Rosa Parks
Title | Rosa Parks |
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Artist | OutKast |
Album | Aquemini |
Release Date | 1998-07-15 |
Description | This is the lead single from OutKast’s 1998 Aquemini. “Rosa Parks” may not have been the duo’s most successful single, but it established OutKast’s legitimacy as pioneers of Southern hip-hop. On 1 December 1955 in Montgomery, Alabama, Rosa Parks refused to obey bus driver James Blake’s order to give up her seat in the colored section to a white passenger. This incident is said to be one of the catalysts of the Civil Right Movement in America in the 1950s and 1960s. Rosa Parks' legal team filed a lawsuit against OutKast and LaFace Records in a court case later known as Rosa Parks vs LaFace Records, but ultimately lost the case. Years later in 2005, the year Parks passed away, her family addressed the controversial lawsuit: I know, dementia or not, my Auntie would never, ever go to this length to hurt some young artists trying to make it in the world … As a family, our fear is that during her last days Auntie Rosa will be surrounded by strangers trying to make money off of her name. André provided some insight into the creation of the song: I actually submitted that beat to [Puff Daddy’s old group] Total – ‘cause I was going with Keisha from Total around that time – but they couldn’t use it, so we ended up using it. Big Boi added: I took the beat home and I remember I was in my bedroom, and I was like, ‘I got the hook!’ I was playing the music loud as hell and I was just singing the hook: ‘Aah-haah, hush that fuss!’ Like, that’s it, we need to lay it down. |
Lyrics | [Intro: André 3000 + Debra Killings] Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Cut it up, oh, oh, oh! Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Uh-cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Uh-cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh [Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Verse 1: Big Boi] Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We takin' another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbin' every city then we headed to that Bat cave ATL, Georgia, what do we do for ya? Bulldoggin' hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy, you sounding silly, think my Brougham ain't sittin' pretty Doing doughnuts 'round you suckas like them circles around titties Damn, we, the committee, gon' burn it down But us gon' bust you in the mouth with the chorus now, say [Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say, ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Verse 2: André 3000] I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate, then activate the left and right brain Said, "Baby boy, you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past, your ass'll be a has-what That's one to live by or either that's one to die to I try to just throw it at you, determine your own adventure, André" Got to her station, "Here's my destination" She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours Took a shower, kinda sour 'cause my favorite group ain't comin' wit' it But I'm witcha 'cause you probably goin' through it anyway But anyhow, when in doubt Went on out and bought it 'cause I thought it would be jammin' But examine all the flawsky-wawsky, awfully Sad and it's costly, but that's all she Wrote, and I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shit's creek, "It's weak" is the last quote That I wanna hear when I'm goin' down When all's said and done and we got a new joe in town When the record player get to skippin' and slowin' down All y'all can say is, "Them niggas earned the crown," but until then You might also like[Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Harmonica Solo: Pastor Robert Hodo] [Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Outro: Debra Killings, Big Boi] Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Say ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Guitar Solo: Martin Terry] [Skit: Raekwon & Big Boi] It's just major right here, you know what I'm saying, yo son, my niggas, your niggas is on it man, straight up man Word man, glad we got together to do this, you know on time-outs, everybody North, South, East, West, you know what I'm saying, we doing this thing right here straight up for hip-hop We handling the Earth right now you niggas don't even know For sure You know what I mean? If it wasn't for us tryna enlighten y'all niggas with all types of flows and flavors, the game wouldn't be the same You gotta keep it innovative and new, creative. You know what I'm sayin'? Some people don't wanna hear the same old thing over and over No doubt, you gotta come provocative nigga, know what I mean? Shit gotta be spine-tingling with mad styles and crazy dangerous, I mean, bust-ya-shit-open beats, you know what I mean? It's like yo, niggas don't even know, son, yo we gon' play some funky shit for ya That's right Straight up, pay up, pay up nigga From East Point to Shaolin, y'all better know that, yeah! Hit this Henny |