Big Boi

Big Rube (Spoken)
Conceive true deception, and multiplied a million fold.
Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense, that we get em confused.
The resident evil specialize in misconstruing.
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin ourself, but not bein' ourself.
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat.
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat.
While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season.
Look at the picture that's painted.
Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point where Sodomites get all the rights.
We fall for fights with fisticuffs, get pissed enough to miss the bus.
It disgusts me to see my folks run up on.
I say stand up on the section of time marked Revelations.
And recognize this mind numbing reality of horror, known as mankind.
Jesus and his twelve disciples make thirteen, a righteous number of righteous men.
Even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end.
The Devil say the end is the beginning.
They teach that we were the product of incest.
Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics.
Stand with us and don't look back upon.
Just face this mind state, otherwise Babylon.

Debra Killings
My memories of yesterday

Cut and scratched
Ninety-six gonna be that year (Yeah, Yeah)
Ninety-six gonna be that year (Yeah)
Ninety-six gonna be that year (Y-y-y-yeah)
Ninety-six gonna be that year (Yeah)

Andre
I bet you never heard of a playa with no game
Told the truth to get what I want, but shot it with no shame
Take this music dead serious while others entertain
I see they makin' they paper so I guess I can't complain, or can I
I feel they disrespectin' their whole thang
Them hooks like sellin' dope to black folks
And I choke when the food they serve ain't tastin' right
My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it
I'm confessin' one mo' lesson from the south we in the house tonight
Now who-ty who wants to oppose, suppose
We rolls through Headland and Delowe
Where me and my niggaz surpassed the flow
And got down for ours like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
While my close niggaz laugh at
The Southern slang, finger waves and mojo chicken wangs
I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang
So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaataa, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (Ninety-six gonna be that year)

Debra Killings
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
Looks like breezes of Autumn (Ninety-six gonna be that year), done finally blew my way
Like memories of yesterday

Big Boi
Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my partners they call me Big Boi
It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin' the truth not talkin' that shit boi
I'm thinkin' of checkin' my traps and bustin my raps and throwin' them craps
Seven-eleven is no convenience, you pumpin' your gas, they're watchin yo' back
For the robbin' crew, thinkin' they robbin' you, you must be cautious
To stand up on yo' game and pimpin' these crows you must be flawless
Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin' these wombats got you dizzy
My nigga you know of I wanna be playin' but runnin' up on me like you miss me
You catchin' the wrong vibe, packin' yo shit and rollin' yo eyes back
Flexin' up on the corner tossin' your dice and rollin' your Cadillac
But man it seems I'm reachin' out and touchin' the wrong nigga
Don't expect it to be pimpin' get your index off the trigger
As we bust, us, be leavin' em in the dust
So keep that 'cain up out of your nose I said my piece and then I hush
As the candidate keeps flippin', niggaz dippin' (Ninety-six gonna be that year)

Debra Killings
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way (Ninety-six gonna be that year)
Like memories of yesterday

Andre
My dearly beloved we are gathered to life
Like soap is the lather we come clean
Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean
Oh like Liberty Bells yes them bullets keep on rangin'
On fire like the Georgia mass choir we keep on sangin'
Bringin' our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get green
Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big screen
Psych because no one is free when others are oppressed
So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest
Growing old

Big Boi
Like some eagles, people don't understand
Just like their parents don't be carin'
I'm speakin' about you playin' with that phony stuff you sharin'
In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches
Thinkin' you got it, but get it get it, but you ain't pimpin' no bitches
'Cause you flaw, in, fallin' like leaves into driveways
Isn't it lovely smokin' good and sloppy head on highways
Friday's are tight but Saturday just makes it old
Winter nights are hot warm enough to feed your soul
Growing old

Debra Killings
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way
Like memories of yesterday (Ninety-six gonna be that year)

Debra Killings
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness (Ninety-six gonna be that year), turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearing this burden (Ninety-six gonna be that year), for too many of my days
Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way
Like memories of yesterday

Andre
(Fading In) See all them leaves must fall down, growin' old

Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Trees bright and green turn yellow brown
Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old

Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Trees bright and green turn yellow brown
Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old

Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Trees bright and green turn yellow brown
Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old

Want can make a nigga wanna take another nigga life
What can make a nigga wanna do another nigga wife
Life a butter knife
What can make a nigga wanna get his body so high
That can't go to sleep, don't wanna eat
Pray to God that he don't do crack
What can make a nigga wanna cut a beauty queen raw
Feeling every drip drop she can generate imitate seesaws
What can make a nigga wanna fight a whole night club
Figure that he ought to maybe
be a pimp simply 'cause he don't like love
What can make a nigga wanna achy, break all rules
In a book when it took a lot to get you hooked up
to this volume
What can make a nigga wanna loose all faith in
Anything that he can't feel through his chest wit sensation

<i>[Andre 3000]</i>
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note
A bad note ain't no bad note
If it's a good note

Pussy nigga whatcha doin!
Hook
All day I dream about, all day I dream about
sex
It's the way you move your sexy groove
That's got my mind all over you
All day I dream about, all day I dream about
Your sex feels so savoifare
I'm tired of jercking off cause your not there

Big Boi
65' Chevrolet Impala peachy cream
Oozing down the street like toothpaste
Cause the ivory is clean
Talkin' bout mean at the inseam on the inside of the ship
Not a honey dip to hunch on, testes more blue than a Crip
Or the blue man group caught that on the Vegas strip
Chillin' with good game, Ju Ju, Pimpin Ken and my nigga Don Magic
Pimpin Ken and my nigga Diamond Jit
Pimps (pimps), lips (lips), legs (legs), arms (arms),
Necks (necks), hips (hips), head (head) monk test
It's the camel toe and that's fo' sho'
My brain is on one track
Like Marion Berry thoughts for crack
Or like a rock star does for smack.
None of that but the female genitalia's where its at
I'm a man and I demand a woman for that act
Personal preference plus I use the law of nature as a reference
Now I don't ever recall seeing a man turn up pregnant, but that's just me
Feminine female fantasies frolic freely in my cockpit
Every thirty something seconds I can't stop it

Hook

Killer Mike
Killer Kill from Adamsville and in my Bonneville I chill
Heifers call me Black & Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill
I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal
Catch me daydreaming about them, thick, medium or slim
Doctors call that thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim
White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha
Nathaniel likes his white, I like mines dark as cola
It's the first thing on my mind in the morn when I roll over
All men young and old in the end its what we're after
Even my grandpappy's happy. He got prescribed Viagra.
(Granddaddy, granddaddy, what's up? what's up? It's me.
Hey, let me get about three of them blue diamonds.
I promise I gotcha back tomorrow)

Hook

Killer Mike
When I drill I don't spill even if she's on the pill
Keep my weapon covered concealed and in a shield
Cause I don't need that A.I.D.S.
A "D" and a "A" missing out my A.D.I.D.A.S. (plus)
We don't need no DNA mixing between us
We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush, hush
On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters
But over eighteen only cause baby I'm no perv!
From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room
We can jump each other's bones but there's no jumping brooms!

Big Boi
Buffoon you are to consumed in the womb
It is too early for you to jump the broom (boom!)

Hook

"Monster"
Verse One
I'm an ungodly figure
When in the company of hard liquor
Texas niggaz turned me on to water
I smoked the river
Apocalyptic creature, stay lacing reefer
Stay serving geekers, stay holding heaters
Murder fanatic, killer fantastic
Swerving semi-conscious with a half a blunt and an automatic
Bought it to snort it, just in case I meet with static
What I deliver to your address is dead tragic
Your mother scream in that limousine
Followed by some slow traffic
Here's the reason for my murder tactics
I'm Killer Kill I ain't a fuckin rapper! I'm a crack sacker!
I'm a strong-armed robbery and kidnapper!
I'm a carjacker! I'm a if you owe dough then yo' ho snatcher!
I'm a Slumlord for life not a fuckin actor!
I'm the fear that haunts you! I'm the tool that's used to haunt you!

Hook
I'm the monster! I'm your sick and twisted monster!
(Repeat)

Verse Two
I'm the hate in the dark heart of heartless men!
Deprived of love, feed crack, nurtured in sin!
I'm unwanted children doped up on Ritalin by age ten
At sixteen a fiend! Nurturing a weed habit and a bottle of gin
I'm the soul of women that's been betrayed by men
That trifling nigga looking to deceive her again
Earn her trust again, then I lust again
When she turn her back, I'm diggin in her friend again!
I motivate your hate and embody your sin
I spit it for Bloods, Crips and Mexicans
I spit for Disciples and El Rukns
This sick soundtrack to robbing and looting
Neighbor shootings, murder and boosting
Its fear engaged, with a fury and rage
For my lost generation in these last days
The fear that haunts you! It's the tool that's used to hunt you!

A nigga ready from the get go(blowe blowe blowe)
Y'all hear my shit go it's Andre.
Can yo punk ass come out to play?
Stay in your little hole then coward duck your head
You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead
Is what I say best run the other way
In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now
My kitchen full of heat if you can't take the temp
Make yourself exempt
Pussy footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die
By gettin blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got the nerve to serve you up just like a raider do,
but naw(naw, naw)
I take that back, that's my problem
Turnin and walkin away, this ain't
gon work when they be robbin
As long as Big Boi's still livin,
never standin by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits
It's that nigga down in the Dungeon
with them playeristic hits
I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the
Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch
I used to sell dope, but in 1994
I'm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin
About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens
She had me makin better grades to make a better life
But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright
I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit
I carried guns and butcher knives
cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah
It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now
I'm at the end of my street,
so it's time to take my stand now
I call the wild because it's time to take the streets
So if you ain't got the burner,
bring your big enough nuts(retreat)
I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal
Just an international playa, comin through your stereo
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead
Cuz I'mma po' kid
So Lord forgive me, I got to keep my milly right here near me
When I be doin fine until these niggaz
want to clear me off my street
But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto
Don't have no neighbors that hit the pipe but never let go
But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you
Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew
On the concrete, remember when we ran deep
Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy
They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me
Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me
One is in mid-air and one is the chamber
Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin anger
Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day
At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way
You can sway with Andre, I'll take her to the ho-jo, bitch
Just let you know, yeah
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin
No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac
I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun
And got my pump under my seat,
in case these yougstas wanna have some fun
I'd do it if I have to, bustin caps
with this a heat and load it clip up after clip
And after again, if I feel it
The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers
So how do you figure that Big Boi beats ghetto blastin
You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster
1-2-3, you need to think about the future
Before I shoot your ass and dilute your gut with lead
From my hollow clips, I'll send you to an early grave
You fuckin slave, you better try another way
To take me out, is truly something difficult
Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke
I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip
I'mma kick you in your ass
and your nigga gettin pistol whipped
You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the muthafuckin...
Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggaz
Around the East Point way
College Park is really on the map
We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped
With the muthafuckin guns and the muthafuckin glocks
Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop

Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

Now is the time to get on like
Spike Lee said
get on the bus go get your work
and keep your beeper
chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust
or cornstarch
familiar with that smack man
The music is like
that green stuff
provided to you by sack man
Pac man how in the fuck do
you think we gon' do that man
Ridin' round Old National on
18's without no gat man
I'm strapped man & ready to
bust on any nigga like that man
Me & my nigga we roll together
like Batman & Robin
we prayed together
through hard times
and swung hard
when it was fitting
But now we tappin' the brakes
from all them corners
that we be bending in
Volkswagens & Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes
If you ain't got no rims nigga
don't get no wood grain
steering wheel for real
you can go on chill
out & still build
let your paper stack instead
of going into overkill
pay ya fuckin beeper bill bitch
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

Twice upon a time there
was a boy who died twice
and lived happily ever after
but that's another chapter
live from home of the brave
with dirty dollars
beauty parlors & baby bottles
& bowling ball Impalas
street scholars that's majoring
in culinary arts
You know how to work bread
cheese & dough
from scratch but see the catch
is you can get caught
Know what ya sellin'
what ya bought so
cut that big talk
Let's walk to the bridge now
meet me halfway
now you may see some children
dead off in the pathway
it's them poor babies walkin'
slowly to the candy lady
It's lookin' bad need some hope
like the words maybe
if or probably more than a hobby
when my turntables get wobbly
they don't fall
I'm sorry y'all I often drift
I'm talkin' gift
so when it comes you never
look the horse inside it's gril
of course you know I feel like
the bearer of bad news
Don't want to be it
but it's needed so what have you
Now question is every nigga
with dreads for the cause
Is every nigga with golds
for the fall Naw
So don't get caught
in appearance
it's Outkast Aquemini
another Black experience

Okay
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

The name is Big Boi
Daddy Fat Sax
the nigga that
like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
'cause these streets is
where my folks at
Better know that some say
we problack boy we professional
we missed a lot of church
so the music is our confessional
Get off the
testicles & the nut sacks
you bust a rhyme we bust back
Get get back for real niggas
that's out
here tryin' to spit facts
You hear dat can't come near
dat maybe you need to quit
because Aquemini is
Aquarius & Gemini runnin'
shit like this
My mind warps and bends
floats the wind count to ten
meet the twin Andre Ben
welcome to the lion's den
original skin many
men comprehend
I extend myself so
you go out & tell a friend
Sin all depends on
what you believing in
Faith is what you make it
that's the hardest
shit since MC Ren
Alien can blend right
on in wit' yo' kin
look again 'cause I swear
I spot one every now & then
It's happenin' again wish
I could tell you when
Andre this is Andre y'all
just gon' have to make amends
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

Now is the time to get on like
Spike Lee said
get on the bus go get your work
and keep your beeper
chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust
or cornstarch
familiar with that smack man
The music is like
that green stuff
provided to you by sack man
Pac man how in the fuck do
you think we gon' do that man
Ridin' round Old National on
18's without no gat man
I'm strapped man & ready to
bust on any nigga like that man
Me & my nigga we roll together
like Batman & Robin
we prayed together
through hard times
and swung hard
when it was fitting
But now we tappin' the brakes
from all them corners
that we be bending in
Volkswagens & Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes
If you ain't got no rims nigga
don't get no wood grain
steering wheel for real
you can go on chill
out & still build
let your paper stack instead
of going into overkill
pay ya fuckin beeper bill bitch
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

