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[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]

[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!

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

[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]

[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...

Been Patient,
We both played our part in heart-breakin
Most of you hurt more than I've wasted?
Took plause to the heart that's family
mamma girl been twenty years a hustler
He always talk, never talk shit
Go one more place up near to a boss?
Couldnt take it so you leave
See yo mamma on the couch stressin
She lookin at the clock
Its a quarter past ten,
Next day and still no sign of daddy.
A hustler, always loyal to the customer
In love with the only example of family.
I wanna take you..?

(Chorus)2x

Daddy said when you hit 18,
That you would never marry one like me,
But didn't know ya fell for
A hustler, hustle blood all in me.
But I've been waiting for this day to come.

(Verse 1)
Waiting for the day to come
Like waitin on the mail man, first of the month Imma,
Straight go getta, trendsetter, make a mo when a nigga bust.
Dude I keep her soakin wet to the touch, I do.
No Joke, can't stop til' she get enough,
Like a paper top, we could pick her up, blow smoke, chop chop
Better hit the blunt, nigga wat up, up, up and away.
I ain't fixing to front from the jump, from the getty up bro
There plenty pretty bitties in the city I'm from
Man I'm gonna get me just one
To ride shotgun do you hear me just one, one, one.
(Bom Bom diddy bomm bomm,Bom Bom Bom diddy bomm bomm)

(Chorus)2x
Daddy said when you hit 18,
That you would never marry one like me,
But didn't know ya fell for
A hustler, hustle blood all in me.
But I've been waiting for this day to come.

(Bridge)
Waiting for this day to come,
Lady come and give me some
You know you're my only one,
Just lay back girl have some fun.
Can I come over let me squeeze
You so tight girl let me see
Just what you can do for me.
Drop down low and shake it please.

(Verse 2)
Nothing in the world can keep us apart
Like nancy and stevie from the start?
My blood pumps red, but give me a purple heart instead
Cause a nigga go hard.
Kinda like a egg, boiling in a pot of hot water.
Or like a fed with a no knock warrant.
I want her so imma go an get her
You hear me? We got her surrounded, she gonna give it to me.
Give it up, give back, hands up,
Hand cuff with the wrist back, back up.
The type drink to make a nigga act up,
Mask up, get the cadillac and mash up.
Any, and every, thing on site like a drop-box chevy.
(Bom Bom diddy bomm bomm,Bom Bom Bom diddy bomm bomm)

(Chorus)2x
Daddy said when you hit 18,
That you would never marry one like me,
But didn't know ya fell for
A hustler, hustle blood all in me.
But I've been waiting for this day to come.

(Bridge)
Waiting for this day to come,
Lady come give me some
You know youre my only one,
Just lay back girl have some fun
I come over let me squeeze
You so tight girl let me see
Just what you can do for me
Drop down low and shake it please.

[Verse One: Big Boi]
The rhymes I designed are truly unrefined
Like diamonds with a spec of blood dug up out a mine
Flows flood between the ears right behind my eyes
Giving birth to lines, soul searching for the prize
I take my time when deciding what to write
Like the SAT while these other niggaz bite
Underated and mostly hated but got a lot of fight
Like a player, play the background, fuck the spotlight
Night night, I recite when I step up to this mic
Reputation trump tight like the husband want a wife
Stay sharp as broken glass, get busted on or smashed
When your ass cross paths with this half of the Kast

[Chorus One: B.o.B + (Big Boi)]
It's bed time, bed time
Tuck yourself I can tell that you're terrified
Check my record you'll see that I'm verified
(Nobody want none) I terrorize
(Don't nobody want none) Now you're terrified
(Nobody want none of this here) It's bed time

[Big Boi talking]
Yeah this where second vers supposed to go
I don't think I need to hit ya'll with another verse
But, I think I might, because I like to destroy shit

[Verse Two: Big Boi]
There's no time to retreat and no surrender
Been ready for battle General Patton's no beginner
I keep it all Madden, I call the play then execute for the W
Leave the rest of you destitute, now put that money up
Oh and your content is nonsense; How you expect to
get it a little resitution with all this ghetto flaugin
Snow, that's for tobaggans, no won't be no pardons
Or bargains, three striked then you +Yank+ed up like +A. Rod+
and, uh, with no apartments, you got no home to run to
You snitching on yourself and no its your front they come through
Without a tap on your phone
The only thing they had to do is listen to raps on your songs...

