Claimin' True
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Well it is I, the pimp playing nigga that you heard about
Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses
I got the hookers on the go and player rhymes that I fuck with
I buy amps that 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 hoe sellers do
See born and raised as a pimp, that's what I claim to be
Always claiming true to what I do and then fuck what I see
I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up
And make my money 'cause my daddy never showed up
But fuck it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone
And nothing wrong, you don't belong, you left me standing alone
Yeah, I'm the nigga 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 dipping and dodging bullets
The price you pay when you behind it steady trying 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, eating watermelon
To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon

I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real niggas step up like the players that's in back of me
I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real niggas step up like the players that's in back of me

All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watching over me
Growin up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow to be
A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like coming harder
Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten
This ain't no secret garden, so you fly when niggas flee
If it is one of my own, I'm letting the trigger be
'cause I got love for any nigga who got love for me
And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slanging quarter keys
Just trying to make it, then of age, come through, take it
I ain't forgot about y'all women who be working niggas butt naked
At Magic City, shaking titties just to pay the rent
Lord, trying to hustle must be something that was heaven sent
But I ain't got no sense, that's what I got them thinking
I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin'
'cause I be taking the rough side of the mountain
If you cross my path, I'll leave you draining 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 botty bwoy better say your prayers
You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya

I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real niggas step up like the players that's in back of me
I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real niggas step up like the players that's in back of me
I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real niggas step up like the players that's in back of me
I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues




Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real niggas step up like the players that's in back of me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Outkast's song "Claimin' True" speak to a sense of pride and authenticity in one's identity as a "pimp" or hustler on the streets. The singer boasts of having money, dope houses, and hookers at his disposal, as well as a love for flashy clothing and cars. He claims to have been a player since the age of two, and to always stay true to his identity and profession regardless of what others might think or say. The song also touches on themes of loyalty and camaraderie among those in the streets, with the singer pledging to support and defend those who have shown him love and respect.


There is a sense of danger and risk inherent in this lifestyle, with the singer alluding to the possibility of violence and gunfire in the streets. He also reflects on his upbringing and the challenges he faced growing up in a world without the support of his father. Despite this, he seems to embrace his identity as a "big felon" with pride and a sense of belonging.


Overall, "Claimin' True" is a vivid and unapologetic depiction of life on the streets and the unique challenges and rewards that come with that lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

Well it is I, the pimp playing nigga that you heard about
I am the well-known pimp, with money and multiple homes, a crew of prostitutes, and sick rhymes. My music is so good that it makes my car speakers boom.


I've been a player since the age of two
I have been on my game since I was a baby, playing it cool with my swag and hustling skills; that is just how I operate.


See born and raised as a pimp, that's what I claim to be
I come from a lineage of Pimphood, and that's all I know. I always stay true to who I am and don't concern myself with social norms.


I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up
I am loyal to the streets that raised me, where I have made my money and paved my way to success.


But you ain't know I'm the one dipping and dodging bullets
I may look flash and fancy with my feather in my hat, but I am not above street violence, so watch your back.


So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore
I have studied the masters of Blaxploitation and learned from their iconic filmmaking and storytelling. They were my childhood idols.


From nappy head, greasy face, eating watermelon
I started from nothing, with no fancy clothes or equipment; just a child eating a simple, cheap fruit with a messy face.


To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon
I have paid my dues in the streets and have come a long way – from selling drugs to armed robbery – now, a big time criminal.


All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watching over me
I have done bad things in my life, and I am not sure why God still cares for me despite it all.


Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten
I have always been street-smart and started carrying a weapon since the beginning of my school days.


And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slanging quarter keys
I receive admiration and approval from my peers when I make a successful drug deal.


At Magic City, shaking titties just to pay the rent
Some women resort to stripping at Magic City just to survive and pay the bills.


So little botty bwoy better say your prayers
I warn the inexperienced and naive to stay safe and be careful on the streets.


I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
I wonder if you could handle the life I have lived, the things I have done, and the pain I have felt.


Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
My life has always been a hustle, with every day presenting new challenges and obstacles to overcome.


So all the real niggas step up like the players that's in back of me
I call upon all the true hustlers and players to support me and keep pushing forward with me.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, PATRICK BROWN, RAYMON MURRAY, RICO WADE

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