Twice upon a time there
was a boy who died twice
and lived happily ever after
but that's another chapter
live from home of the brave
with dirty dollars
beauty parlors & baby bottles
& bowling ball Impalas
street scholars that's majoring
in culinary arts
You know how to work bread
cheese & dough
from scratch but see the catch
is you can get caught
Know what ya sellin'
what ya bought so
cut that big talk
Let's walk to the bridge now
meet me halfway
now you may see some children
dead off in the pathway
it's them poor babies walkin'
slowly to the candy lady
It's lookin' bad need some hope
like the words maybe
if or probably more than a hobby
when my turntables get wobbly
they don't fall
I'm sorry y'all I often drift
I'm talkin' gift
so when it comes you never
look the horse inside it's gril
of course you know I feel like
the bearer of bad news
Don't want to be it
but it's needed so what have you
Now question is every nigga
with dreads for the cause
Is every nigga with golds
for the fall Naw
So don't get caught
in appearance
it's Outkast Aquemini
another Black experience

Okay
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

The name is Big Boi
Daddy Fat Sax
the nigga that
like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
'cause these streets is
where my folks at
Better know that some say
we problack boy we professional
we missed a lot of church
so the music is our confessional
Get off the
testicles & the nut sacks
you bust a rhyme we bust back
Get get back for real niggas
that's out
here tryin' to spit facts
You hear dat can't come near
dat maybe you need to quit
because Aquemini is
Aquarius & Gemini runnin'
shit like this
My mind warps and bends
floats the wind count to ten
meet the twin Andre Ben
welcome to the lion's den
original skin many
men comprehend
I extend myself so
you go out & tell a friend
Sin all depends on
what you believing in
Faith is what you make it
that's the hardest
shit since MC Ren
Alien can blend right
on in wit' yo' kin
look again 'cause I swear
I spot one every now & then
It's happenin' again wish
I could tell you when
Andre this is Andre y'all
just gon' have to make amends
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his game
Comin up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint changed
Cooler than most players claim to be
A nigga that's from the A-Town see
The home of the Bankhead Bounce, Campbellton Road and other city
streets
Enough of the verality, fallacy, butter we speak not fiction
Speakin of pullin yo' girl lookin at Jheri curls you bitches
Everytime I ryhme for y'all, I'm lookin to prove a point
kickin a freestyle every now and then
but mostly off the joint
See I smoke good cuz see it go good wit them flows, why
the nigga the B-I-G like Tony Rich nobody knows why
but me and my folks, cuz yall niggas jokes like the joker
I'm sick of these wack ass rappers like I'm tired of hoes in chokers

Who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion
This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin
But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
askin where we come from...South Post Lodge

*Its Just Two Dope Boyz In A Cadillac (x2)

This ol sucka MC stepped up to me
Challenged Andre to a battle and I stood there patiently
As he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called freestylin
Whole purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you whylin
I say look boi, I ain't for that fuck shit; so fuck this
Let me explain on this child style so you don't miss
I grew up to myself not round no park bench
just a nigga bustin flows off in apartments

Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion
This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin
But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
askin where we come from...South Post slums

*Repeat

It goes chromes to the Fleetwoods, Coups to the Villes
Hittin Girbauds and off these flows we havin the playa chill
In this atmosphere this ain't no practice here we cuttin the fool now
I'm doin ya at the house and throwin you out because I'm through now
Don't you love the way we clamin Bankhead, stankhead
Lookin around the SWATS for the herb that's never tainted
Fainted when you heard the bourbon servin on the block
And all you bitin indivuals need to check yourselfs and stop

Yeah tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes that get evicted
I'm dealin wit Queens in my castle aint worth to risk it
Now tricks be lookin at me like I'm they way up out the pro-jects
Can't put you on my payroll, and no I ain't got no Rolex
or no diamond at the exit with a sign sayin "We'll rap for food"
My face is bawled up cuz I ain't in a happy mood
While my partner got the squeegee and the windex
Cuz somewhere in my life I done went wrong jus like a syntax
Error, bring the terror to your dome like P.E.
Prone to finish this out cuz this be a free-style

Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion
this side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin
but in the middle we stay calm
we just drop......

Yeah
Inslumnational Underground
Thunder pounds
when I stomp the ground
Like a million elephants
or silver back
Orangutangs
you can't stop the train
Who wants some
Don't come unprepared
I'll be there
but when I leave there
Better be a household name
The weatherman tellin' us
it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin in a droptop
soaking wet
In a silk suit trying
not to sweat
Hittin' somersaults with
out the net
But this'll be the year
that we wont forget
1 9 9 9
Anno Domini
anything goes
Be what you want to be
long as you know
consequences
are given for liv
ing the fence is
too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig
I might just touch hell
HOT
Get a life
now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what came in the mail
a scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul gold grill
and a baby mamma
Black Cadillac and a
pack of pampers
Stack of questions
with no answers
Cure for cancer
cure for AIDS
Make a nigga want to stay
on tour for days
Get back home
thangs are wrong
Well not
really it was bad all along
Before your left adds up to a
ball of power
Thoughts at a
thousand miles per hour
Hello ghetto
let your brain breathe
Believe there's always mo
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't even bang
unless you plan to
hit something
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't even bang
unless you plan to
hit something
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Uno dos tres
it's on
Did you ever think a pimp
rock a microphone
Like that there boy
and we still stay street
Big things happen
every time we meet
Like a track team
crack fiend
dying to geek
OutKast bumpin
up and down the street
Slant back Cadillac
about five niggaz deep
Seventy five MC's
freestyling to the beat
Cause we get crunk
stay drunk at the club
Should've bought an ounce
but you copped a dub
Should've held back
but you threw the punch
Supposed to meet your girl
but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G
for you
Got a son on the way
by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl
four years Jordan
Never turned my back
on my kids for them
Should've hit it quit it
rag top
Before you RE up
get a laptop
Make a buisiness
for yourself boy
set some goals
Make a fat diamond
out of dusty coals
Record number four
but we on the road
Hold up slow up
stop control
Like Janet Planet Stankonia's
on ya
Moving like Floyd
comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows
then block the corridors
Pullin off my belt
cause a whippings in order
I'd like a three piece fish
before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell
then I hit the border
Piti pat rappers trying
to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend
tryin to stay alive
When you come to A Town
boy you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon Family
gon' ride
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't even bang
unless you plan to
hit something
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't even bang
unless you plan to
hit something
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
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Yeah
Inslumnational Underground
Thunder pounds
when I stomp the ground
Wooh
Like a million elephants
or silver back
Orangutangs
you can't stop the train
Who wants some
Don't come unprepared
I'll be there
but when I leave there
Better be a household name
The weatherman tellin us
it ain't gon rain
So now we sittin in a droptop
soaking wet
In a silk suit trying
not to sweat
Hittin'somersaults with out the net
But this'll be the year that we
wont forget
1 9 9 9
Anno Domini
anything goes
Be what you want to be
long as you know
consequences
are given for living the fence is
too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig
I might just touch hell
HOT
Get a life
now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what came in the mail
a scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul gold grill
and a baby mamma
Black Cadillac
and a pack of pampers
Stack of questions
with no answers
Cure for cancer
cure for AIDS
Make a nigga want to stay
on tour for days
Get back home
thangs are wrong
Well not
really it was bad all along
Before your left adds up to a
ball of power
Thoughts at a thousand
miles per hour
Hello ghetto
let your brain breathe
Believe there's always mo
Owwww
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad
yeah yeah
Don't even bang
unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
yeah
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad
Don't even bang
unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno dos tres it's on
Did you ever think a pimp
rock a microphone
Like that there boy
and we still stay street
Big things happen
every time we meet
Like a track team crack fiend
dying to geek
OutKast bumpin up and down
the street
Slant back Cadillac
about five niggaz deep
Seventy five MC's
freestyling to the beat
Cause we get crunk
stay drunk at the club
Should've bought an ounce
but you copped a dub
Should've held back
but you threw the punch
Supposed to meet your girl
but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way
by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl
four years Jordan
Never turned my back on my kids
for them
Should've hit it quit it rag top
Before you RE up
get a laptop
Make a buisiness for yourself boy
set some goals
Make a fat diamond
out of dusty coals
Record number four
but we on the road
Hold up slow up stop control
Like Janet Planet Stankonia's
on ya
Moving like Floyd
comin straight to Florida
Lock all your windows
then block the corridors
Pullin off my belt
cause a whippings in order
I'd like a three piece fish
before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell
then I hit the border
Piti pat rappers
trying to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend
tryin to stay alive
When you come to A Town
boy you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon
Family gon ride
HA
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't even bang
unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't even bang
unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Bombs over Baghdad yeah

Bob your head rag top
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Yeah
Inslumnational Underground
Thunder pounds
when I stomp the ground
Wooh
Like a million elephants
or silver back
Orangutangs
you can't stop the train
Who wants some
Don't come unprepared
I'll be there
but when I leave there
Better be a household name
The weatherman tellin us
it ain't gon rain
So now we sittin in a droptop
soaking wet
In a silk suit trying
not to sweat
Hittin'somersaults with out the net
But this'll be the year that we
wont forget
1 9 9 9
Anno Domini
anything goes
Be what you want to be
long as you know
consequences
are given for living the fence is
too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig
I might just touch hell
HOT
Get a life
now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what came in the mail
a scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul gold grill
and a baby mamma
Black Cadillac
and a pack of pampers
Stack of questions
with no answers
Cure for cancer
cure for AIDS
Make a nigga want to stay
on tour for days
Get back home
thangs are wrong
Well not
really it was bad all along
Before your left adds up to a
ball of power
Thoughts at a thousand
miles per hour
Hello ghetto
let your brain breathe
Believe there's always mo
Owwww
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad
yeah yeah
Don't even bang
unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
yeah
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad
Don't even bang
unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno dos tres it's on
Did you ever think a pimp
rock a microphone
Like that there boy
and we still stay street
Big things happen
every time we meet
Like a track team crack fiend
dying to geek
OutKast bumpin up and down
the street
Slant back Cadillac
about five niggaz deep
Seventy five MC's
freestyling to the beat
Cause we get crunk
stay drunk at the club
Should've bought an ounce
but you copped a dub
Should've held back
but you threw the punch
Supposed to meet your girl
but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way
by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl
four years Jordan
Never turned my back on my kids
for them
Should've hit it quit it rag top
Before you RE up
get a laptop
Make a buisiness for yourself boy
set some goals
Make a fat diamond
out of dusty coals
Record number four
but we on the road
Hold up slow up stop control
Like Janet Planet Stankonia's
on ya
Moving like Floyd
comin straight to Florida
Lock all your windows
then block the corridors
Pullin off my belt
cause a whippings in order
I'd like a three piece fish
before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell
then I hit the border
Piti pat rappers
trying to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend
tryin to stay alive
When you come to A Town
boy you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon
Family gon ride
HA
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't even bang
unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't even bang
unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
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I came into this world high as a bird
From second hand cocain powder
i know it sounds absurd
I never tooted but its in my veins
While the rest of the country bungies off bridges
Without no snap back
and bitches they say they need that
To shake they fannies in the ass clubs
they go the other route
turn each other out
burn each other out
where a bonified nigga like me
can't even get no back rub these days
ain't that bleak on they part
but let me hold it down
cause they shut you down
when you speak from your heart
now that's hard
while we rantin and ravin bout gats
nigga they made them gats
they got some shit that'll blow out our backs
from where they stay at


Chorus:

Ooooh, I fear the battle's just begun
Ooooh, though we're here someday we will be gone
so i'm hopin, wishin, prayin
to keep my faith in you, in you


(yo, yo, yo in background)


I'm fascinated by the way yo
nipples peak at me through yo blouse
freaky me, freaky you
can't help but be aroused
'scuse me lord less for thinkin
but that's the way we was brought up
sneakin to watch playboy at night
we all must be caught up in worldly ways
Chemistry between boys and girls
is alot like when we went to the woods
and laid with the squirrels
durin P.E., we'd be
exploring each others privates
hunchin with all our clothes on
until we felt excited then, aaaah
oh now its on from here on out
put yo hands in the atmosphere
if you know what i'm talkin bout
now if two hearts done walk on out
and i see you on the next song
they call it horny
Because its devilish
now see we dead wrong


Chorus


People don't know the stress i'm dealing with day to day
Speakin about the feeling i'm possessing for Rene
Mopin around and wondering where she stay
saw her last that she lay
give it another day i say
but the lord he taketh away
now give it back lawd
cause that's like backboards without the rims
me and my auntie was tight like southwest
before the pinks moved in
like the niggas that owned the ligour store
crack cocaine, pimps and whores
livin up on this earth
before a nigga like daddy was born
but they makin a scene
that my music and crime are a team
but i'm speakin the truth not dreams
so what in the fuck they mean
my lyrics ain't clean


Chorus

[Intro: Big Boi]
Put that bitch in smash mode!
Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan
(And one and two, now you know what to do)
Motherfucker let's go
Yeah-yeah, Let's go
Put your back into it like you Grandma do it, let's go
A-Town!
Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan

[Chorus] + (Big Boi)
I knew I was wrooong for thinking that she caaaared
I knew all alooong, that's whay I stay prepaaared
{And one and two, now you know what to do}
My nigga what was I to do, but find someone elseeeeeeeeee
(Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan)

[Verse One: Big Boi]
This is how it starts
Momma fell heel over head and says you was the one
Big Boi, but she calls me Antwan
So just for fun, I went along with hon
I was young, full of cum, done for the skeet skeet, not dumb
We would meet undiscretely discrete
She in heat like beitch on a leash (BIIITCH!)
No disrespect, but metaphorically she's a beeeeast
No teasing, no whining
Just bumping and grinding til we got slimey
Yeah, from that sweet stick thang, can't complain
I was hooked on the box like the hot Krispy Cremes

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Well it didn't take long for me to game peeep
It was week after week, I was seeing the same freak
I be damned if we posing for pictures and throwing rice
Maybe throwing up in Vegas while Daddy's on the dice
I might (might) just put you on the chopping block tonight
Act right and you can get my second string spotlight
But if you freaking, I'm speaking clean as a whistle
This'll be the last offical offer before dismissal
No teasing, no whining
Just bumping and grinding til we got slimey
Yeah, got the latex for the fit
Because she trying to +trick Daddy+, Slip-N-Slide on this dick!

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Big Boi w/ back up singers]
You are not the one, you are not the one
You can be my two, you can be my two
And one and one, everybody have fun
And one and one, everybody have fun
(And one and two, now you know what to do)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Big Boi]
And one and one, everybody have fun
And one and one, everybody have fun
Now two, now two, I'mm give her back to you
I'm through, nigga
I don had enough of the nast stuff
One, two, yeah!