[Chorus Two: Joi + (Big Boi)]
Lights out, the time for the nighty night's overude
This is the final countdown to your swan song, you are through
All wack emcees and posers this is going out to you
Fuck boys will drop their jaws and all because here something new
(Something new, something new) ooooh-ooooh-oh-ooooh
(Something new, something new)

[Verse Three: Big Boi]
Straight out the plastic, like a pair of footies, no show
My nigga you can't no see me and thats for sho, four door
Any kind of Cadillac I go slow, what I'm smoking on
Some of that chokehold, no low, no mid
Top of the line pine, because I blow big, been here for a while
Your momma likes my style, and so do your kids
I know you love it, cuz a hater loves to hate
You need me like a junkie needs a razor blade and plate
I'm dope nigga

[Chorus One]

[Chorus Two]

Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo
All the hoes say, (Gucci: hah hah hah)
Gucci up, here we go A-town, C-post
Cut masta swift down ya throat
Boy stop, Sir Luscious Left Foot's on fire
Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try
Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit,
Inking hit up after hit
This penmanship is so legit
I came equipped like a prophylactic
Now they riding dicks, like
Stylin' on these suckas out here tryin to buy they bitch
Now they rich try to piss everybody to trick off
But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawers,
Word to the brown James he some chicken chow mein,
Really man you done say some silly things
And the fella Dana Dane
Boy, you cuffin' claim to game
Hate my main thang, got my last name, ya know't I mayne?

I'm on my grind shawty,
Don't block my shine shawty.
Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?
Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up
I'm on my grind shawty,
Don't block my shine shawty.
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
Chill a little, sit a minute.
I can't close my safe no more,
Cause I got too much money in it.

Gucci in the cell; did a deal, went to jail
I make music, I make movies, I'm in Tyler Perry's cell
I don't smell coming out the lam', fuck it what the hell
Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down; she got on Chanel
In the tent rolling stupid kush like I'm in the restroom
In the club with a half a pound (hundred fifty blunts)
Zone 6 - East Atlanta - don't fuck with Nia Long
Boy: shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on
On the block with my stupid watch. Boy you need to stop!
When I stop, everybody watch the car don't have a top
In the streets. Cost a stupid check roll another pack
Now I'm gone, I can't even flip: Eastside where you at?

[hook]

Can't be tripping 'bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe,
The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can't get up and walk away shawty,
With my southern drawl awkwardly I spray like the backside of a skunk in the stash house with the pump,
Pistol grip in my lap at all times in the 'lac from Atlanta to savannah can't a nigga stop that
Not when god's got his hands on me only the strong survive
And the weak, minded are falling by the wayside, they try.
But we shall overcome and succeed, indeed
But with disaster comes a great responsibility
We chose to lead not follow
It's a hard pill to swallow
Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow.

Uh I keep it playa while
some choose to play it safe
Boy check the resume
it's risky business in the A
And I've been a witness
to this history
Ever since the the 10th grade
We went from rockin brades
to temp fades
I twist my A hat to the side
just for style
or throw on the Gucci bucket
with the flowers super fly
Wow the southern pride
been known to shut it down
But it ain't so country my nigga
this ain't no Gomer Pile
I'm sergeant slaughter
I keep my shit cooked
to order in order
To satisfy my people in Georgia
and across the water
And across the boarder
the essays are getting smarter
They got flour for tortillas
and lettuce for enchiladas
if you follow wink wink
no doubt we don't speak
in a blink them folks could
have you sleeping in the clink
I'm shittin' on niggas
and pee'ing on the seat
It's the nigga the BIG BOI OUT
Now party people in the club
it's time to cut a rug
and throw the deuce up in the sky
just for the shutrerbuggs
I'm double fisted
and if you're empty
you can grab a cup
Boy stop i'm just playing
Let me dap you up
Baby baby you're in my system
baby baby tell me your listening
Boy it's after 12
club's like A Hive Bee
A bee hive cause not everybody
buzzin around me
Could it be the way
the verse is sounding
Came up on the Gheto Boys
and the Underground Kingz
Toys I had a brougham
called it pretty brown thing
Paint look like root beer
when the sun was shining
Known to keep a bad bitch
No niggas beside me
Index finger on the trigger
in case niggas is clowning
Not to flex but to protect my neck
like the Wu Tang
Self preservation is the rule
when you do aim
Or get in something more sinister
You gotta be the finisher to
make it sure the doctors
they can't replenish him
Or bring him back to life
Back to reality
Gone get on some hoes
leave it alone
Triple OG status A town's very own
Now party people in the club
it's time to cut a rug
and throw the deuce up in the sky
just for the shutrerbuggs
I'm double fisted
and if you're empty
you can grab a cup
Boy stop i'm just playing
Let me dap you up
Baby baby you're in my system
baby baby tell me your listening
Now this goes out to all my playas
in the back sippin' yack
Bendin' 'round corners
in the 'lac Cut a rug playa
now cut a rug
And throw yo' deuce up in the sky
for the shutterbugg
And this goes out to
all my ladies in the front
What you want
You make me wanna breed
Girl freeze Cut a rug lady
now cut a rug And throw
yo' deuce up in the sky
for the shutterbugg
Now party people in the club
it's time to cut a rug
and throw the deuce up in the sky
just for the shutrerbuggs
I'm double fisted
and if you're empty
you can grab a cup
Boy stop i'm just playing
Let me dap you up
Baby baby you're in my system
baby baby tell me your listening
Tell me you're listening
cause you all up in my system
I can feel you from
my head to my toes
You're in my system
Lucious Leftfoot's got
his best foot forward darling
Lord have mercy how them
flows stay so cold froze
Tell me you're listening

