Bowtie
OutKast Lyrics


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Girl you cut up
Girl you know you cut up

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the Gangsta Mack
In the Cadillac, (yeah)

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the Gangsta Mack
In the Cadillac, (yeah)

Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cummerbund with no suspenders
My torpedo, you libido
Need to chat (chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze)
I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys
To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this
Smack on smack on some of this dick Tracy
Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker
You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor
Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream
She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things
Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze)
In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where I's

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the Gangsta Mack
In the Cadillac, (yeah)

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the Gangsta Mack
In the Cadillac, (yeah)

Oh, Lord, wow can it be so hard?
To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique
You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak
Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that
But it takes years of perseverance and experience to get that cat!
So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with some of that
On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack!
As we strut skip the line through the glass window glance
We look fine, right on time
As we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've come to play
Everybody's watching cause them furs just hit the door
While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floor
To the V.I.P. Where we proceed to give you what you need
Throw your hands up if you feel me
Throw your hands up if you feel me
'Cause we well designed, like the finest wine
Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why
I got the ladies in line, because they can't deny
So raise your hands to the sky cause we super fly

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the Gangsta Mack
In the Cadillac, (yeah)

Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the Gangsta Mack
In the Cadillac, (yeah)

I mind my own business (ooh)
Don't jive with me, jive with me (don't play no games)
I mind my own business
Don't jive with me, jive with me, sucka (I don't play with with nobody business)
I mind my own business (I mind my own)
Don't jive with me, jive with me (I don't play around)
I mind my own business (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Don't jive with me, jive with me (ayy, ayy)
(Ohh, yeah)





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Overall Meaning

In “Bowtie,” Outkast delivers a song about flaunting their luxurious lifestyle and commanding attention wherever they go. The lyrics depict Andre 3000 and Big Boi wearing crocodile skin shoes and fox fur coats, topped off with a bowtie around their neck. The Gangsta Mack persona they adopt is all about exuding confidence and swag, which they do effortlessly.


The verses are full of clever wordplay and internal rhymes as they rap about their dressing game, the effect it has on women, and how their presence is always felt when they arrive on the scene. The chorus repeats the hook about their attire, cementing the idea that they are confident in their fashion choices, and people know it as soon as they see them.


The bridge mentions their preference for minding their own business, but warns people not to cross them or play games with them. It’s a way of saying that they are confident, flashy, and also not to be messed with. Overall, “Bowtie” is a song about elevating oneself and letting the world know that you’re well-dressed and well-equipped to handle whatever comes your way.


Line by Line Meaning

Girl you cut up
You look stunning


Girl you know you cut up
You are aware of your stunning looks


Crocodile on my feet
I am wearing crocodile skin shoes


Fox fur on my back
I have a fox fur coat on my back


Bowtie 'round my neck
I am wearing a bowtie around my neck


That's why they call me the Gangsta Mack
This is my style and it makes me look like a gangsta mack


In the Cadillac, (yeah)
I am riding in a Cadillac


Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
I am introducing myself


Fresh in that tuxedo
I am dressed up in a fresh tuxedo


Cummerbund with no suspenders
I am wearing a cummerbund but no suspenders


My torpedo, you libido
I am flirting with you


Need to chat (chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze)
We need to talk, catch up, and have a good time


I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys
I can be your relief from stress and tension, or I can give you the keys to your car


To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this
I can take her mind off of her problems


Smack on smack on some of this dick Tracy
I am making sexual innuendos


Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker
I am making further sexual innuendos


You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor
You got her drunk at the club


Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream
She is drunk off that specific alcohol


She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things
She is a woman who likes to look good


Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze)
What do you mean? Let's talk and have a good time


In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where I's
We are getting ready in the parking lot and heading to where I am


Oh, Lord, wow can it be so hard?
This is difficult


To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
It is difficult to get dressed


But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique
I am giving you a compliment


You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak
You are unique and I am going to hit on you


Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that
I talked to her and impressed her


But it takes years of perseverance and experience to get that cat!
It takes time and effort to impress her


So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with some of that
I am going to have a drink and flirt some more


On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack!
I am flirting with you again


As we strut skip the line through the glass window glance
We are walking past the line and enter through the glass door


We look fine, right on time
We look good and are on time


As we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've come to play
The atmosphere is energetic and we are here to have fun


Everybody's watching cause them furs just hit the door
People are noticing us because of our fur coats


While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floor
The alligator on my shoes looks great as we walk towards the VIP area


To the V.I.P. Where we proceed to give you what you need
We are going to the VIP area to have a good time


Throw your hands up if you feel me
Get your hands up and let's have fun


Cause we well designed, like the finest wine
We look good and are high quality


Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why
We feel confident and good


I got the ladies in line, because they can't deny
Women are attracted to me


So raise your hands to the sky cause we super fly
Raise your hands and have fun because we look great


I mind my own business (ooh)
I don't interfere with other people's affairs


Don't jive with me, jive with me (don't play no games)
Don't mess around with me, just be honest


I mind my own business
I don't involve myself with others


Don't jive with me, jive with me, sucka (I don't play with with nobody business)
Don't try to deceive me, I won't involve myself


I mind my own business (I mind my own)
I stay out of other people's affairs


Don't jive with me, jive with me (I don't play around)
Don't lie to me, just be real


(Ohh, yeah)
Expression of enthusiasm




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Antwan Patton, Phalon Alexander, Patrick Brown

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