Snappin’ & Trappin’ Songtext
von OutKast feat. Killer Mike & J‐Sweet

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 Sergeant 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′s 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

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

My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top
A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons prepare
I′m not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop

Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I′m only poppin' tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit′ my feet up
I'ma eat up anybody who tests this, I′m blessed with
Super human powers, poke your chest in (you, you)


The next of kin gone be the first one like some Mexicans to buck
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you is in church
And I'm the deacon speakin′ while ya tweakin'
The preacher preachin', reachin′, teachin′ speakin', being, breathin′

You're not, your clock stops, and now you′re laying in a pretty box
And now the pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life
Your brother fuckin′ your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate

It's too late (late, late)
'Cause you hate (hate), you hate (you hate)
It′s too late (late), ′cause you hate ('cause you hate)
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, (what you wanna do? who want some?)

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

Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch
Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick
Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks
Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus

Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy
Ol′ girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat baby
Goop Goober, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground
Now you're doing the Dirty South, know what I′m talkin' about

Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about (tell me)
But fuck that, I′m looking for love all in her mouth
Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches
Need her to take cat beatings and throat punches

Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures
We two of the dopest mic controllers
Stack big bank, honey folders

Even with rollers, I'm trying to told ya
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks of Lemon-lime
Lip gloss on your lavender lape
Ls leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind's expanding
Readily rappin′ and snappin′, snappin' and trappin′, that's just what′s happening

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

A whey you want come dis, when you know you nuh fit
You better move you bombo before me start trip
Nuff a them a talk OutKast, nuff a them a trip
Nuff a them come in like a bitch whey wear slip

A J-Sweet me name an' me already Chris
A OutKast me spar wid, so boy nuh try this (me-say)
If you this boy shot knaw go miss
Gun shot a go teck you just like fits (me-say)

Boy hear me song an′ thought a remix
Brand-new tune platinum hits (me-say)
We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch
OutKast (me-say) J-Sweet, Killer Mike gon' run and switch like no bitch (me-say)
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike gon′ run and switch like no bitch (me-say)
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