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Outkast - Spaghetti Junction (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Boi
Big Boi
Vocals
André 3000
André 3000
Vocals
Sleepy Brown
Sleepy Brown
Background Vocals
Myrna "Skreechy Peach" Crenshaw
Myrna "Skreechy Peach" Crenshaw
Background Vocals
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
Programming
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
Patrick Brown
Patrick Brown
Songwriter
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
Songwriter
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Producer
Jarvis Blackshear
Jarvis Blackshear
Recording Engineer
Derrick Williams
Derrick Williams
Recording Engineer
John Frye
John Frye
Recording Engineer
Manuel K. Morris
Manuel K. Morris
Assistant Recording Engineer
Josh Butler
Josh Butler
Mixing Engineer
Vincent Alexander
Vincent Alexander
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Spaghetti Junction
Yes, yes
Elope, ski slopes
Damn
Yeah, check it out
[Verse 1]
**** elope with ski slopes and fall like avalanches
Tooting like it's cool, you's a fool and I can't just
Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame
My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain
When it starts to fall
[Verse 2]
Looking like Miss Pac-Man, hammers and vogues and cat-man
I'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing 'bout that, man
The **** the B-I-G is high and fly like Value Jet
You thinking about the beating, this my ends is never met, ****
[Verse 3]
Black man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke
Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch
And talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes
Yeah, they kick a ****'s door down
'Cause it ain't no dope on the streets
[Verse 4]
A quarter pound of feet weed is all a **** like me need
Talking about that Southern Sess', ****, you all up in that mess
But never shall you test and never shall you quit
Running up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothing but dead, ****
[Chorus]
Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction)
Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction)
To all you players, play your brims, and you hustlers, chrome your rims
'Llac and pimps and macks, I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uh (Junction, junction)
[Verse 5]
Check it, well I'm drinking on 'gnac while I'm dipping off in that 'Llac
The junkies around my way are always smoking up on that crack
Be laying them College Park hoes flat on they backs
Living the life of pimps, steadily making this paper stack
**** don't understand the master plan, crumble your herb, man
Till they start kicking the door in, then we ready to blast
Them Out like Kast, we 'bout to crash
So mayday, may Dré, knock 'em up off they ass, boy
[Verse 6]
We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those
People got, we forgot, they always gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve, you won't believe
They deceive like weak thieves
Can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too
So gimme me, and then I'm straight
As eight-oh-five, see, blindfolds can't cover three eyes
We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know
Heaven is the only good life, so what you striving for?
[Chorus]
Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction)
Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction)
To all you players, play your brims, and you hustlers, chrome your rims
'Llac and pimps and macks, I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uh
[Verse 7]
Check this shit out though
Well, wet like flip-flops and football socks
A **** be rocking the mic like birthdays
Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?
I'm calling your ass a flop, pimp yapping about this crew you run with
Bankhead bouncing to that dumb shit
So what more can you come with?
[Verse 8]
Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us
They can come and pick up little slang, but cannot see us
You ought to be ashamed trying to fit in my Adidas
So run like DMC, is me and, no, don't got no heater
[Verse 9]
Well, we zipping around the corner in that golden stinking Lincoln
I got my heat up under my seat, just in case these youngsters try to take it
Pulling the pistol on another black man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose they-selves and try to take my spot
[Verse 10]
They come like black stallions in the night
Usually around four or five, that's when they figure the time is right
When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen them
With my own eyes, here they come over the hill, surprise
[Chorus]
Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction)
Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction)
To all you players, play your brims, and you hustlers, chrome your rims
'Llac and pimps and macks, I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uh (Junction, junction)
Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Organized Noize
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