[Chorus: Janelle Mone]
Be still young heart
Never will you fall apart
Be still young heart
Never will you fall apart
Be wise my dear you must, learn to just be still
Until you really really know
Show me you're right, shine your light
I wonder when will I know

[Big Boi]
To hell if I don't pray
Like a mannequin in the window I don't say
a, word - I like to sit back, observe
My heart says do not disturb, and yours
is like a doorknob, everybody get a turn (yeah)
Now that's a turnoff, girl, I'm not concerned
More like the early bird tryin to get the worm worm
But not on those terms, you got on my nerves
Say I don't deserve you, you're gonna learn
Treat it like a perm, leave it be or let it burn (burn)
Eat 'em like an urr-ange, orange
So when they on the verge of leavin it don't get borin
Foreign trips are taken
just to see your smiley faces, time's a-wastin
And I don't like to waste no time
You can be down or.. yeah

[Chorus]

[Janelle Mone]
I love bein in love (bein in love)
Then you let me down, turned my heart around
Givin up on love, makes my ocean drown
You lived in my heart
Secret melodies haunt me at night
Maybe lies and lullabies
This is my last farewell
You let me down

[Chorus]

[Big Boi]
Yeah...
From behind the Cadillac do'...
Grip this wood, slide around real slow...
Just thinkin, mind blown
As I glare through the smoke tinted windows...
And be still
[Chorus]

Sophistophone {?}, aristocats
Distinguished stars, clean up your acts
Pull up your pants, ladies and gents
Please, act like you got some sense
You know what I really wanna know?
Where do all the good girls go
What clubs they hang in?

[Chorus]
Behold a lady
I see you standin' on the wall
Clap, clap... you deserve it all [Repeat]
[Ad libs]
Candy-coated unicorns are quite hard to find
The classic lady, a rare breed indeed
Is that make and model discontinued?

[Verse 1]
Today I might snow, tomorrow I'll rain
3000's always changing but you stay the same
And I need that, hey I need that (in my life)
When I feel washed up and inadequate
And throw all my songs away, no matter how mad I get
You make me smile, you make me smile
You make me smile, you make me... (Hoooooooo!)
You're the anchor that holds me down
When my ship is sinking
You won't let me drown and I'm grateful
(Awwaww Awwawwawwawwawwwwawww!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Yo' mama's old fashioned, yo' daddy don't play
You'll always be this lovely
'Cause they raised you that way
Hallelujah! Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord!
You're not extra, you're so plain Jane
The yin to my yang, darlin'
You've got that thang and you know it
But yet you don't and that's what's so cool
You don't say too much, but when you do it's profound
In the street you hold your head high
At home you get low down for me
(Can't get no lower, can't get no lower, can't get no lower, yeah!)
Hooo! You're the anchor that holds me down
When my ship is sinking, you won't let me drown (Aaaaaaahh!)
(Ad libs)
Sad, but one day our kids will have to visit museums
To see what a lady looks like
So if you find one, I beg you, hold her tight
If you spot one, good sir, treat her right
This is Benjamin Andre signing off
Thanks a million
Good luck and goodnight

[Chorus 2x]

[Hook:] 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!! [Repeat]

[Big Boi:] Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cumberbun 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...

[Hook]

[Big Boi:] Oh, lord! How 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 perserverance 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

[Sleepy:] 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 and fine as 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

[Hook]

My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing

[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
I don't think y'all heard me!
I just wanna say Happy Valentine's Day!
Every day the 14th!
Can y'all dig that?
Now when arrows don't penetrate, see
Cupid grabs the pistol (Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here!)
And he shoots straight for your heart
And when he won't miss you!
That's alright 'cause y'all won't believe in me anyways
But..

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya won't believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's all this talk about Santa Claus, but see
love will rule reign supreme)

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th! (You got it!)
When Cupid knocks at your door
You can't ignore me!
There's no need to run!
So, Happy Valentine's Day (Hey!)
Every day the 14th!
I may have it all wrong, see
If you know what loves mean, well
Well, somebody tell me!
'Cuz they just don't believe in me!

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's so much fuss about Santa Claus, but see
Cupid will not be defeated!)

[Verse 3: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
Now I know your hearts have grown cold
And that bothers me
Now I understand 'cause I use to be a bad boy in my day
I know you're trying to protect your lil' feelings
but you can't run away
Oooh ooh!

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy..
(Hey! Don't you supposed to be some kind of player or something?)
Bunny!

[Talking: Andre 3000]
Well keep on runnin', player
'Cause I got my good shoes on
And I got 'em tied up tight
So, you're going to find out tonightttttttttt!

[Verse 4: Andre 3000]
Got a sweet lil' darling back in my corner
Below I know I love her, but act like I don't want her
Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner
Could be an organ donor
The way I give up my heart, but
Never know because - shit, I never tell her!
Ask me about my feelings I'd holla' that it's irrela'
I don't get myself caught up in the Jello gella'
And puddin' pops, that others opt to call falling in love, but
For the record, have you ever rode a horse?
Would I like for you to take me to Pluto?
I said, "Of course!"
But if you ain't a sweety indeedy, I won't endorse
Hans Solo till I'm hit by the bullet, so may the force
Be with you, and I'll hit you when better time permits
For now, give me examples of why you're the shit!
But how am I to know with the profession that I'm in?
And if you do not know me, then how could you be my friend?

[Chorus: Andre 3000, Joi, and "Skreechy Peachy"]
Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's
Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine's Day

[Continue Chorus until fade]

Can I dance?
Ah shit
Big Boi, Big Boi

What if everything you ever knew or know was lost?
The amnesia tends to freeze you when gathering your thoughts
You pause, for the cause, how to recall and remember
But the train is in reverse and the caboose is in the center

?Cause your mind ain't free, constricted by the motherfuckin' boundaries
An ounce of E or a pound of dro, couldn't place you on the planet web
I'm transmitting life from bro, brah, brah, brother, broham
Cadillac on 4's, strike a pose and the door slam
Wham nigga wham! Don't they say that in they show Dad?

Fo' sho' man, you actin' like a tadpole out of gonads
You know OutKast the truth, hit the boot, we makin' mo' jams
Spreadin' strawberry preserves on your nervous programs
Fuck the learning curve! We took a ramp to no-man's land

Hello? Is anybody home?
Is anybody givin' dome?
Serve me up, I want some

Buggface, Toe Jam
Frown your face up 'cause we don't give a jam
Jam to the jam from jelly to the jam
Imagine we not jammin', shove it up your monkey jam

Buggface, Toe Jam
Frown your face up 'cause we don't give a jam
Jam to the jam from jelly to the jam
Imagine we not jammin', shove it up your monkey jam

When I'm left alone I get to thinkin' to myself
The mind's a terrible thing to waste so use ?til none's left
Like everything is alright, clearly tight to death
I can see clearly now analyzin' every step

Clearly you can feel me 'cause it's beatin' through your chest
And you can see me clearly through the window paint, drip but wet
But no tint, not just yet, clearly I'm a vet and not no veterinarian
But clearly pit-bulls are the best

Like the O-you-T-K-A-S, clearly nigga you know the rest
And if you actin' like you don't then clearly nigga you tryin' to test
Crystal clearly I confess and I suggest you clear the runway
'Cause the ticket is a one way, clearly back we won't be coming

Buggface, Toe Jam
Frown your face up 'cause we don't give a jam
Jam to the jam from jelly to the jam
Imagine we not jammin', shove it up your monkey jam

Buggface, Toe Jam
Frown your face up 'cause we don't give a jam
Jam to the jam from jelly to the jam
Imagine we not jammin', shove it up your monkey jam

I want to dance, can I dance?
Can I dance?
Can I dance?

I hope that you're the one
If not, you are the prototype
We'll tiptoe to the sun
And do thangs I know you like

[Hook]
I think I'm in love again [repeat]

[Verse 1]
Today must be my lucky day
Baby, you are the prototype
Do sumn' outta the ordinary
Like catch a manitee
Baby you are the prototype
I think I'm..

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
If we happen to part
Lord knows I don't want that
But hey, we can't be mad at God
We met today for a reason
I think I'm on the right track now

[Hook]

The Scene
Come here

[Hook]

[Outro (ad libs)]
Girl, right now I wanna say, I wanna say
I wanna say stank you very much
For picking me up
And bringing me back to this world
I can't, I'm not
I can't afford to not record
I thank I wanna say
I thank I wanna say stank you, stank you
Smelly much!
For picking me up and bringing me back to this world
Hey, hey John! Are we recording our ad libs?
Really?? Were we recording just then?
Let me hear that, that first one
When I first started

[Dre]
I'll be coming around the ghetto when I come kicking one for the treble
Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever
I'm picking up and throwing 'em down like dishes
Call me Kenny Anderson cause I slam those Southern bitches
I ain't bragging, folks dragging me up and down the road
To be fucked up when I gets into my clowning mode
Then go to clown up on they ass like Bozo
Oh no, then dance on top of they asses like I was Jo Jo Dancer
Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer
Come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer
But the question 'Should we take that bullshit from them people?'
I'm making 300 on my SAT and I am equal
Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous
I've had it up to forehead of niggas trying to serve us
To graduate is really becoming a very stressful journey
I feel like a steering wheel, for them is trying to turn me
Into a hate monger, and I'm wishing and I wonder
Damn, will I graduate before I hit the summer
I think not, Officer Friendly trying to dig up in me
He said I'm half assed and got no future
And so he sent me up the creek and shit
Stroking like hell without no paddle
But niggas is getting smart, we back on the saddle
No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some years
It's the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it is

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
I hear voices in my head and they keep callin me [Repeat: x4]

[T-Mo]
As I step, the stage is empty
No words as I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect
Don't call me T, it's a T thing with a G swing
Let my nuts hang down to the flo' main
Smoking that dang dang, making mics swang
In my 2-8-0 Z, nobody can see me
Cruising down the block, just like I was a squirrel
In a world full of nuts, damn
I'd probably be mad even if I called him Uncle Sam
So bring dough to the Goodie Mo-B
T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie rather be
Don't flex on next, I break necks too
Rollin with Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94
Ha-ha-ha
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin?

[Chorus]

[Big Boi]
Yeah, I'm steady bucking motherfuckers
Not ducking 'em like the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah niggas
Squeezin rhymes like that noose around your neck
You can't hang with this, see ain't no thangs to this
I show no pity so take off because I'm dangerous
I breaks 'em off like I was Beat Street, see I be breaking
Speaking of breaking, break on how to get your life taken, boy
Fucking around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split
Simply means I'm bringing the funk with the hollow tips
Player shit is how I'm kicking it
Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackass
So fuck it or flip it, I'll still be a player
Puffy afro with nigga naps off in my hair
Shit, that's quickly how I run my shit and that's how it be
That nigga B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, ye
See I'm a player, got my struggle on
Thinking about the volume and thickness of my bankroll
You see that cash is in my shit like colon cancer
Even though I never smoke that shit like...yeah
I give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the projects
So don't flex or get served with a pop neck shit
OG, original gangsta, not quite
But maybe when I'm locked up, lifting weights, getting swole right
Life's a bitch with a G-string cause off in your ass with it hey
So you can see who can really hang
But y'all don't wanna do nothing, y'all can go to hell
Ain't no players in office cause I'm locked off in a cell
So can you feel me, nigga

[Chorus]

[Khujo]
Khujo, coming in dope, bring it
I got more problems than the average Joe
So don't come 'round me with your flim flam, hot damn
It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird
K's madness into capping
Throwing to do more load, so my fire looking through the want ads
And only red hot, desire in your pot with something wicked
But you can't feel it, sticking out your monkey ass
I could let shit rot in the past, now it's time to blast they ass
Mr. Knighton take off your hat
Can't even my wear my locs in
Demon eye scoping, oh my, peripheral vision got it
Made you go on your hoe's bar
Decisions, decisions to make, oops, here comes the Goodie Mo crew
And they just might want to battle you
Out with the quickness
The price of living is beginning to be a risky business
Unkay, Parkay.
How do you like the taste of hot butter melting through your biscuits?
This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain,
Don't cut niggas I hang with before there were apartments
In Chapel Forest, it's getting horrid
The hunting child is on the prowl, yeah!
I let out a call to the wild
I let out a call to the wild

[Big Boi]
Zora and Rooster under peachtree
They K-I-SS-I-N-G
Wow first came he love
Now then comes the marriage
1-1-1 baby 2 baby 3 baby carriage baby

[Janelle Monae]
Welcome to my world oceans vs mountains
(welcome to her world oceans versus mountains)
Call me the poor girl cause I love to fight them
(call her the poor girl cause she loves to fight them)
I'm quite sweet
If you take the time to get to know me
Deep down my heart riles around
Like a bone lost deep inside
See I'd like to fall in love but
Not that type of guy

Oohwee you got my clouds on fire
We're tight rope walking and the world's the wire
Remember kissin on Broadway you die
I was bein your baby and tickin your tock and yo clock
See we done jumped the broom and now you know I'm good
And I was dreamin bout children Emily and
Oh darling baby with the daddy's eyes
And it meant so much to me (it meant so much to me)
And I needed your good love
Baby how could you just go and
Change it all you turned my spring to fall
I needed you you know
But when the love is gone it's time to go

[Chrous - Janelle Monae]
If you don't think I mean it
Then you'll feel it when I'm gone
I said I'm done enough of your love
I said I'm done enough of your love
I'm up til 3 o'clock in the morning
While you party up til the dawning
I said I'm done enough of your love
I said I'm done enough of your love
Darlin' ain't no feelin left it's just the killin
Oh... just grab my gun and lets go out
Just grab my gun and let's go out
It ain't no room for love it's just this burnin
Got me reelin
Call the law and hold the applause
Call the law and hold the applause

[Big Boi]
Oh baby its mo baby its workin on the 6
We was only in our teens I dreamed for simplistic
Jumped the broom but it seems I tripped I must have slipped
After exchanging of the rings these things you give me lip
But not the kissing of the bride the dipping of the groom
The shit that make a nigga up and leave up out a room
More like "boohoo" then "boo" "fuck who" and "fuck you too"
(Fuckin bitch) Kids cover them ears
It appears that ya mama want drama we need a comma
Or some space between words for better or for worse
This is not what I deserve the worse that I can take
Actually I want the cake and eat it too and plus yo plate
But wait now.. Don't you get the house kids cars
Everything we built together was ours now it's all yours
Thats hard... It's all yours... Good God!