You're in my system

Yeah, yeah*

[Chorus 1: ~Khujo Goodie, Big Boi~]
[K.G.:] She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream
She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine?
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine
[B.B.:] She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things
I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine

[Big Boi:]
Now, let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cuff or cake
I, put her on a plate until she's no longer awake
They just lay, fast asleep, when I hit 'em with the snake
Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes
On display, she's a model but she only model shoes
Not fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute
How she choose? She just whispers in my ear ("I'm with you")
I'm the type of dude that sends your baby mama out for food
And I also like her throat action, with a passion
Love in her mou-outh, for dental satisfaction
That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashin
Ughhh, bust one back of the 'llac, stabbin (hootie hoo!)
She know what's happenin, there's no reason to doubt it
If you ask her how I got it she say ("How he had went about it was")
And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare
Settle down cause she right there

[Chorus One]

[T.I.]
Okay, midnight, fit like, four or five chicks
in the drop '66 bumpin "Southernplayalistic"
as we ridin through the city lights, Monday Magic City night
Pass these around, momentarily they feelin like
gettin right, good girls, got 'em gettin busy like
big dykes, eatin so much pussy they forget pipe
All got boyfriends, tell me they don't hit it right
They come see me so they can come be freaks
in the back seat, everything's fast like a track meet
All I can see is titties, pussy lips and ass cheeks
Actually, no exaggeration, no imaginin
Real talk, my reality is yo' fantasy
Keisha, Kim, Tamika, Shay, Alicia and Gloria
Chasin this broad tryin to find euphoria
Name notorious, dick game glorious
Find me shawty when ya boyfriend borin ya

[Chorus Two: Big Boi, Khujo Goodie]
[B.B.] Shake it like some Texas Pete droppin on your collard greens
Make it hotter when she want a dollar, do you follow me?
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
[K.G.] Smellin like some tangerines, rollin like she on some beans
Garter belt full of greens, booty bustin out the seams
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - watch her shake it like a tambourine

[Big Boi]
Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine
as everything outdo's, the kind of girl I describe her like-like-like
Michael Jordan when he's froze in a pose of a Jumpman
Top flight security on these hoes man
She drop it low only for me to pick her up
When she's liquored up I'm leavin my fingerprints on her butt
A ten-hut, at attention as we stand for this woman
General Patton, boy stop, we think she cummin
Lovin the way that I'm dickin her down, Boi you bluffin
Nothin but a nigga like me be straight up royal flushin
But this ain't 'bout playin no cards dummy
Her give me open mouth sugar and she go hard for me
Even take a charge for me, if the coppers caught us ridin
to get a tray of fruit, and a pack of 1-point-5's and
I'm all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team
We burn it down like California trees in the breeze
Fire!

[Chorus One]

[Outro]
Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it
Shake shake it, shake shake that ass
Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it
Shake shake it, shake shake that, shake that
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (and all my ladies go to)
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (shake shake it, shake that ass)

Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me
Cause a nigga like me don't fuck around
Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me
Cause a nigga like me don't fuck around

Rump bump-it, (repeat 14)

I know you see that
No ones competing
Ooh that turns me on
Ooh that turns me on

What turns me on about ya, I doubt you have a clue,
Sassy attitude, and red bottom shoes
Got I'm mad at you
I do think you're fierce and that you
Killing them of course
With the features of an angel
And the bottom of a horse
Thoroughbred, thorough head
Makes ya moist like the dark fudge
Brownie with the nut of your choice
Soaking wet, all the feathers in the goose
Down, who's loose now
You done let the juice ooze down
Do smile, when you do it's on some ooh child
Kiss ya in the mouth, juicy fruit, make it cool down
And make it truth, ain't it true now
Divine neck, the respect it ain't shit for me to prove gal
You need some time, press the snooze down
I don't mind cause I'm as hard as all the iron in all the tool house
Or tool shed, go and play it like
When alarm sound off around two is up ahead

I know you see that(It ain't going down without cha)
No ones competed
Ooh that turns me on
Ooh that turns me on

