hand
I will take y'all little ass to school
It's cool when the kids call me Sunny, the hood calls me Stacks
The B's call me honey, Hollywood calls me back
Crack and I have a lot in common
We both come up in the '80s and we keep that bass pumpin'
That's a negative comparison, embarrassin'
Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate
The streets consider you lame
Ha, I thought the name of the game was to have a better life
I guess it ain't, what a shame
I don't slang, never slung, but I'm one with the slum
That has a name well fitting, plenty cheese getting
No wonder why they call it the trap, so watch your tail
And I'm not kidding, the rats and mice would give advice
They say, "You can paint and draw, get out of here
Go show 'em that we're more than slangin' raw"
That's when I broke into my Big Rube impression
And I tried to enlighten, but that night I learned a lesson
That the morals that you think you got go out the window
When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo Wiis
And your child is down on her knees
Praying hard up to God for a Whopper with cheese
Do you B, hit the street hard with a flair?
Or do you A, go to school for heatin' and air?
Dare make an honest livin' or make a crooked killin'
Or do a bit of both until you're holdin' on a million?
Brilliant, you got one foot in, one foot out
You put your left foot back in and then you shake it all about
You do the hokey pokey 'til you turn your life around
That's what it's all about, 3000 out
[Chorus: Ronald Isley]
I'll always come back to you (Break)