[Chrous - Janelle Monae]
If you don't think I mean it
Then you'll feel it when I'm gone
I said I'm done enough of your love
I said I'm done enough of your love
I'm up til 3 o'clock in the morning
While you party up til the dawning
I said I'm done enough of your love
I said I'm done enough of your love
Darlin' ain't no feelin left it's just the killin
Oh... just grab my gun and lets go out
Just grab my gun and let's go out
It ain't no room for love it's just this burnin
Got me reelin
Call the law and hold the applause
Call the law and hold the applause

[Janelle Monae & (Big Boi)]
You comin home (Zora)
But the birds are gone (Zora is that a pistol?)
With they sad songs (What you fin' to do wit that?)
They showin off (C'mon baby put the gun down)
But they might be wrong (Shittin me!)
I really wish you could change baby (well if my best ain't good enough
I don't know what to tell ya)
Reclaim your throne (I'm the king of this castle)
Down here in the darkness (c'mon baby hold up!)

[Chrous - Janelle Monae]
If you don't think I mean it
Then you'll feel it when I'm gone
I said I'm done enough of your love
I said I'm done enough of your love
I'm up til 3 o'clock in the morning
While you party up til the dawning
I said I'm done enough of your love
I said I'm done enough of your love
Darlin' ain't no feelin left it's just the killin
Oh... just grab my gun and lets go out
Just grab my gun and let's go out
It ain't no room for love it's just this burnin
Got me reelin
Call the law and hold the applause
Call the law and hold the applause

College park (stay with us),
East Point, Decatur, Downtown Atlanta
Rollup at the spot, I seen her had to meet her
I was at the bar, sippin' and I'm leanin'
I just, had to get attention, but didn't wanna mention
How, she just wasn't lookin' And this ain't what I'm feelin'
Now, movin' on, to bout to have you later
And now, she's my girl, I knew that I wasn't playin'
and its Better than my friendship,
it's kinda like my pension cause
I'm savin' all my funds up
And I'm gonna spend it long long long...
She keep me spinnin' like the blades on my rims and
She keep me with it so I can't trade her in and
She keep me bumpin' up and down like a 6 - 4
She keep my engine runnin' hot like a car show
She keep me spinnin' like the blades on my rims and
She keep me with it so I can't trade her in and
She keep me bumpin' up and down like a 6 - 4
She keep my engine runnin' hot like a car show

She's my movie star and I'm her director Sweat,
in the car, driving as fast as we can go
She could be all on me, kissin' me touching me
I don't wanna stop right now,
she don't wanna stop neither She's a sexy girl,
shaped like a coke bottle Or a fancy car the prototype model
She got cars in all around spots, keep my engine runnin' hot
I don't wanna slow it down, I'ma let her go...
She keep me spinnin' like the blades on my rims and
She keep me with it so I can't trade her in and
She keep me bumpin' up and down like a 6 - 4
She keep my engine runnin' hot like a car show
She keep me spinnin' like the blades on my rims and
She keep me with it so I can't trade her in and
She keep me bumpin' up and down like a 6 - 4
She keep my engine runnin' hot like a car show


Now get my damn trophy
The way she movin' like chest and checker
Black white any color gotta respect her
Double decker flat yea body gotta protect her
Together weather the storm to things get better, never
Fall to the waist, I grace, I cry
Lifeless, lemme add some color to that shine
I like this, bittin', fuckin', all of this for nothing
Shoulda gotten an old shit or somethin'
Some old fools bubblin' and that's what we becomin'
See, you used to be comin', when the engine was runnin'
Now and you ain't that woman
Mmm, damn, I hate that frontin'
I hate just bumpin' in just case you was wondering
Most wantin' a million and how you wantin' a hundred
I done done it, I done done it, I done done it, ho, I done done it
Up and down like a 6 ?4, party bumpin' hot dro
Droppin' tops and way more, hot like car show
Y'all know how we do, keep it true no see through
Now I gotta roll it and and we bout to roll (out out out)
Up and down like a 6 ?4, party bumpin' hot dro
Droppin' tops and way more, hot like car show
Y'all know how we do, keep it true no see through
Now I gotta roll it and and we bout to roll (out out out)
She keep me spinnin' like them blades on my rims man
She keep me with it so I can't trade her in man
She keep it bumpin up and down like a 6 - 4
She keep my engine runnin' hot like a car show

Yo, this is my story, this is my song
And to them rudypoots don't attempt to try this at home
It's just a poem until y'all learn right from wrong
Know when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome
But it's back on, another stormy night in Atlanta, Georgia
Overcast, but on behalf of Outkast, I cordially
Invite you to an emotion filled theater
Bring your umbrella cause young fella it gets no weirder

[Chorus]
We reign, reign supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings
Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole
Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n'roll indubitably, piper pied
Now hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride

You are now about entering the fifth dimension of ascension
Our only intention is to take you high
High, yeah, yeah my lord

[Big Boi]
To make one bob they head would be the track job
Tour job's to spit that fire
Some of y'all MC's take this rhyming for granted I won't comply
With that slacking, popping and cracking 4th ward way we snapping
They won't that hardness that oddness that gets a nigga to start this
What's happening, see if do what yo won't do today boy
Will I live tomorrow like you can't even live cause you strayed
Motivational skills lacking, when I see you nigga packing
Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car do'
But you still stay with mom though playing the King like Don doe
You chocked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be locked up
Makin them thick Hip Hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain't scared
And if I see you in the streets I'd dap you down like you was Greg

[Chorus]

Yo, this is my story, this is my song
And to them rudypoots don't attempt to try this at home
It's just a poem until y'all learn right from wrong
Know when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome
But it's back on, another stormy night in Atlanta, Georgia
Overcast, but on behalf of Outkast, I cordially
Invite you to an emotion filled theater
Bring your umbrella cause young fella it gets no weirder

[Chorus]
We reign, reign supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings
Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole
Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n'roll indubitably, piper pied
Now hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride

You are now about entering the fifth dimension of ascension
Our only intention is to take you high
High, yeah, yeah my lord

[Big Boi]
To make one bob they head would be the track job
Tour job's to spit that fire
Some of y'all MC's take this rhyming for granted I won't comply
With that slacking, popping and cracking 4th ward way we snapping
They won't that hardness that oddness that gets a nigga to start this
What's happening, see if do what yo won't do today boy
Will I live tomorrow like you can't even live cause you strayed
Motivational skills lacking, when I see you nigga packing
Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car do'
But you still stay with mom though playing the King like Don doe
You chocked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be locked up
Makin them thick Hip Hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain't scared
And if I see you in the streets I'd dap you down like you was Greg

[Chorus]

Chronomentrophobia
the fear of clocks
The fear of time

How's the cost of living

I take what I
have been givin'

Has to say be strooong

I aint' got tiiiime
Leave me aloone
Aint' got much time left
I've got to funk you now
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia
Lord please have mercy
on my soul
I have the impression
that my life
goin' to be a bowl
with cherries
but it's going to be
very hard for me to cope
tired of being broke
this ATLian aint' got
no time to sit and mope
made up my mind
while yall made up yo beds
on a cold wooden floor is
where I lie my head
born in 1975
Never thought
I would make it this far
I'm still battilin'
this racial war
tryin' to find solutions
of the situation I face
the only thing that is
free is my flow
that yall be chasin'
lettin' my niggas know
before I go
I drop that knowledge
like dropping books
lets stop the crooks
from robbing you
from your reins and such
using wellfare as a cruch
im in it for good
you into my hood you
wont be findin' much
hope that when im gone yall
remember this
what we stood for
fuck that fame
make that glits
it's begening to look
a lot like the ending
got to be more careful
know what corners
you be benden
revalations is
getting impatient
now i'm dead
remember what I said
i'm gone
bow yo heads

One two three go!
My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know fo shooo.. Uh, But does she really wanna But can't stand to see me Walk ou the dooo.. Don't try to fight the feelin' Because the thought alone is killing me right nooww.. Uh, thank god for mom and dad For sticking through together 'Cause we don't know hooowww... UH!
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..
[Verse Two - Andre 3000] You think you've got it Ohh, you think you've go it But got it just don't get it Till' there's nothing at AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaallllll.. We've been together Ohh, we've been together But seperate's always better when there's feelings InvooooooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOlved If what they say is ("Nothing is forever") Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes Then what makes, Then what makes LOOVVEEE? (Love exception) So why you, why you Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial When we are not happy heeeerrreeee... Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (Don't want to meet your daddy, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just want you in my Caddy OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH, don't want to meet yo' mama OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just wan't to make you cumma OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (I'm, OHH OH I'm, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (I'm just being honest OHH OH, I'm just being honest)
Hey, alright now Alright now fealous, (YEAH!) Now what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) I can't hear ya' I say what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) whooo... Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, Ok now ladies, (YEAH!) And we gon' break this back down in just a few seconds Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin' Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior Gimme some suga', I am your neighbor ahh here we go! Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shake it, shake it, shake,shake it, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shke it, shake it like a Poloroid Picture, shake it, shake it Shh you got to, shake it, shh shake it, shake it, got to shake it (Shake it Suga') shake it like a Poloroid Picture
Now while Beyonc?and Lucy Lui And baby dogs, get on the floor (Get on the floor) You know what to dooo.. Yooooouuu.. know I do
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh oh, Hey Ya) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh, uh, OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)

[Big Boi]
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

[Chorus: x2]

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

[Dre]
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

[Chorus: x4]

[Chorus: x2]
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P. I'll take ya D.E.E.P.
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage that's when I got my folks hooked like

[Dre]
Deeper than deep dish hammers and vogues
Deeper fish in the ocean
I got my gun I'll stamp out like Coast Guards
You boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like herb, word (hey man)
You heard it here first with your master plan in reverse
I ain't the one with the curse, so disperse, yes, catching blades
Niggas catching AIDS, niggas getting sprayed, niggason they way
To a dead end, you won't catch me spreading no white thighs
I only see Afro bitches up in my eyes
I don't eat no beef and surely not no pork
I used to drink that 8, but now I shove it down your throat
Quote, 'If they kill they own folks, what you think they gonna do to you?'
I'm Outkasted and claiming true
Aiming two at your motherfucking spine
No, I make that three cause I don't wanna hear you whine
Swine, got my folks blind, like Stevie
Me be, wondering when I'm gonna see the end
Andre 'gain slamming backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's D.E.E.P.

[Chorus: x2]

[Big Boi]
Well, you want me to get D.E.E.P., well then, I will
What? What will happen if you shoot that nigga and don't kill
He will come back and return like Lalah Hathaway
Aiming for your skull, yeah I'm flexing on you that a way
So if you pulling a tool, nigga you better use it
Cause if you're threatening my life, better believe I'll be a fool with it
I don't take no shit from nobody, I got's the Goodie Mo crew right beside of me
Damn, no pain, no gain, some I'ma hurt you
Breaking knees and elbows like I used to break my curfew
My mama used to tell me if a nigga ever hit me
Just to pick up the closest thing and knock the living shit out of he
So if you run up, you get done up, I'ma end it
Throw the gun up out the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like

[Chorus: x2]

[Dre]
No, I ain't never been pimped by the system
That's because I ain't no slave
Don't be trying to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave
Bloody old chap and in this head of mine is full of naps
And the only thing I know is how to fuck and how to rap
Y'all think I'm stupid cause I shoots 'em up like cupid
And if you gave me a basketball, I'll show you how to shoot it
My head's polluted cause I'm truly bobbin to the bottom
If a pair of Jordan's came out, y'all figure that I got 'em
But no I don't because I don't be having fun
The gold that I am wearing is really made out of bronze
It weighs a ton and making my neck turn green
And I got a criminal record that will never come clean
Oh, and it seems that I make babies like a rabbit
And then never taking care of them has just become a habit
I grab my tablet and get busy with the pen
Y'all could not be just like me if y'all was my twin
So you get mad and try to make me inferior
You pissing me off, I'm in that ass like interior
Oh, step in my Cadillac, let's ride through the hood
Eh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real good
And take a look at all the pimps and all the pushers and the players
That's living on a whim, thin ice and a prayer
Oh and mayor, can I get a little backup
Please don't let them pussy motherfuckers put that flag up
But let me shut up cause they say we need dough
Whenever the fuck out record comes out in 1994
Yeah, yes sir, it's like that
Gonna take y'all deep, so go back

[Chorus: x2]

[Big Boi]
I'm getting D.E.E.P. like a prostitute's vagina
And pimping way mo' hoes than there's peoples out in China
I roll that black Lac with the crust velvet interior
Niggas try to bite their shit, but their shit is inferior
We rolling thick like the Pillsbury Dough boy
And I don't give a damn, motherfucker cause you know why
The Caucus Mountains and the mutant gene
You try to wipe a nigga like me slam up off the scene
You hear me bastard, work a little bit faster
Because of the shit that I done been through, I shall never call you master
You D-E-V-I-L, the cave is where you dwell
So stay up out the rain, it's beginning to smell like dog, yeah
I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
You'd probably shit your tightest draws cause I got a solid fuse
So what do you really wanna do when I get militant
Thought I was a pimp, flip the script if you can' get with this
They call me Big Boi, I be capping with a big gun
Run up on it if you want it, then you bite the big one, yeah
Uh huh, can you deal with it, D-E-V-I-L

[Chorus: x2]

<i>[Andre Benjamin]</i>
Yea yea yea yeah yah yo
Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too
Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue
Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you
Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate, to residue
Silly mortals haven't a clue
as to what the fuck is goin on
I'm on the telephone, dialin the Dungeon
"Hello?" This Dre, bring the MP and the SP
Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully
Baby grab the baby cause baby it ain't much time
Mamma Earth is tossin and turnin and that's our sign
Omega Nigga IFO's are landin in Decatur
Hope I'm not over your head but if so you will catch on later
Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo'
Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so'
from niggaz constantly fuckin her never lovin her never showin
appreciation bustin nuts in her face when they done

<i>[Big Boi]</i>
The sky is fallin nobody ballin they done gave back they guns
for some tickets to the playoffs but the Hornets they won
Nigga we SLUM, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family
I drove the biggest thing at the house
cause I knew they'd try to ram me, but I'm stabbing
Makin a path on expressways, the best way I know how
Up in the sky, East-West, no clouds
Him comin now, fuck that money now, I ask my honey how
she feeling and is Jordan okay, yeah yeah she's chillin
We should be in the Dungeon shortly
Ain't nobody on they porch see
Approachin the final exit
I'm thinkin I see four horsies but I don't though
Nigga you WON'T know, until it's on ya
I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California
All the weed smell like ammonia
but at the Dungeon I know they smokin
Writin the raps and doin the beats to make this last recording
Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion
The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distor-TION <i>[echoes]</i>

<i>[sung in a low voice over and over]</i>
All's well, nothing's well

<i>[Andre Benjamin]</i>
Yea yea yea yeah yah yo
Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too
Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue
Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you
Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate, to residue
Silly mortals haven't a clue
as to what the fuck is goin on
I'm on the telephone, dialin the Dungeon
"Hello?" This Dre, bring the MP and the SP
Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully
Baby grab the baby cause baby it ain't much time
Mamma Earth is tossin and turnin and that's our sign
Omega Nigga IFO's are landin in Decatur
Hope I'm not over your head but if so you will catch on later
Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo'
Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so'
from niggaz constantly fuckin her never lovin her never showin
appreciation bustin nuts in her face when they done

<i>[Big Boi]</i>
The sky is fallin nobody ballin they done gave back they guns
for some tickets to the playoffs but the Hornets they won
Nigga we SLUM, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family
I drove the biggest thing at the house
cause I knew they'd try to ram me, but I'm stabbing
Makin a path on expressways, the best way I know how
Up in the sky, East-West, no clouds
Him comin now, fuck that money now, I ask my honey how
she feeling and is Jordan okay, yeah yeah she's chillin
We should be in the Dungeon shortly
Ain't nobody on they porch see
Approachin the final exit
I'm thinkin I see four horsies but I don't though
Nigga you WON'T know, until it's on ya
I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California
All the weed smell like ammonia
but at the Dungeon I know they smokin
Writin the raps and doin the beats to make this last recording
Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion
The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distor-TION <i>[echoes]</i>

<i>[sung in a low voice over and over]</i>
All's well, nothing's well

[Big Boi]
It is I, the B-I-G, the B-O-I
Me oh my, ears to the street and eyes to the sky
Kept my sights on the prize, wide open, door wide
like the thighs of a hooker spread, told the girl bye
I got bigger fish to fry, niggaz wish I would retire
Cause of the pressure I apply every time I bust a rhyme
None of the rest of ya are tryin, watch me stimulate the minds of the masses
while you niggaz kickin it like jackasses
And who you votin for, Republican or Democratic?
Don't say it doesn't matter cause that's how they stole the last one
Assassin's bullet might be waitin for Obama
Do you think they'll have a brother before Billy's baby mama?
C'mon!