Who gives a damn about the past
I live for the day, plan for the future, pack a lunch, and haul ass
Anyway, it ain't no time for no picnics,
This that business, the slickness to get your chick hit quick
I make her drip all her liquids
Then get butt booty naked when I spit on some pimp shit
Make her legs shake so she never loses interest
Calling out my name when I'm asking, "whose is this? "
Naw, it's not a game, ass falling out the frame
With the Polaroid camera I have to take two flicks
She can't avoid all the stamina, we do this
With no steroids or other artificial juices.
Therefore, she knows the undisputed truth
When I slip into this boo while I slide into this booth
I'm kicking it with you, lot like martial artists do
We can break boards, and you can kick rocks

I know you see that (it ain't going down without cha)
No ones competed
Ooh that turns me on
Ooh that turns me on

Sit yourself down on my big old bed
Turn your body round here let me give you some-
Don't you want to make a freaky memory with me
So later on you can think about it then you'll be like
Damn...

That turns me on

I know you see that (It ain't going down without 'cha)
No ones competed
Ooh that turns me on
Ooh that turns me on

From the back

Now from the front

Yeah, yeah*

[Chorus 1: ~Khujo Goodie, Big Boi~]
[K.G.:] She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream
She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine?
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine
[B.B.:] She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things
I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine

[Big Boi:]
Now, let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cuff or cake
I, put her on a plate until she's no longer awake
They just lay, fast asleep, when I hit 'em with the snake
Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes
On display, she's a model but she only model shoes
Not fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute
How she choose? She just whispers in my ear ("I'm with you")
I'm the type of dude that sends your baby mama out for food
And I also like her throat action, with a passion
Love in her mou-outh, for dental satisfaction
That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashin
Ughhh, bust one back of the 'llac, stabbin (hootie hoo!)
She know what's happenin, there's no reason to doubt it
If you ask her how I got it she say ("How he had went about it was")
And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare
Settle down cause she right there

[Chorus One]

[T.I.]
Okay, midnight, fit like, four or five chicks
in the drop '66 bumpin "Southernplayalistic"
as we ridin through the city lights, Monday Magic City night
Pass these around, momentarily they feelin like
gettin right, good girls, got 'em gettin busy like
big dykes, eatin so much pussy they forget pipe
All got boyfriends, tell me they don't hit it right
They come see me so they can come be freaks
in the back seat, everything's fast like a track meet
All I can see is titties, pussy lips and ass cheeks
Actually, no exaggeration, no imaginin
Real talk, my reality is yo' fantasy
Keisha, Kim, Tamika, Shay, Alicia and Gloria
Chasin this broad tryin to find euphoria
Name notorious, dick game glorious
Find me shawty when ya boyfriend borin ya

[Chorus Two: Big Boi, Khujo Goodie]
[B.B.] Shake it like some Texas Pete droppin on your collard greens
Make it hotter when she want a dollar, do you follow me?
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
[K.G.] Smellin like some tangerines, rollin like she on some beans
Garter belt full of greens, booty bustin out the seams
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - watch her shake it like a tambourine

[Big Boi]
Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine
as everything outdo's, the kind of girl I describe her like-like-like
Michael Jordan when he's froze in a pose of a Jumpman
Top flight security on these hoes man
She drop it low only for me to pick her up
When she's liquored up I'm leavin my fingerprints on her butt
A ten-hut, at attention as we stand for this woman
General Patton, boy stop, we think she cummin
Lovin the way that I'm dickin her down, Boi you bluffin
Nothin but a nigga like me be straight up royal flushin
But this ain't 'bout playin no cards dummy
Her give me open mouth sugar and she go hard for me
Even take a charge for me, if the coppers caught us ridin
to get a tray of fruit, and a pack of 1-point-5's and
I'm all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team
We burn it down like California trees in the breeze
Fire!

[Chorus One]

[Outro]
Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it
Shake shake it, shake shake that ass
Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it
Shake shake it, shake shake that, shake that
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (and all my ladies go to)
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (shake shake it, shake that ass)

[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...

[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...

