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Spaghetti Junction
OutKast Lyrics
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Spaghetti Junction, yes, yes
Elope, ski slopes
Damn, yeah, check it out
Niggas elope with ski slopes and fall like avalanches
Tootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just
Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame
When it starts to fall
Lookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man
I'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing 'bout that, man
The nigga the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet
You thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met, nigga
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're kickin' niggas door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets
And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need
Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess
But never shall you test, and never shall you quit
Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga
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 ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
(Junction, junction)
Uh, check it
Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack
Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)
Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack
Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man
'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them
Out (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)
So mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy
We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those
People got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot
Right up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave
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 strivin' fo'?
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 ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)
Check this shit out though
Well, like flip-flops and football socks
A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays
Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?
I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp
Yappin' about this crew you run with
Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit
So what mo' can you come with?
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
Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln
I got my heat up under my seat
Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it
Pullin' the pistol on another Black man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot
They come like black stallions in the night
Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right
When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it
With my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise
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 ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)
The lyrics to Outkast’s “Spaghetti Junction” are a commentary on the harsh realities of life in the streets. The “junction” represents the intersection of different paths that individuals take in life, with some being more dangerous and problematic than others. The opening lines describe the recklessness of some individuals who are willing to risk their lives for temporary thrills, such as skiing down dangerous slopes or using drugs. However, the song emphasizes the consequences of these actions, stating that “when the rain starts to fall,” there is no stopping the damage that will be done.
The lyrics go on to describe the struggles of living in poverty, especially in areas where there is a shortage of drugs or other illegal substances. The idea of resilience is present throughout the song, as the singer describes the many obstacles faced by black men, white men, and Jewish men. The image of sitting on a porch as a child and dreaming of the future is used to contrast against the harsh realities present in adulthood. In particular, the song criticizes the glorification of drug-related violence and warns against the dangers of trying to emulate that lifestyle.
Overall, “Spaghetti Junction” is a reflection of the realities of life for many people, using vivid imagery to depict the dangers and consequences of certain life choices.
Line by Line Meaning
Niggas elope with ski slopes and fall like avalanches
Some people foolishly take risks and end up hurting themselves
Tootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just
Some people act like fools and it's frustrating to watch
Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame
It's not worth waiting around for someone to hurt themselves
My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain
I have problems that can't be stopped
When it starts to fall
When things start spiraling out of control
Lookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man
The singer is describing a flashy car
I'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing 'bout that, man
The singer knows more about these things than the listener
The nigga the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet
The artist is referencing Biggie and comparing him to the airline ValuJet, which was popular in the '90s
You thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met, nigga
The artist is saying that the listener is thinking about violence, but that won't solve anything for them
Black man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke
The artist is saying that everyone is equal
Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch
The singer is reminiscing about a time when they were younger and innocent
And talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes
Now they're facing challenges that they never could have anticipated
Yeah, they're kickin' niggas door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets
The police are raiding people's homes because there is no more drugs for them to find
And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need
The singer only needs a little bit of marijuana to be content
Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess
The singer is talking about Southern weed and the listener is caught up in it
But never shall you test, and never shall you quit
Don't try to outdo the artist- they won't back down
Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga
Trying to start something with the artist will not end well
Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home
Be careful where you go or what risks you take because you might get hurt or lost
Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce
Don't get caught up in things that lead to trouble
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
Do your best and be confident in your style
Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)
The artist is driving a luxury car and drinking cognac
The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack
There are drug addicts in the artist's neighborhood
So what mo' can you come with?
What else can the listener say?
Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us
Others can try to imitate but they can never be like us
Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln
The singer is driving a gold Lincoln
Pullin' the pistol on another Black man was never the plot
The singer never wanted to harm another Black man
But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot
Other Black men have tried to hurt the singer or take what they have
When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it
The artist is saying they can't rest until they see everything for themselves
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@sambanelly4219
Top ten best rap albums of the year 2000:
1. The Marshall Mathers LP by Eminem
2. Roc La Familia: The Dynasty by Jay-Z
3. Stankonia by Outkast
4. Queensbridge Finest
5. Anarchy by Busta Rhymes
6. Like water for chocolate by Common
7. Behind the front by Black Eyed Peas
8. We are the streets by The Lox
9. Train of thought by Reflection Eternal
10. The Ecleftic: 2 sides II a book by Wyclef Jean
@randyragsdale23
This song goes hard asf. When Dre and Big Boi trade verses over sick beats, it's always dope.
@MyOwnVoucherEverywhere
Just two dope boys in a Cadillac 🔥
@trentyates418
This song got that ATLiens vibe in it. This ish bangs
@georgepasquel41510
U mean this shit bangs, fuck that ish shit
@dominiquejones3805
Facts! The production & almost like they having a cypher
@threethemartian
It makes me uncomfortable to see how underrated this song is..Classic
@ernstthalmann4306
It's all snare and mumble rap now
90s and 2000s is king in rap
@HEAVYLIFEMETAL
THE WHOLE ALBUM
@fbi1649
It might not have a billion views but stankonia is one of the most highest rated and known rap albums, alot of people that are about hip hop know this song remember this was released back when youtube and spotify wasn't around
@verynearlypure
@@fbi1649 you know it’s good when the feds approve.