[Chorus: scratches by DJ Cutmaster Swiff]
"Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Daddy Fat Sax"
"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps"
"Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Daddy Fat Sax"
"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps"
"Look at the way you look at me" - "Daddy Fat-Fat Sax"
"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps"
"Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"
"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps"

[Big Boi]
My daddy told me it was mine for the takin
A true gift from God, the stars aligned when they made me
Him and Rena's baby, their first born son
I'm Antwan Andr Patton, the only one
Bloodline of a champion with heart of the lion
I'm defyin all the laws like a caterpillar flyin
Way before my time and reside in the Dirty Dirty
where they still hangin nooses like we in the early '30s
Goddamn, you know who I am? {"Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
Royal fam of Atlanta, Dungeon bitch you understand? (boy!)
This ain't what you want, let's be clear from the bungie
I write knockout songs, you spit punchlines for money

[Chorus]

[Big Boi]
With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky
I'm on another planet my nigga and you just fly
(Why?) Cause I'm {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
Take that motherfucker, take that!
With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky
I'm on another planet my nigga and you just fly
(Why? Cause he's Daddy Fat Sax)
Ridin off in the Cadillac like that nigga

[Chorus]

[Big Boi]
Yea {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
What his name is? {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
What ya talkin 'bout? {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
Boy stop!

Verse One: Cool Breeze

I call da crib they say "Breeze you ain't know?"
I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!"
I said "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus
I'm bout to dump this nigga's shit in New Dimensions
Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up
And tell em da money man done slipped and got his throat cut
And everything that we took from the warehouse
I heard somebody talkin 'bout it at the White House
Man I thought you said that this job was for me and you
I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too
You tell his folks that I'm sorry bout that Lexus
I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister up in... naaah!
Can't even tell you where I put my extra playa card
Cause them Red Dog police know we homeboys
Just tell everybody who us a dime
It's the Great Hoe Round Up Yo' Money time
I got to HAVE MINE, then I'm OUTTA HERE
Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Grier
Ain't got to worry bout yo' potnah gettin caught like a lame
It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang"

(It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang!
East Pointe police don't know a damn thang...)

Verse Two: Big Boi

Yeah, it won't be over
Check this out
Can you see what I be hearin talkin to spirits when I sleep
Peep this out real quick Slick, we gets on this beat and speak
about that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit
Lookin up in your face I see a coward and a dimwit
Lookin to run up in my private home just like you was the folks
Servin a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote?
On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slippin
Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicion
Penny pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-six
Buyin another Fleetwood, Diamond took it, so know we's in the mix
I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off
Cause them niggaz at the corner sto' been lookin at me for too long
Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones
Don't be biased, but I know it has to come
So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm babysittin
Y'all don't know nothin bout Big Boi cause that nigga steady dippin
It ain't over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth up
and sang...

Verse Three: Big Gipp

Took me a long time to get here
Long time man
I'm talkin about, years, and years
Riding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers
If you don't educate yourself
Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you posed to get paid?
Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass ways
Fuck a fade, let my hair drag
Back and forth like a see-saw
Jumpin Lily, to lilypad dad
Lookin to get my Goodie feel
I'm broke in like some old men
Who'd stop dem or would stop
I'm droppin lines for the big plot
Sixteen is when I started to dream
It's ninety-six I'm in your face
Can you hear that bitch scream?

(It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang...)

(verse 1) Your're all i ever wanted,
but i'm terrified of you
See my castle may be haunted, but i'm terrified of you
i've cast my spell on millions, but i'm terrified of you
Baby i do this from the ceiling, but i'm terrified of you
(bridge): I wait my whole life to bite the right one
then you come along and that freaks me out
so i'm frightened... Dracula's Wedding
(verse 2) I 've never ran from no one, but
i'm terrified of you
see my heartbeat is a slow one, but
i'm terrified of you
i've been around for ages, but
i'm terrified of you drag my thing
across the stage yet i'm terrified of you(bridge)
(Kelis) 3000.. 30000..
Give me the chance to dance romance
don't run i'm not the sun
so much at stake... oh! Bad choice of words
but i'm not the gun with silver bullets
And i can count, plus i make great peanut butter
And jelly sandwiches....Van Helsing"

Man, my woman done left me
Damn
I got laid off
Shit
They say a compruter can do my job better then I can damn do it
Mutherfuckers
Man pour me another drink
I feel ya

[Andre 3000]
My suit is dark my clouds are gray
And all things around me pass away
Well what if I leave
Yeah thats what I'll do I'll leave

Cause 88 keys is all I got to lose
That ain't much you can have those shoes

I'm dyin to love dyin to play
Dyin to get out of here
I'm dyin to live

(female singers)
Percival (ohhh)
Says goodbye (ohhh)
An angel dies

Big Boi:

Peep what I say
Everyday--the sun sets just like clockwork
Put the glock to work
And puttin the body to standstlls
Man it kills me
Taking that life is like taking a shit
Hit or miss--niggas are playing God
Trying to rob and steal
That's why ya gotta guard ya grill
Like a barbecue--cause them harming you
Are just like honeybees swarming you
Vocally arming you was my responsibility
It's killing me--thinking that all these niggas
See they fly shit--thinking they steven segall an
Balling--falling to the wayside when ya try to call
I've fallen--when we was little nappy headed niggas in the projects
But now they carjacks, wait on income tax and unsafe sex
They get the tecs to flex--like solo for tha lo-lo
Smoke same thing no-no--not this time
Niggas around my way can rhyme
So fuck that country shit--we done a bunch of shit
And yes ya heard of this--out of this world like E.T.
Coming across ya T.V.
Extraterrestrial--straight from ATL.

(Know what I'm saying--Like that--Yeah)

Chorus:

Out of this world
Are you alien?
(repeat 3x)

Out of this world.......

Andre:

Right now I'm smiling
Taking advantage of this moment
Cause there might not be another soon
Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars
tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker--But to you
I may appear to be your average joe
But little do you know
that even joe got problems that he gots to joust with
Floating in this game of life
Despite how out of place you may feel
In this race oh you just can't quit
Ain't that a bitch--that being heat
I'm on the beat like cops
Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops
No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box
Why?--Cause in a sense
See we all be kind of fly
Just can't be scared to spread your wings
Head to better things
Maybe the mockingbird and nightengale
they want to sing--keeping this thing alive
To the table's what we bring
We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring
Extraterrestrial

(Out of this world--Things like that--Yo)

Chorus

Verse One: Andre

One for the money yes uhh two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin good
Where me and my nigga rodes the MARTA, through the hood
Just tryin ta find that hookup
Now everyday we look up at the ceiling
Watchin ceiling fans go around tryin ta catch that feelin
off instrumental, had my pencil, and plus my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
Writing rhymes tryin ta find our spot off in that light
Light off in that spot, known that we could rock
Doin the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop
Like freeze, we makin the crowd move but we not makin no G's
And that's a nono

Verse Two: Big Boi

Yeah, uhh, check it
Ahh one two, ahh one two doe, niggaz
in the Cadillac they call us went from Player's Ball to ballers
Puttin the South up on the map was like Little Rock to bangin
Niggaz say motherfuck that playin, they payin
We stay in layin vo-cals, locals done made it with them big boys
up in dis industry, Outkast yea dem niggaz they makin big noise
Over a million sold to this day, niggaz they take it lightly
Ninety-six gon be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me
...around this bitch

Chorus: repeat 2X

Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rollin down the strip on vogues
Comin up slammin Cadillac doz (doors)

Verse Three: Big Boi

Back in the day when I was younger, hunger
Lookin to fill me belly with that Rally's, bullshit, pull shit
off like it was supposed to be pulled
Full as a tick I was, stoned like white boys
Smokin them white golds before them blunts got krunk, chunky asses
passes gettin thrown like Hail Mary's and they lookin like Halle Berry
So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin wine
We's just chillin, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high
Smokin freely, me Lil B, Greet, Mon and Shug
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
where I live at, them rats know, mama I want to sing but
Mama I want to trick, and mama I'm suckin dick, now
We movin on up in da world like elevators
Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two
Me and you like Tony Toni Tone
Like this Eastpointe and we gone

Chorus

Verse Four: Andre

Got stopped at the mall the other day
Heard a call from the other way
that I just came from, some nigga was sayin somethin
talkin bout "Hey man, you remember me from school?" smoke some
Naw not really but he kept smilin like a clown
facial expression lookin silly
And he kept askin me, what kind of car you drive, I know you paid
I know y'all got buku of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made
And I replied that I had been goin through tha same thing that he had
True I got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me
to the end of the week, I live by the beat like you live check to check
If you don't move yo' foot then I don't eat, so we like neck to neck
Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes
from Virginia, this ain't gon stop so we just gonna continue

Chorus

Verse One: Andre

One for the money yes uhh two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin good
Where me and my nigga rodes the MARTA, through the hood
Just tryin ta find that hookup
Now everyday we look up at the ceiling
Watchin ceiling fans go around tryin ta catch that feelin
off instrumental, had my pencil, and plus my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
Writing rhymes tryin ta find our spot off in that light
Light off in that spot, known that we could rock
Doin the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop
Like freeze, we makin the crowd move but we not makin no G's
And that's a nono

Verse Two: Big Boi

Yeah, uhh, check it
Ahh one two, ahh one two doe, niggaz
in the Cadillac they call us went from Player's Ball to ballers
Puttin the South up on the map was like Little Rock to bangin
Niggaz say motherfuck that playin, they payin
We stay in layin vo-cals, locals done made it with them big boys
up in dis industry, Outkast yea dem niggaz they makin big noise
Over a million sold to this day, niggaz they take it lightly
Ninety-six gon be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me
...around this bitch

Chorus: repeat 2X

Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rollin down the strip on vogues
Comin up slammin Cadillac doz (doors)

Verse Three: Big Boi

Back in the day when I was younger, hunger
Lookin to fill me belly with that Rally's, bullshit, pull shit
off like it was supposed to be pulled
Full as a tick I was, stoned like white boys
Smokin them white golds before them blunts got krunk, chunky asses
passes gettin thrown like Hail Mary's and they lookin like Halle Berry
So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin wine
We's just chillin, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high
Smokin freely, me Lil B, Greet, Mon and Shug
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
where I live at, them rats know, mama I want to sing but
Mama I want to trick, and mama I'm suckin dick, now
We movin on up in da world like elevators
Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two
Me and you like Tony Toni Tone
Like this Eastpointe and we gone

Chorus

Verse Four: Andre

Got stopped at the mall the other day
Heard a call from the other way
that I just came from, some nigga was sayin somethin
talkin bout "Hey man, you remember me from school?" smoke some
Naw not really but he kept smilin like a clown
facial expression lookin silly
And he kept askin me, what kind of car you drive, I know you paid
I know y'all got buku of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made
And I replied that I had been goin through tha same thing that he had
True I got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me
to the end of the week, I live by the beat like you live check to check
If you don't move yo' foot then I don't eat, so we like neck to neck
Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes
from Virginia, this ain't gon stop so we just gonna continue

Chorus

(Verse One)
Hey the energy in your words is so innocent.
So enticing so inviting. Ooo wow
The energy in your touch is so bashful but yet so triple X rated.
Ohh Oowee the energy in your kiss leaves a bitter taste of a tease
But I’m so pleased cause your delicious. Ohh (ooo wee) see magnetic energy when you add that up with me it’s obvious to see.

(Chorus)
We got a match that’s made on(we got, we got) earth girl. The next best thing to heaven girl. (we got, hey ehh), We got a match that’s made on earth girl. (we got the next best thing hey) The next best thing to heaven girl. (Ooo,) You and I we got energy, (like my lips on your lips girls) ohhh energy, (when we do it after dark girl) You and I we got energy (like slow songs in the bedroom) Ooo ooo oo energy, (like magnets when we touch girl) You and I we got

(Verse Two)
See we connect with our eyes and you wrap me up in your thighs and you try to keep your voice if it’s good and you make noise and you just can’t get away so you agree to stay we both know what it is, we really know what it is, it is what it is hey

(Chorus)
We got a match that’s made on, (we got a match yeeaa) earth girl. The next best thing to heaven girl. (match made on earth girl oh) We got a match that’s made on earth girl. (we got the best kept secret) The next best thing to heaven girl (Ooo,) You and I we got energy, (You and I we got energy) ohhh energy, (you and I we got chemistry) You and I we got energy (like doing it after dark girl) Ooo ooo oo energy, (like magnums in the bedroom) You and I we got

(Bridge Big Boi)
Energy like Bill and Hillary Clinton did I mention my chicks they round like a pension plan, nigga neva penny pinchin’ now for the build up the shit in the kitchen, nutrition sorta like these power bars from, from the dirty south and this is how we are all yall can call the law if yall think what yall bought what was flawed, shor-tay, ready to do that at the ready in the land of the "A" where everbody say hey, when you walk by, I, good vibration they either say yeaa, with a good situation a lil bit of red bull and vodka might kill the fatigue it’s hennessey and crunk juice for me but the vigorous activity with no sleep now this energy B O I

(Chorus)
You and I we got energy, (like my love in the bedroom) ohhh energy, (like magnets when we touch girl) You and I we got energy (like I just can’t get enough ohh na na na na) Ooo ooo oo energy, (one mo gin, on mo gin) You and I we got, you and I we got

(Adlib chorus out)

(Verse One)
Hey the energy in your words is so innocent.
So enticing so inviting. Ooo wow
The energy in your touch is so bashful but yet so triple X rated.
Ohh Oowee the energy in your kiss leaves a bitter taste of a tease
But I’m so pleased cause your delicious. Ohh (ooo wee) see magnetic energy when you add that up with me it’s obvious to see.