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]

Monae and Leftfoot
Another day
I take your pain away
Some people talk about ya
Like they know all about ya
When you get down they doubt ya
And when you tippin on the scene
Yeah they talkin' bout it
Cause they can't tip
all on the scene with ya
Whatcha talk about it
T t t talkin' bout it
When you get elevated
They love it or they hate it
You dance up on them haters
Keep getting funky on the scene
While they jumpin' round ya
They trying to take all your dreams
But you can't allow it
Cause baby whether
you're high or low
Whether you're high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope
T t t tip on the tightrope
Baby baby baby
Whether you're high or low
Baby whether you're high or low
You got to tip on the tightrope
Now let me see you do the tightrope
And I'm still tippin' on it
See I'm not walkin' on it
Or tryin to run around it
This ain't no acrobatics
You either follow or you lead yeah
I'm talkin' bout you
I'll keep on blaming
the machine yeah
I'm talkin' bout it
T t t talkin' bout it
I can't complain about it
I gotta keep my balance
And just keep dancin on it
We gettin funky on the scene
Yeah you know about it
Like a star on the screen
Watch me tip all on it
Then baby whether I'm high or low
Baby whether you're high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope
Yeah tip on the tightrope
Baby baby baby
Whether you're high or low
Baby whether you're high or low
Tip on the tightrope
Baby let me see you tight rope
And I'm still tippin' on it
You gotta keep your balance
Or you fall into the gap
It's a challenge but I manage
Cause I'm cautious with the strap
No damage to your cameras
damn I thought that
Can I passy
Why you don't want no friction
Like the back of a matchbook
That I pass as I will forward you
And your MacBook
Clothes shows will shut you down
Before we go go backwards
Act up and whether we high or low
We gonna get back up
Like the dow jones and nasdaq
Sorta like a thong in an ass crack
Come on
I tip on alligators
and little rattle snakers
But I'm another flavor
Something like a terminator
Ain't no equivocating
I fight for what I believe
Why you talkin' bout it
S s she's talkin' bout it
Some callin me a sinner
Some callin me a winner
I'm callin you to dinner
And you know exactly what I mean
Yeah I'm talkin bout you
You can rock or you can leave
Watch me tip without you
N N Now whether I'm high or low
Whether I'm high or low
I'm gonna tip on the tightrope
Baby baby baby
Whether I'm high or low
I got to tip on the tightrope
Now baby tip on the tightrope
You can't get too high
I said you can't get too low
Cause you get too high
No you'll surely be low
1 2 3 Ho

Yeah yeah
Now shut up yeah
Yeah Now put some voodoo on it
Ladies and Gentlemen the funky
is on section in
the tribalist Yeah OH
We call that classy brass

Do you mind
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady
Do you mind
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady
As I play the ukulele
If I play my ukulele
Just like a little lady

Big Boi
Monae and Leftfoot

Janelle Monae
Whoaaa
(Yeah, yeah)
Another day
(Dab-a-dee Nae)
I take your pain away
(Come on)

Some people talk about ya
Like they know all about ya
When you get down, they doubt ya
And when you tip it on the scene
Yeah, they talkin' bout it
'Cause they can't tip on the scene
Watcha talk about it
T-t-t-talkin' bout it
When you get elevated
They love it or they hate it
You dance up on them haters
Keep getting funky on the scene
Why they jumpin' round ya?
They trying to take all of your dreams
But you can't allow it

'Cause baby, whether you're high or low
Whether you're high or low
You got to tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it)
T-t-t-tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it)
Baby baby, whether you're high or low (High or low)
Baby, whether you're high or low (High or low)
You got to tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it)
Now let me see you do the tightrope (Tip-tip on it)

And I'm still tippin' on it
See I'm not walkin' on it
Or tryin' to run around it
This ain't no acrobatics
You either follow or you lead
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you
I'll keep on blaming the machine
Yeah, I'm talkin' bout it
T-t-t-talkin' bout it
I can't complain about it
I gotta keep my balance
And just keep dancin' on it
We gettin' funky on the scene
And you know about it
Like a star on the screen
Watch me tip all on it

Now baby, whether I'm high or low (High or low)
Baby, whether you're high or low (High or low)
You got to tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it)
Yeah, tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it)
Baby baby, whether you're high or low (High or low)
Baby, whether you're high or low (High or low)
You got to tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it)
Baby, let me see ya tightrope (Tip-tip on it)
And I'm still tippin' on it

Big Boi
You gotta keep your balance
Or you fall into the gap
It's a challenge but I manage
'Cause I'm cautious with the strap
Do damage to your cameras damn I thought they cannot pass
See why you don't want no friction
Like the back of a matchbook
Daddy Fat Sax will fold you and your MacBook
Closed shows, shut you down
Before we go-go backwards
Act up, and whether we high or low
We gonna get back up
Like the Dow Jones and NASDAQ
Sorta like a thong in an ass crack
Come on

Janelle Monae
I tip on alligators and little rattlesnakers
But I'm another flavor
Something like a Terminator
Ain't no equivocating
I fight for what I believe
Why you talkin' bout it?
Sh-sh-she's talkin' bout it
Some callin' me a sinner
Some callin' me a winner
I'm callin' you to dinner
And you know exactly what I mean
Yeah I'm talkin 'bout ya
You can rock or you can leave
Watch me tip without you