(Chorus)
We got a match that’s made on(we got, we got) earth girl. The next best thing to heaven girl. (we got, hey ehh), We got a match that’s made on earth girl. (we got the next best thing hey) The next best thing to heaven girl. (Ooo,) You and I we got energy, (like my lips on your lips girls) ohhh energy, (when we do it after dark girl) You and I we got energy (like slow songs in the bedroom) Ooo ooo oo energy, (like magnets when we touch girl) You and I we got

(Verse Two)
See we connect with our eyes and you wrap me up in your thighs and you try to keep your voice if it’s good and you make noise and you just can’t get away so you agree to stay we both know what it is, we really know what it is, it is what it is hey

(Chorus)
We got a match that’s made on, (we got a match yeeaa) earth girl. The next best thing to heaven girl. (match made on earth girl oh) We got a match that’s made on earth girl. (we got the best kept secret) The next best thing to heaven girl (Ooo,) You and I we got energy, (You and I we got energy) ohhh energy, (you and I we got chemistry) You and I we got energy (like doing it after dark girl) Ooo ooo oo energy, (like magnums in the bedroom) You and I we got

(Bridge Big Boi)
Energy like Bill and Hillary Clinton did I mention my chicks they round like a pension plan, nigga neva penny pinchin’ now for the build up the shit in the kitchen, nutrition sorta like these power bars from, from the dirty south and this is how we are all yall can call the law if yall think what yall bought what was flawed, shor-tay, ready to do that at the ready in the land of the "A" where everbody say hey, when you walk by, I, good vibration they either say yeaa, with a good situation a lil bit of red bull and vodka might kill the fatigue it’s hennessey and crunk juice for me but the vigorous activity with no sleep now this energy B O I

(Chorus)
You and I we got energy, (like my love in the bedroom) ohhh energy, (like magnets when we touch girl) You and I we got energy (like I just can’t get enough ohh na na na na) Ooo ooo oo energy, (one mo gin, on mo gin) You and I we got, you and I we got

(Adlib chorus out)

Andre:
Now sittin' in the bathtub listening to the Isley
Brothers and others outside my door want to despise me
Reminds me that everyone ain't cool the world is jealous
Never could understand when my momma used to tell us
"Don't take your food outside around your friends
Unless you got enough to feed the neighborhood"
The play has just began follow me now
Act 1 scene 2 the date 1/1/96 the time I don't know
Mood disturbed, Ray goes on to say they trying to get over
Like them niggas with the blinker on, I got my thinker on
So I'm like word, How every you want to act is fine
That is real as fishing rods I might be kissing God
But I'm still in the battle so if you got cattle you best be fasting
For 7 days and 7 nights we everlasting
? on a quest to get my class ring just from them fhite wolks
I will if it's the last thing
I do

Hook:
Everlasting

talking:
Yeah, slick knowhatI'msayin'? I'm gonna tell you like this. Just cause I
live the apartment don't mean you can keep puttin' notes under my
windshield I tell you shortie gonna bust your ass about that shit.

Big Boi:
Hey y'all hey y'all hey y'all hoes
Back up in this bitch rippin' tracks like I'm suppose
Tommy and Ralph Lauren don't like niggas to wear they clothes
Where your proof at? Who's that? Talking shit like those
Keepin' the rumors up, I wish I lived in a f**kin' cave
I ride the streets in Lexus all these hoes wanna be saved
Go to college get a job because all you want to do is shake
I use to hit club niggas but I gave taht shit a break
Just like Maaco, Waco, burn it to the ground
I bet you eatin' pork when your partners ain't around
Backdraft things are Shaft slapping these hoes


Just like he's suppose to, quote you
"Big Boi is the pimp ass nigga that formed you"
Like pottery, sloppily playin' hoes like lotteries
OutKast did the dirt and now you swear your shit is poppin' see You bit
beats, we makin' hits so give me your flag back
I'm living in the SWATS so you may call me Daddy Fatsack
Yeah you know what I'm sayin'? Like this. Everlasting

Hook

Big Boi:
One in a million men passing the J off in the courtyard
Don't y'all smoke a couple of pounds and get tore up y'all
And tear the devil headquarter down to the grizzound
Is how we hit the house and puff a couple of good pounds
Of good weed, PeeWee, my nigga Little Beewee
We need a 50 box of Phillies and some bouncin' titties
From the magic the flame niggas too is sharin' sequels
Never payin' for no pussy
You can shake it you can keep it to your self hoe

Andre:
You left your morals at the door, when you stepped in crept in
Nigga this baby is at the beach so now you wondering
Why your nigga done bust you in the fore, head
Ain't no respect there so you just assed out like breech
Delivery slivery got you swung on these types of things
Go on from here to Bornhome to London
England, Wall Street to y'all street
Sometime I get bewildered and it throws a nigga like me off beat
But I'm back on it
Because we last forever sound good don't it?
Rattling in your trunks like FAMU and the component
Said that's it, man f**k that shit
On and on and on and I'm out

Hook

When the lush hangs off the chron, I know that your gone, ya feel me (feel me)
15 years off in this game, still nuttin changed, feel me (feel me)
Riding swiftly through the night, almost missed the light, if ya feel me (feel me)
Whether I'm right or wrong, I know that your gone, (I know) ya feel me (feel me)

Damn, that wasn't nuttin but the intro... Here we go

[Big Boi] Yeah.. ATLiens style on y'all ass
[K. Mike] DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI
[K. Mike] Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration - holla!
[Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be
[Y. Hova] Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
[Y. Hova] Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch)
[Y. Hova] I brought (holla) the whole hood with me
[Big Boi] You got red dirt in your afro
[Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be (yeah)
[Y. Hova] OutKast in the place to be (yeah)

[Verse One: Big Boi]
Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block
Didn't have to break a steerin column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner
You never took the time out, examine yourself boi
.. are you black, white, asian?
Indonesian, or Borean - that's black and Korean
We on the same team if we breathin
I jumped off the subject to see if you was seein
that we drop a little science off in every verse
They put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon' curse
But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get devoured
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any height
Because I might just SNAP on a FUCK-ass nigga
Might clap a cap at a sucka-ass nigga
In the meantime, Daddy Fatsacks gon' chill out
He might just, pull out his pistol
and let that thang whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder
than the park bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother James
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a pair
A player stiffen the competition
Pressed like Levi's and toughskins, one minus one
Negative one minus negative one is nothin
Bustin d-boy raps and player poems
The 'Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the crowd original material while you bore 'em
Your live show consists of everybody's shit but you're-uns
Do your own shit! In your live show (bitin ass nigga)

[Chorus: Jay-Z - repeat 2X]
Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch)
I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)

[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze
with her +Eyes Wide Shut+, before I asked to hit her gut
If you brunette, +Legally Blonde+ I might respond
Take you to +Swan Lake+ and beyond
Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clap on
I switch the flow so quick you cannot fa-thom
I take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea
and try to grab one line or sentence
Rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist
And give him a clean bill of health
Wealth might make you look good but you sound like shit
And your team lookin shitty to death

[Verse Three: Killer Mike]
My nigga Big Boi said, watch 'em as they gawk and they gander
You can follow or lead like Commander Picard
You can have +The Whole World+
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, overstand
this young player's rhyme
I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme
Focused on every word, and line
Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime
I was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm
the epitome of raw rhyme
Got signed, got serious about the craft
of raw rhyme and I got mine - Aquemini's
murderous monster move minds
Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime
When you see I'm comin holla one-time, holla one-time
When you see I'm comin holla one-time (one-time)

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Don't, you, like, to groove
In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
To run yo' tennis shoes
Don't, it, matter to you
That OutKast we got that slump for y'all
Keep that funk for y'all

[Verse Four: Jay-Z]
When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
At the interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops
And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm them interviews
dudes wanna know what he copped
And where you got that, and how could they buy that
Where the million dollar watch at, stop that!
Why that, why this, niggaz wanna hijack the flyness
I'm on a whole 'nother plane
A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin
Understand what I'm sayin
Hov' and OutKast, whatchu think about that?
Really don't matter though what you niggaz chatter though
Anybody get out of line then you trust
that the mac'll go b-r-r-r-r-ap, got you killed for that alone
Back on the shit, back on the strip
Another hit I'm not gon' miss

[Interlude]

[George Clinton - Intro]
This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak
Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOOOOMB!

[Chorus]
For those who think life is unfair
'cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin there
Then I'll roll one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows
In my chair, as I sit back smiling from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll blow one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows

[Big Boi] (Too $hort)
Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene
Money shot to a Three movies
But everything's straight like 9:15
It's back to the time machine, I believe
Back to the rhymin, back to the stick
Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick
Slap, y'all nigga better think that was it
We everywhere (BEEEITCH~!)
..Like the air you breathe
Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave
Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead
Best believe I'll change the steeds
Take the lead, change the speed
Slow it down just for the sport
Nigga, ONE of my favorite rappers happens to be Too $hort

[Too $hort]
Now everybody wanna sell dope (SELL DOPE)
Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes (..NOPE!)
Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks
On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo' (EIGHTY FO'?)
BEEEITCH~!

[Chorus 1/2]

[Big Boi]
Just to let you know that everything is straight
I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate
Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin wit a great
Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste {*gunshot*}
Kill yo'self like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title
My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival
Like the Bible or any other good book that you read
Why are 75% of our youth readin magazines?
'Cause they used to fantasy, and that's what they do to dream
Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing!
'member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, I'm still speakin about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean
When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean
I mean, it mean the roguh, the tough, the DANGEROUS, we reign SUPREME
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds
B-I-G, B-O-I - nigga, please!

[Chours]

[George Clinton - Bridge, then Outro]
Don't want no girlfriends
Just need my dope (I just need my dope)
One foot on the world when, I'm behind in my smoke
(I'm behind in my smoke)
On the back burner, you can just simmer around
But on the front burner, you betta burn, a fat one
(Roll it up...fire that shit up)
A fat one - fire it up!
A fat, fat, fat one..

This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, c-c-clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak
Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOMB!
Bombardin the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come
Came and went, hindbells spent, b-b-b-b-bent
Take another huff and puff and choke and toke
Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and
pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a JOINT~!
'Cause this is the dope-on-dope...some GOOD shit...
Yeaaaaaaahh...Lean back and puff slow...

[George Clinton - Intro]
This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak
Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOOOOMB!

[Chorus]
For those who think life is unfair
'cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin there
Then I'll roll one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows
In my chair, as I sit back smiling from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll blow one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows

[Big Boi] (Too $hort)
Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene
Money shot to a Three movies
But everything's straight like 9:15
It's back to the time machine, I believe
Back to the rhymin, back to the stick
Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick
Slap, y'all nigga better think that was it
We everywhere (BEEEITCH~!)
..Like the air you breathe
Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave
Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead
Best believe I'll change the steeds
Take the lead, change the speed
Slow it down just for the sport
Nigga, ONE of my favorite rappers happens to be Too $hort

[Too $hort]
Now everybody wanna sell dope (SELL DOPE)
Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes (..NOPE!)
Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks
On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo' (EIGHTY FO'?)
BEEEITCH~!

[Chorus 1/2]

[Big Boi]
Just to let you know that everything is straight
I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate
Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin wit a great
Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste {*gunshot*}
Kill yo'self like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title
My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival
Like the Bible or any other good book that you read
Why are 75% of our youth readin magazines?
'Cause they used to fantasy, and that's what they do to dream
Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing!
'member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, I'm still speakin about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean
When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean
I mean, it mean the roguh, the tough, the DANGEROUS, we reign SUPREME
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds
B-I-G, B-O-I - nigga, please!

[Chours]

[George Clinton - Bridge, then Outro]
Don't want no girlfriends
Just need my dope (I just need my dope)
One foot on the world when, I'm behind in my smoke
(I'm behind in my smoke)
On the back burner, you can just simmer around
But on the front burner, you betta burn, a fat one
(Roll it up...fire that shit up)
A fat one - fire it up!
A fat, fat, fat one..

This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, c-c-clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak
Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOMB!
Bombardin the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come
Came and went, hindbells spent, b-b-b-b-bent
Take another huff and puff and choke and toke
Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and
pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a JOINT~!
'Cause this is the dope-on-dope...some GOOD shit...
Yeaaaaaaahh...Lean back and puff slow...

With one stroke of the pen
I tune in to your satell ite radio or fm stat ion
I’ve been pat iently wa iting to weigh in
Been under construction for two years
But now it’s about that time I double dutch my way in
Leftfoot, rightfoot steppin over biters
It’s like the game is haunted cause there’s so many ghost writers
Me see i’m a lifer with supply that may seem endless
Straight rider like a biker on a chopper with a hitlist
Witness the ni**a that spit that vicious
Pitbull atta ck sh*t when it comes to this rap sh*t
Daddy fat sax b**ch


Follow us now
Try to all the way now
it’s not another let down
Got something to say right now...
[Repeat hook]


I know some of ya ’ll done wrote a ni**a off
Like the leases on these cars
And these homes you ni**as thought you staye d in
With so many bosses why are they still
Lay ing ni**as off they job, ni**a for real
Gone give a ni**a a gig then
Help a brother get up out this pig pen
But nobody want s to keep it pimpin
Or 110 / so with this pen
I begin to illustrate from within, boy
Pa int a pretty picture like i’m chilling with my friends
Every body’s got a pocket full of ends to spend
See picasso couldn’t blend
Put it all together or fit in
I’m like a crocodile wal kin’ ‘round with alligator skin
Yes i’m is the product of the ghetto where i’ve lived
Call me sponge bob, boy
Soaked up game as a little bitty kid
And never been a lame before the fame I wa s the sh*t
And now i’m just big ya dig.


Follow us now
Try to all the way now
it’s not another let down
Got something to say right now...
[Repeat hook]


Why don’t you come and find out what this is all about
I will only say this once so come and follow us.

See we not even gonna play with them either
We gone la-la lay it down every f**king time we see ‘em
Make the club get crunk. yup
We the type of people
But wa it, it’s not a sequel
No wa it, it’s bb’s prequel
The beginning before the beginning
Spend it how you spend it
Then if you sell dope ni**a sta ck it when you get it
You can’t trick it
Or spend it until it’s gone
That ’s slippery business homes
Go get you a business loans
Come on

Follow us now
Try to all the way now
it’s not another let down
Got something to say right now...
[Repeat hook]

With one stroke of the pen
I tune in to your satell ite radio or fm stat ion
I’ve been pat iently wa iting to weigh in
Been under construction for two years
But now it’s about that time I double dutch my way in
Leftfoot, rightfoot steppin over biters
It’s like the game is haunted cause there’s so many ghost writers
Me see i’m a lifer with supply that may seem endless
Straight rider like a biker on a chopper with a hitlist
Witness the ni**a that spit that vicious
Pitbull atta ck sh*t when it comes to this rap sh*t
Daddy fat sax b**ch


Follow us now
Try to all the way now
it’s not another let down
Got something to say right now...
[Repeat hook]


I know some of ya ’ll done wrote a ni**a off
Like the leases on these cars
And these homes you ni**as thought you staye d in
With so many bosses why are they still
Lay ing ni**as off they job, ni**a for real
Gone give a ni**a a gig then
Help a brother get up out this pig pen
But nobody want s to keep it pimpin
Or 110 / so with this pen
I begin to illustrate from within, boy
Pa int a pretty picture like i’m chilling with my friends
Every body’s got a pocket full of ends to spend
See picasso couldn’t blend
Put it all together or fit in
I’m like a crocodile wal kin’ ‘round with alligator skin
Yes i’m is the product of the ghetto where i’ve lived
Call me sponge bob, boy
Soaked up game as a little bitty kid
And never been a lame before the fame I wa s the sh*t
And now i’m just big ya dig.


Follow us now
Try to all the way now
it’s not another let down
Got something to say right now...
[Repeat hook]


Why don’t you come and find out what this is all about
I will only say this once so come and follow us.

See we not even gonna play with them either
We gone la-la lay it down every f**king time we see ‘em
Make the club get crunk. yup
We the type of people
But wa it, it’s not a sequel
No wa it, it’s bb’s prequel
The beginning before the beginning
Spend it how you spend it
Then if you sell dope ni**a sta ck it when you get it
You can’t trick it
Or spend it until it’s gone
That ’s slippery business homes
Go get you a business loans
Come on

Follow us now
Try to all the way now
it’s not another let down
Got something to say right now...
[Repeat hook]

[Chorus]
Let me take you on a funky ride
All around the world
And, if you let me get inside your mind
Feel your spirits fly

[Society of Soul]
Oh baby, would you like to take a little ride with me
Unleash your sexual fantasies
It would be so nice
relax your body next to me
As I sing this OutKast melody
On this funky ride
So just relax baby

[Chorus]

[Society of Soul]
Now baby, now the smoke is in the air
Martell and Coke has got me there
And we wonder why you're high?
Well baby, it's nothing but that
Sess in your chest that got you feeling kinda crazy
So let your spirits fly
and enjoy the ride
Oh yeah baby

[Chorus: x5]

Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
You know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style
Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I wanna know

*Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon click
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps

O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up find Jerome,
ya girl gonna give you grief at home
Just tell these hoez wanna be on the same team that she's layin on

*Repeat

Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough
When beef come areound can't let it go
When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
If you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight

*Repeat

I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what's up
It's T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve
It like it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job
No colors or rags, just guns and masks
We not scared to blast and dip off fast
With the Dungeon click, just pulled a lick
Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit

Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop them hoez and then you skate, ack to the block wit the deflate
Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake
A young nigga holdin big face foldin
Pimps are known for catching runaways
A good hustler's known to keep his gun away
First nigga run up and try to jack mine,
first nigga fuck up to get flat lined
Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain danling, y'all know that i'm form C.P

*Repeat

Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard
Harder than a nigga trying to impress God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat
As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself
If it's for the wealth i'll stop, well put i like this
It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we learn to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna
dance
Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta shit

Alright (x28)*Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?Well burn motherfucka burn American DreamDon't everybody like the taste of Apple Pie?We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya whyI hear that mother nature's now on bir

[Big Boi:]
Get the south dick up out your mouth
What you talkin' 'bout
See we know everything you're about
So try another route
Paperboy, you can't destroy what we done built
Pick on somebody your own size and fuck around; get kilt
But not like the kilt above the knees
BB will plant you niggas like seeds
Or fertilizer for the trees
Emergency vehicle last seen speeding from the scene
Nigga take one for the team; now he's bleeding from the spleen
Stay so fresh and oh so motherfucking clean
No blood splatter or evidence, long distance with a beam
We come in peace, while some of ya'll niggas come in greed gluttons
Fucking up the game like ice, heroin, or speed

Slow down nigga

"Speed it up" like ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast
Not a hobby, this my life
You disrespect it, that's your ass
As one half of the outkast return like ghost of Christmas past
It's the son of Chico Dusty
Must be West Savannah bad
Had to go to church on Sundays with Great Grandma and Granddad
Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn't have a path
If I ever fell astray, then God will get me back on track
Didn't say that Rico, Ray, and Pat was gettin' with me and 3Stax
Then we spittin' cause killing everything that we attack
Special forces of the rap game so you best take heed of that
All the shit you rappers lack: we got plenty; here's a snack
Don't ruin their appetite because your shit is really whack
Whack ass nigga
This shit's like breathing to me
Born and bred for it

[Big Rube:]
Another battle won
Another story to tell
Listen to the angelic plucking of the puppet strings
As Sir Lucious puts his left foot forward
And rides of into the horizon of infinite regression...victorious
Undefeated on the battle field against the means of ignorance, greed, and hatred
All contenders to the throne are left naked
Because the truth is the only thing you could never be stripped from
And if you commit to that truth, then you could end the vicious cycle
That's affecting our youth today...
If we just stop lying...
If we just stop lying...
Stop lying...
Lying...

[Big Boi:]
Get the south dick up out your mouth
What you talkin' 'bout
See we know everything you're about
So try another route
Paperboy, you can't destroy what we done built
Pick on somebody your own size and fuck around; get kilt
But not like the kilt above the knees
BB will plant you niggas like seeds
Or fertilizer for the trees
Emergency vehicle last seen speeding from the scene
Nigga take one for the team; now he's bleeding from the spleen
Stay so fresh and oh so motherfucking clean
No blood splatter or evidence, long distance with a beam
We come in peace, while some of ya'll niggas come in greed gluttons
Fucking up the game like ice, heroin, or speed

Slow down nigga

"Speed it up" like ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast
Not a hobby, this my life
You disrespect it, that's your ass
As one half of the outkast return like ghost of Christmas past
It's the son of Chico Dusty
Must be West Savannah bad
Had to go to church on Sundays with Great Grandma and Granddad
Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn't have a path
If I ever fell astray, then God will get me back on track
Didn't say that Rico, Ray, and Pat was gettin' with me and 3Stax
Then we spittin' cause killing everything that we attack
Special forces of the rap game so you best take heed of that
All the shit you rappers lack: we got plenty; here's a snack
Don't ruin their appetite because your shit is really whack
Whack ass nigga
This shit's like breathing to me
Born and bred for it

[Big Rube:]
Another battle won
Another story to tell
Listen to the angelic plucking of the puppet strings
As Sir Lucious puts his left foot forward
And rides of into the horizon of infinite regression...victorious
Undefeated on the battle field against the means of ignorance, greed, and hatred
All contenders to the throne are left naked
Because the truth is the only thing you could never be stripped from
And if you commit to that truth, then you could end the vicious cycle
That's affecting our youth today...
If we just stop lying...
If we just stop lying...
Stop lying...
Lying...

Everybody needs a glass of water today
To chase the hate away
You know you've got company comin over
So you scrub extra-hard
And everybody needs somebody to love
Before its too late
Its too laaaaaaateee oh
Dont nobody wanna grow old alone!

Everybody needs someone to rub their shoulders
And scratch their dandruff
And everybody need to quit actin hard and shit
Before you get your ass whooped (I'll slap the fuck out ya!)
And everybody needs somebody to love
Before its too late
Its too late

Love-hater
Love-hater
Hater of love [repeat 2X]
Love-hater
Love-hater

[whispered]
Everybody needs someone to love [repeat 2X]

Whoo (Whoo)
Tie me up, don't tie me down
Cut me up, don't let me down

Find, find a way
Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out
You dig in, dig out, you get out
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Find a way to get in, to fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Climbing out this hole (climbin' out this hole)
With a frown on my face
In the place to be, (in the place to be) and not to be at the same time
G-h-e-t-t-o-m-u-s-i-c-k stay down
O-u-t-k-a-s-t (oooh yeah) just know that we won't play round
If feet don't stank like they stank then they can't swallow dat down
Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us
Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out
You dig in, dig out, you get out
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Find a way to get in, the fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
I just want you to know, how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?
I just want you to know, how I feel
Feeling good feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?

Hot tub add to the bony of tony
As my grandmama ettamay here and she show me
How to be the smooth operator, dominator in the state of Georgia
Hip hops there to destroy ya
Leave a mother fucker open like a foyer
He from the dirt now here come the paranoia
Although you couldn't have jacked the disrespect
The technique, sweat meet, wipe off the sweat
Fight off the shit and flush the waste down
The pipes of my life flow deep into the ground
Why my purpose on the surface of this earth is
Plan it, standards, trust and the purpose
Campaign in vein for the same lame fame, peo

Whoo (Whoo)
Tie me up, don't tie me down
Cut me up, don't let me down

Find, find a way
Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out
You dig in, dig out, you get out
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Find a way to get in, to fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Climbing out this hole (climbin' out this hole)
With a frown on my face
In the place to be, (in the place to be) and not to be at the same time
G-h-e-t-t-o-m-u-s-i-c-k stay down
O-u-t-k-a-s-t (oooh yeah) just know that we won't play round
If feet don't stank like they stank then they can't swallow dat down
Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us
Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out
You dig in, dig out, you get out
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Find a way to get in, the fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
I just want you to know, how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?
I just want you to know, how I feel
Feeling good feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?

Hot tub add to the bony of tony
As my grandmama ettamay here and she show me
How to be the smooth operator, dominator in the state of Georgia
Hip hops there to destroy ya
Leave a mother fucker open like a foyer
He from the dirt now here come the paranoia
Although you couldn't have jacked the disrespect
The technique, sweat meet, wipe off the sweat
Fight off the shit and flush the waste down
The pipes of my life flow deep into the ground
Why my purpose on the surface of this earth is
Plan it, standards, trust and the purpose
Campaign in vein for the same lame fame, peo

Whoo (Whoo)
Tie me up, don't tie me down
Cut me up, don't let me down

Find, find a way
Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out
You dig in, dig out, you get out
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Find a way to get in, to fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Climbing out this hole (climbin' out this hole)
With a frown on my face
In the place to be, (in the place to be) and not to be at the same time
G-h-e-t-t-o-m-u-s-i-c-k stay down
O-u-t-k-a-s-t (oooh yeah) just know that we won't play round
If feet don't stank like they stank then they can't swallow dat down
Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us
Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out
You dig in, dig out, you get out
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
Find a way to get in, the fit in the ghetto
You get out, wit out a dime
Ghettomusick, ghettomusick
I just want you to know, how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?
I just want you to know, how I feel
Feeling good feeling great
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?

Hot tub add to the bony of tony
As my grandmama ettamay here and she show me
How to be the smooth operator, dominator in the state of Georgia
Hip hops there to destroy ya
Leave a mother fucker open like a foyer
He from the dirt now here come the paranoia
Although you couldn't have jacked the disrespect
The technique, sweat meet, wipe off the sweat
Fight off the shit and flush the waste down
The pipes of my life flow deep into the ground
Why my purpose on the surface of this earth is
Plan it, standards, trust and the purpose
Campaign in vein for the same lame fame, peo

(Intro)
Boys stop
It's about to be a girlfight
Hey, some new shit, yeah
Brooke Valentine, what?
It's about to be a what? Big boi, Lil Jon!
Sending this out to all the ladies that got beef with another bitch
Uh huh, just walk to that bitch and tell her, whatcha' tell her?

(Chorus)
It's about to be a what? Girlfight!
We bout to throw dem bows
We bout to swing dem thangs
We bout to throw dem bows
We bout to swing dem thangs
It's about to be a what? Girlfight!

(Verse 1)
There she go talkin' her mess
All around town making me stress,
I need to get this off my chest
And if her friend want some then she'll be next
It really ain't that complicated
Y'all walk around looking all frustrated
Want some plex come on let's make it
Ya acting real hard but I know ya fakin'

(Hook)
Know you really don't wanna step to this
Really don't know why you talk this shit
You about to catch one right in the lip
It's about to be a what? Girlfight!
Know you really don't wanna step to this
Really don't know why you talk this shit
You about to catch one right in the lip
It's about to be a what? Girlfight!

(Chorus)
It's about to be a what? Girlfight!
We bout to throw dem bows
We bout to swing dem thangs
We bout to throw dem bows
We bout to swing dem thangs
It's about to be a what? Girlfight!

(Verse 2)
We on our way to ya neighborhood
The reason why we comin' is understood
Me and my girls we down to ride
So when you hear us pull up bring ya butt outside
And if you try to call yo cousin and nem
Don't forget that I got some of dem
Bout to go real hard bout to swang dem thangs
Bout to feel elbows all in ya brain

(Hook)
Know you really don't wanna step to this
Really don't know why you talk this shit
You about to catch one right in the lip
It's about to be a what? Girlfight!

(Chorus)
It's about to be a what? Girlfight!
We bout to throw dem bows
We bout to swing dem thangs
We bout to throw dem bows
We bout to swing dem thangs
It's about to be a what? Girlfight!

(Bridge)
Oh I know you don't want me to split ya dome
Girl you makin me really mad...
Oh I know you don't want me to split ya dome
I'm about to bruise ya face and it's sad...

(Big Boi)
Oh snap, these bitches they act like cats
In the middle of the dance floor now they preparing to scrap
They takin out their scrunchies and pullin off their press-ons
The one on the right is the girlfriend and the one the left is another woman
Someone please call securty, these girls too perty,
To get down to the nitty titty
I mean the nitty gritty
I mean her titties pretty
I'm trippin being silly willy, man don't let them hoes fight

(Chorus)
It's about to be a what? Girlfight!
We bout to throw dem bows
We bout to swing dem thangs
We bout to throw dem bows
We bout to swing dem thangs
It's about to be a what? Girlfight!