N-N-Now whether I'm high or low (High or low)
Whether I'm high or low (High or low)
I'm gonna tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it)
Mmmm (Tip-tip on it)
Baby baby, whether I'm high or low (High or low)
High or low (High or low)
I gotta tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it)
Now baby, tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it)
(Baa baa ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba)

You can get too high
(We can get too high)
I said you can get too low
(We can get too low)
'Cause you get too high
(You can get too high)
Now you'll surely be low
(Now you'll surely be low)
1, 2, 3, hello

Ha

Yeah (Huh)
Yeah
Now shut up! (Oww)
Yeah (Ok)
Yeah (Ok ok ok)
Now put some voodoo on it
Ladies and Gentlemen, the funkiest horn section in Metropolis
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
We call that classy brass

(I gotta keep my balance)

Ooohhhhhhh
Ooohhhhhhh
(Now, there's a thin line)
OH!
(Now, there's a thin line)

Do ya'll mind
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady?

Do ya'll mind
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady?

As I play the ukulele

Uh I keep it playa while some
choose to play it safe
Boy check the resume
it's risky business in the A
And I've been a witness
to this history
Ever since the the 10th grade
We went from rockin brades
to temp fades I twist my A
hat to the side just for style
or throw on the Gucci bucket
with the flowers super fly
Wow the southern pride been
known to shut it down
But it ain't so country my nigga
this ain't no Gomer Pile
I'm sergeant slaughter
I keep my shit cooked to order
in order To satisfy my people
in Georgia and across the water
And across the boarder the essays
are getting smarter
They got flour for tortillas
and lettuce for enchiladas
if you follow wink wink
no doubt we don't speak
in a blink them folks could have you
sleeping in the clink
I'm shittin' on niggas
and pee'ing on the seat
It's the nigga the BIG BOI OUT
Now party people in the club
it's time to cut a rug and
throw the deuce up in the sky
just for the shutrerbuggs
I'm double fisted and
if you're empty you can grab a cup
Boy stop i'm just playing
Let me dap you up baby baby
you're in my system baby baby
tell me your listening
Boy it's after 12
club's like A Hive Bee
A bee hive cause not everybody
buzzin around me
Could it be the way the verse is
sounding Came up on the Gheto Boys
and the Underground Kingz
Toys I had a brougham
called it pretty brown thing
Paint look like root beer
when the sun was shining
Known to keep a bad bitch
No niggas beside me
Index finger on the trigger
in case niggas is clowning
Not to flex but to protect my neck
like the Wu Tang Self preservation
is the rule when you do aim
Or get in something more sinister
You gotta be the finisher to
make it sure the doctors
they can't replenish him
Or bring him back to life
Back to reality Gone get on
some hoes leave it alone
Triple OG status A town's very own
Now party people in the club
it's time to cut a rug and
throw the deuce up in the sky
just for the shutrerbuggs
I'm double fisted and
if you're empty you can grab a cup
Boy stop i'm just playing
Let me dap you up
baby baby you're in my system
baby baby tell me your listening
Now this goes out to all
my playas in the back sippin' yack
Bendin' round corners in the 'lac
Cut a rug playa now cut a rug
And throw yo' deuce up in the sky
for the shutterbugg
And this goes out to all my ladies
in the front What you want
You make me wanna breed
Girl freeze Cut a rug lady
now cut a rug And throw yo'
deuce up in the sky
for the shutterbugg
Now party people in the club
it's time to cut a rug and
throw the deuce up in the sky
just for the shutrerbuggs
I'm double fisted and
if you're empty you can grab a cup
Boy stop i'm just playing
Let me dap you up baby baby
you're in my system baby baby
tell me your listening
cause you all up in my system
I can feel you from my head
to my toes
Lucious Leftfoot's got his
best foot forward darling
Lord have mercy how them flows
stay so cold froze