Don't act like you don't know
We right outside yo door
See you peekin' out the window
I know you ain't talking noise no more
Don't act like you don't know
We right outside yo door
See you peekin' out the window
I know you ain't talking noise no more
Bitch come outside

(Outro)
(Subliminal!)
Don't act like you don't see me
It's about to be a...Girlfight

[Chorus]
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high
You need git up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git something
Cause you and I got to do for you and I

[Cee-Lo]
I don't recall, ever graduating at all
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asked to give me some living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admit, I've done some dumb shit
And I'm probably gon do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested
I know you know but I'm goin' say this to you I,
Get high but I don't get too high
So what's the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without
And what up with all these questions?
As act as though you know something I don't. Do you have any suggestions?
Cause every job I get is cruel and demeaning
Sick of taking trash out and toilet bowl cleaning
But I'm also sick and tired of struggling
I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smuggling
No, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue traveling this route
Without any doubt or fear
I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?

[Chorus]

[Big Boi]
Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what's said, you dickhead
See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fucking Pro Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking Starters
In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
They taught me how to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbers
So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em
Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em
See all the players came and all the players went
A player ain't a gangsta but a player can handle his shit bitch
You need to git up, git out, git something
Smoke out, 'cause it's all about money, money, money
Yeah I said it, a nigga sporting plats and a Braves hat
I hang with Rico Wade 'cause the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
I'm true to Organized, 'cause they raised me
I'm also down with LaFace 'cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And it's cool
Yeah, it's real cool, getting paid fat pockets
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha

[Chorus]

[Big Gipp]
A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred
Like a piece of wood and them spirits got the mutant's mind
I'm getting paranoid and steady looking for the time
It's eight in the morning and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride
I'm digging through the ash tray, hoping to have a good day
I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head
(You got to git up, git out and git something)
Now I know it's on, my day is finally started
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick
'84 Se-dan DeVille, steady bouncing,
Out the Pointe to Cambelton Road
The valley of the Southside flow
Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so
Keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit
Cause they known for jumpinf out of black Chevy trucks and through the fog
Here come the Red Dogs, I'm bustinf out around the corner in my hog
Dippin from the area, I'm scared
So one of these bitches might wind up dead
'cause I have no time for bail. Fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin Bail
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
Thinkin that my city is the big lick for 96
94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past
Hootie hoo, my white owls are burning kinda slow

[Chorus]

[Dre]
Y'all telling me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why?
Ain't nobody black running but crackers, so, why I got to register?
I thinking of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes
So let me take ya way, back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta,
Y'all could not tell me nothing, thought I hit that bottom rock
At age 13, start working at the loading dock
They laying my mama off of work, General Motors tripping
But I come home Bank like Hank, from licking and dipping
Doing dumb shit, not knowing what a nigga know now
Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down
I dips, over to East Point, still acting a fool
Wasting my time in the school, I'd rather be shooting pool
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about macking hoes and wearing pimp fade
Instead of being in class, I'd rather be up in some ass
Not, thinking about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that's fucked up. I should of listened when my mama told me
That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
Figured she was talking yin-yang, so I payed her no attention
And kept missing the point she tried to poke me with
The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin broke and shit
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST
So get up off your ass

[Chorus: x4]

God
Come in God
God come in God
Damn you're a girl
well i guess the reason i'm talking to you tonight is
cause i've been doing alot of thinking
i mean iconsider myself a pretty cool guy
and i've never cheated on any of my girlfriends
well well except that one lil' time in japan
but that was just some head and head dont count right?
aww thank's God i knew you would understand
well i just feel like i want to be honest wit you
God i just need a sweet bitch
you know sombody not to fast but not to slow
cause i dont have it my damn self
and life aint easy
you know you want somebody by yourside
to help you smooth that thang out
you know what sayin
and i'm not being picky
she dosen't even to have a big ol ass
just something well popotioned
toher body you know a nice lil tail
what?
you say you you've found somebody
is she cute?
so when do iget to meet her?
aww
God you're the greatest
well i guess i'll talk to you later
amen
oh i'm sorry
alady"

Ahhh, such sweet sound
The Fiddler on the Fuckin' Roof
Is that Mr. Bentley Fonzworth?

[Big Boi]
Indeed it is Sir

Good day, good sir
How do you do? Look fine

Fantastically well
I am certainly not fine by far
But you could say
I'm close to spectacular

Close to spectacular? How so?

Open your eyes
Spectacular's right in front of you

Whatever you say... your spectacular

No I'm fantastically well

Come on man make up your mind
A minute ago you said you were fine

No I said I'm close to spectacular
But I'm meeting fine in a minute

Close to spectacular?
You said you were fantastically well

Exaxtly

Exactly?? Which one are you?
Close to spectacular or Fantastically well?

I am certainly and without a doubt
Fantastically well and was close to Spectacular but I must say
You just pissed spectacular off
And don't even mention exactly...
But here comes fine right now

Oh lord, she is fine

[Woman] Gentlemen

[Big Boi] Behold

[together] A lady

Ahhh, such sweet sound
The Fiddler on the Fuckin' Roof
Is that Mr. Bentley Fonzworth?

[Big Boi]
Indeed it is Sir

Good day, good sir
How do you do? Look fine

Fantastically well
I am certainly not fine by far
But you could say
I'm close to spectacular

Close to spectacular? How so?

Open your eyes
Spectacular's right in front of you

Whatever you say... your spectacular

No I'm fantastically well

Come on man make up your mind
A minute ago you said you were fine

No I said I'm close to spectacular
But I'm meeting fine in a minute

Close to spectacular?
You said you were fantastically well

Exaxtly

Exactly?? Which one are you?
Close to spectacular or Fantastically well?

I am certainly and without a doubt
Fantastically well and was close to Spectacular but I must say
You just pissed spectacular off
And don't even mention exactly...
But here comes fine right now

Oh lord, she is fine

[Woman] Gentlemen

[Big Boi] Behold

[together] A lady

How ya'll feelin' tonight?
I don't give a damn

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Mama i'm leavin' way from home to join the circus
And papa i go into that place where them clowns get down (get down)
Sister i know that there are lions tigers and bears
I'll be safe and sure to call ya'll when i get there

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Nothing but the greatest show on earth
(shut up while i'm singing) step right up step right up come one come all
What u want what u need
Wanna drank wanna chief
I got it yeah i got it

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Mama i'm moving up and i'll be selling cotton candy
And papa next week they'll let me sit on the trapeze-eze whoo
Uncle you should see all these dancing girls
And every night i get to sleep under the big top

<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Macy Gray ad libs]</i>
Ain't nothing like...great
It's the greatest show on earth
Da da da da da da
What u want what u need
Wanna drank wanna chief
I...i got it hey i got it

<i>[Bridge]</i>
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh whoa
Yeah yeah oh yeah
Ooh ooh yeah yeah

<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[ad libs]</i>
Ok ok ok ok ok
I got good love
I got true love
I got green love
I got blue love
I got dark love
I got light love
I got white love
I got chinese love
I got plaid love
I got stripeded love

What you clapping for i ain't done yet

My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing

[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
I don't think y'all heard me!
I just wanna say Happy Valentine's Day!
Every day the 14th!
Can y'all dig that?
Now when arrows don't penetrate, see
Cupid grabs the pistol (Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here!)
And he shoots straight for your heart
And when he won't miss you!
That's alright 'cause y'all won't believe in me anyways
But..

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya won't believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's all this talk about Santa Claus, but see
love will rule reign supreme)

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th! (You got it!)
When Cupid knocks at your door
You can't ignore me!
There's no need to run!
So, Happy Valentine's Day (Hey!)
Every day the 14th!
I may have it all wrong, see
If you know what loves mean, well
Well, somebody tell me!
'Cuz they just don't believe in me!

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's so much fuss about Santa Claus, but see
Cupid will not be defeated!)

[Verse 3: Andre 3000]
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
Now I know your hearts have grown cold
And that bothers me
Now I understand 'cause I use to be a bad boy in my day
I know you're trying to protect your lil' feelings
but you can't run away
Oooh ooh!

[Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)]
Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy..
(Hey! Don't you supposed to be some kind of player or something?)
Bunny!

[Talking: Andre 3000]
Well keep on runnin', player
'Cause I got my good shoes on
And I got 'em tied up tight
So, you're going to find out tonightttttttttt!

[Verse 4: Andre 3000]
Got a sweet lil' darling back in my corner
Below I know I love her, but act like I don't want her
Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner
Could be an organ donor
The way I give up my heart, but
Never know because - shit, I never tell her!
Ask me about my feelings I'd holla' that it's irrela'
I don't get myself caught up in the Jello gella'
And puddin' pops, that others opt to call falling in love, but
For the record, have you ever rode a horse?
Would I like for you to take me to Pluto?
I said, "Of course!"
But if you ain't a sweety indeedy, I won't endorse
Hans Solo till I'm hit by the bullet, so may the force
Be with you, and I'll hit you when better time permits
For now, give me examples of why you're the shit!
But how am I to know with the profession that I'm in?
And if you do not know me, then how could you be my friend?

[Chorus: Andre 3000, Joi, and "Skreechy Peachy"]
Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's
Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine's Day

[Continue Chorus until fade]

One two
three uh!
My baby don't mess
around
Because she loves
me so
And this I know
for sho'
But does she
really want to
But can't stand
to see me
Walk out
the door
Don't try to fight
the feeling
'Cause the thought
alone is
Killing me
right now
Thank God for
mom and dad
For sticking
two together
Because we don't
know how
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
You think
you've got it
Oh you think
you've got it
But got it
just don't get it
Until there's
nothing at all
We get together
oh we get together
But separate's
always better
When there's
feelings involved
If what they say is
(nothing is forever)
Then what makes?
then what makes?
Then what makes?
then what makes?
Then what makes?
(love the exception?)
So why oh? why oh?
why oh? why oh?
Why oh?
are we so in denial?
When we know we're
not happy here?
Hey ya! hey ya!
(don't want to
Meet your daddy)
hey ya~~~~~
(Just want you
in my caddy)
Hey ya~~~~~ (don't want to
meet your mama)
Hey ya~~~~~ (just want to
make you cumma)
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~
hey ya! alright now
Alright now
fellas (yeah)
What's cooler
than being cool?
(Ice cold)
I can't hear you?
I say what's
what's cooler
Than being cool?
(ice cold)
Alright alright
alright alright
Alright alright
alright alright
Alright alright
alright alright
Alright alright
alright ladies! (yeah)
We gon' break
this thing down
In just a few seconds
now don't have me
Break this thing down
for nothing
Now wanna see
y'all on y'all
Baddest behavior
lend me some sugar
I am your neighbor
ah! here we go!
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it like
a polaroid picture!
Hey ya! shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it like
a polaroid picture!
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it like
a polaroid picture!
Sugar shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it like
a polaroid picture!
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~
Hey ya~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~~~~

One two
three uh!
My baby don't mess
around
Because she loves
me so
And this I know
for sho'
But does she
really want to
But can't stand
to see me
Walk out
the door
Don't try to fight
the feeling
'Cause the thought
alone is
Killing me
right now
Thank God for
mom and dad
For sticking
two together
Because we don't
know how
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
You think
you've got it
Oh you think
you've got it
But got it
just don't get it
Until there's
nothing at all
We get together
oh we get together
But separate's
always better
When there's
feelings involved
If what they say is
(nothing is forever)
Then what makes?
then what makes?
Then what makes?
then what makes?
Then what makes?
(love the exception?)
So why oh? why oh?
why oh? why oh?
Why oh?
are we so in denial?
When we know we're
not happy here?
Hey ya! hey ya!
(don't want to
Meet your daddy)
hey ya~~~~~
(Just want you
in my caddy)
Hey ya~~~~~ (don't want to
meet your mama)
Hey ya~~~~~ (just want to
make you cumma)
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~
hey ya! alright now
Alright now
fellas (yeah)
What's cooler
than being cool?
(Ice cold)
I can't hear you?
I say what's
what's cooler
Than being cool?
(ice cold)
Alright alright
alright alright
Alright alright
alright alright
Alright alright
alright alright
Alright alright
alright ladies! (yeah)
We gon' break
this thing down
In just a few seconds
now don't have me
Break this thing down
for nothing
Now wanna see
y'all on y'all
Baddest behavior
lend me some sugar
I am your neighbor
ah! here we go!
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it like
a polaroid picture!
Hey ya! shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it like
a polaroid picture!
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it like
a polaroid picture!
Sugar shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it like
a polaroid picture!
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~
Hey ya~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~~~~

One two
three uh!
My baby don't mess
around
Because she loves
me so
And this I know
for sho'
But does she
really want to
But can't stand
to see me
Walk out
the door
Don't try to fight
the feeling
'Cause the thought
alone is
Killing me
right now
Thank God for
mom and dad
For sticking
two together
Because we don't
know how
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
You think
you've got it
Oh you think
you've got it
But got it
just don't get it
Until there's
nothing at all
We get together
oh we get together
But separate's
always better
When there's
feelings involved
If what they say is
(nothing is forever)
Then what makes?
then what makes?
Then what makes?
then what makes?
Then what makes?
(love the exception?)
So why oh? why oh?
why oh? why oh?
Why oh?
are we so in denial?
When we know we're
not happy here?
Hey ya! hey ya!
(don't want to
Meet your daddy)
hey ya~~~~~
(Just want you
in my caddy)
Hey ya~~~~~ (don't want to
meet your mama)
Hey ya~~~~~ (just want to
make you cumma)
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~
hey ya! alright now
Alright now
fellas (yeah)
What's cooler
than being cool?
(Ice cold)
I can't hear you?
I say what's
what's cooler
Than being cool?
(ice cold)
Alright alright
alright alright
Alright alright
alright alright
Alright alright
alright alright
Alright alright
alright ladies! (yeah)
We gon' break
this thing down
In just a few seconds
now don't have me
Break this thing down
for nothing
Now wanna see
y'all on y'all
Baddest behavior
lend me some sugar
I am your neighbor
ah! here we go!
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it like
a polaroid picture!
Hey ya! shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it like
a polaroid picture!
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it like
a polaroid picture!
Sugar shake it
shake shake it
Shake it
shake shake it
Shake it shake it
shake shake it
Shake it like
a polaroid picture!
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~
Hey ya~~~~~
hey ya~~~~~~~~