Yeah this one right here goes out
to all the baby's mamas mamas
Mamas mamas
baby mamas mamas
Yeah go like this
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
A baby drama mama don't like me
She doing things like havin
her boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio tryin to fight me
She need to get a
piece of the american pie
and take her bite out
That's my house
I disconnect the cable
and turn the lights out
And let her know
her grandchild is a baby
and not a paycheck
Private schools daycare shit
medical bills I'll pay that
I love your mom and everything
see I aint the one who laid down
She wanna rip you up
start a custody war
my lawyer stay down
She never got a chance
to hear my side of the story
we was divided
She had fish frys and cookouts
On my child's birthday
I ain't invited
Despite it show her the utmost
respect when I fall through
All you do is defend that lady
when I call you
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
Me and your daughter
Got a special thang goin on
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
Hope that we feel this
Feel this way forever
You could plan a pretty picnic
But you can't predict
the weather Ms Jackson
Ten times out of nine
now if I'm blind fine
The quickest muzzle throw it
on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen
then the puppy love thing
together dream
Bout that crib
with the goodyear swing
On the oak tree
I hope we feel like this forever
Forever forever ever forever ever
Forever never seems that
long until you're grown
And notice that the day by day
rule can't be too long
Ms Jackson my intentions were good
I wish I could
Become a magician to
abacadabra off the sadder
Thoughts of me thoughts of she
thoughts of he
Askin what happened to the feelin
that her and me
Had I pray so much
about it need some knee
pads It happened for a reason
one can't be mad
So know just know
that everything is cool
And yes I will be present
on the first day of school
and graduation
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
Look at the way he treats me
shit look at the way you treat me
See your lil nose ass homegirls got
they ass up in the creek G
Without a paddle
you left the straddle
and ride this thing on out
And the union girl aint speakin
no more cuz my dick
all in her mouth
I'm talkin about
jealousy and fidelity envy
Cheating beating
and to the G's
they be the same thing
So who you placin the blame on
you keep on singin the same song
Let bygones be bygones
you can go on and get the hell on
You and your mama
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to
make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

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~~~~~~~~

It's funny right? They say things done change
No more messages in the music, record sales down, gas prices up
No more love in your love, no more love for your love
Change is long overdue, Mary, something's gotta give, Big Boi

You can trot around the planet or watch it on the news
Sombody's getting shot, the weather man's looking confused
He's reporting to a nation full of zombies strung out on starbucks
And stitched up and bitching Abercrombie

Uh, don't get it mixed up me too
I have insomnia at times but don't be walkin' 'round here blind
Nigga feelin' all around, trying to find a righteous path
It's appealin' when I rhyme

So everytime I hit the masses, you know the common folk
Blue collared day to day workers
That squeeze a dollar so they baby can swallow
A little not a lota just enough to fill that bottle

But it's a million dollars a gallon for some gas to get to work
Tomorrow that's if you gotta get it, you can't swim in carpool
You Rob Peter to pay Paul to make due
Make you wanna write a note and take a pistol to that bank too
And pass it to the teller but you know better

They trying to tell us to stay strong
But every day we losing jobs
From College Park out to Beverly Hills
Somethin's gonna have to give

Across the world they live in fear
But it's the same thing over here
If you can hear me on Capitol Hill
Somethin's gonna have to give

The great debators debate about who's the greatest MC
Subject matter don't matter because the verse is empty
No food for thought nothing for the brain to digest
So I guess it'd be about who can bullshit the best

But I give them light on like the traffic I direct
Inspiring their life like they was actors on my set
As if I was a pilot, take'em higher then a jet
I'd be a liar if I wasn't sick and tired of this mess

They trying to tell us to stay strong
Nut every day we losing jobs
(Everyday, everyday)
From College Park out to Beverly Hills
Somethin's gonna have to give
(Give it up y'all)

Across the world they live in fear
But it's the same thing over here
(Over here, yeah)
If you can hear me on Capitol Hill
Somethin's gonna have to give
(Oh, yeah)

Single mother in a struggle and it's no fun
But you don't really understand until you are one
A child is sick and is losing he's endurance
She want to fix him but she 'aint got no insurance

Now we don't even want to talk about the man's life
Out on parol with the promise that he'll do right
But a felon has no chance for a new start
So it's back to doing hand in hand on his own block

And blacks and whites we're all the same and I know you feel my pain
And the only hope I have to help me deal with the drama
Is that maybe in November I'll be cheering for Obama

They trying to tell us to stay strong
(Yeah)
But everyday we losing jobs
(Every day)
From College Park out to Beverly Hills
(Ooh)
Somethin's gonna have to give
(Give it up, give it up)

Across the world they live in fear
But it's the same thing over here
(Over here)
If you can hear me on Capitol Hill
(Listen to me now)
Something's gonna have to give
(Give it up y'all)

The world is too big
Free your mind or be stuck like porcupine left behind
That's the bottom line gotta find the grind
'Cause the time won't be coming back around, get it now nigga

The world is too big
Step on the stars while you're reaching for the sun
But never burn a bridge, each one, teach one
If you lend a helping hand, you may never be one

The world is too big
And I heard him say that every man, woman
And child was gonna be okay
I heard him say that they would bring
Our soldiers home in one piece today

The world is too big but it's not that way
They've been selling us a dream telling us
We on the same team
Now we all gotta deal with the lies

They trying to tell us to stay strong
(Yeah)
But everyday we losing jobs
(Every day)
From College Park out to Beverly Hills
Somethin's gonna have to give
(Have to give)

Across the world they live in fear
(Oh yeah)
But it's the same thing over here
(Over here)
If you can hear me on Capitol Hill
(I know you hear me)
Somethin's gonna have to give
(Yeah)

(Feat. Andre 3000 & Raekwon)

I am
The wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam
With the A K cuatro siete or a microphone in hand
God dam
Generation uno? dungeon? found
The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass
I laugh
When you think that you have seen the last
But it's only the beginning my nigga don't be so fast
As gas
Or slow it down to a screeching halt
Impeach the president cus he don't think before he talk
Iraq
God dam
Now he gunning for Iran
North Korea got that shit that make L.A. look like Japan
Island
Nah man
More like the Caribbean

Styles will change
They say change is dang-erous
As a king standing on the terrace
While his
Cowards
Then... live like there ain't no 'morrow
And if one come then this the motto
Now I put message in bottle
You go to the nearest beach and open your car door
And you walk to the place where the sea meets the land
Yeah it's easier to run the street than walk in the sand
Hey I'm talking young man
As if chalk in my hand
I will take yo' little ass to school
It's cool
When the kids call me sonny, the hood calls me stacks
The bees call me honey, Hollywood calls me back
Crack and I have a lot in common
We both come up in the 80s and we keep that bass pumpin'
Now that's a nega-tive comparison
Embarassin'
Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate
The street considers you lame
I thought the name of the game
Was to have a better life
I guess it ain't what a shame
I don't slang, never slung
But I'm one with the slum
That has a name well fitting

No wonder why they called it the trap
So watch your tail
And I'm not kidding
The rats and mice would give advice
They say that you can paint and draw
Get out of here
Go show them that we're more than slangin' raw
That's when I broke into my big Rube impression
And I tried to enlighten but that night a learned a lesson
That the morals that you think you got go out the window
When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo
Wiis
And yo' child is down on her knees
Praying hard up to God for a Whopper with cheese
Do you b) Hit the street hard with a flare
Or do you a) Go for school for heating and air
Dare making under seven
But make a crooked killing
Or do a bit of both until your holding on a million
Brilliant
You got one foot in and one foot out
You put yo' left foot back in and then you shake it all about
You do the Hokey Pokey 'til you turn your life around
That's what it's all about
3000 out

intro) Andre
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas...
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

hook)
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apoligize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apoligize a trillion times

verse1) Big Boi
A baby drama mama, don't like me
She doing things like havin her boys some from her neighborhood
To the studio tryin to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I'll pay that
I love your mom and everything, see I aint the one who laid down
She wanna rip you up started cussin you all, my lawyer stay down
She never got to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fifths out, cookouts, on my child's birthday I aint invited
Despite it, show her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

hook)
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

verse2) Andre
Me and you daughter
Got a special thing going on
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
Hope that we feel this
Feel this way forever
You can plan a pretty picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson
Ten times out of nine, now if I'm blind fine
The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream
Bout that crib with the goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever?
Forever never seems that long until your grown
And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abracadabra off to Sata
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he
Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one can't be, mad
So just know that everything is cool
Yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation

hook)
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

verse3) Big Boi
Uh, uh, yeah "Look at the way he treats me," shit, look at the way you treat me
See your lil nose ass homegirls got they ass in the creek G
Without a pad on, you left the straddlin, ride this thing on out
And the union girl aint speakin no more cuz my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm talking about, jealousy, and fedelity, envy
Cheating, beating, and to the G's they be the same thing
So who you placing the blame on, you keep singing the same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your mama

hook)
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion time
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

(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)

[Intro:]
Chris brOwn
Big boi
Yea

(Big Boi Rap)
Oh she's mine
And see god knew she was mine
The day i seen that guy
The big mouth bass
On the line
It's time for me to retrieve her
And go git her like a wild reciever
But we dn't play no ball
See when we come through
We babygirl gon' make it ball

[Verse 1:] ( Chris Brown)
On the real we need to nip this in the butt
Cause we kept it real with everyone
So tell me why they hatin(everybody's hatin)
It feels like they just waitin(for us to grow apart)
Yeayee
its just hard for me to do
But baby if i'm your man
I guess i gotta be your man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl, with curves and hips, luscious lips
Girl i can't front now
I'm nervous

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

[Verse 2:] (Chris Brown)
Now a days is so crazy
Out here
You'd wanna be cuttin me
If your daughter struts with me
Lucky me, and you'd be lucky too
No entourage, no crew
Just me ridin with my boo
I got her
But don't think i'm replacin you

Girl know you know what i do
And i know you made your mind up
It'll take days and days, and decades to find anOther
Dude that's gonna walk in my shoes
And girl keep it one with you
As long if you do the usual

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

Now baby please
Hang up the phOne
Cause i'm talkin to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
She told me she like me
And i really like her
She gon' be my wifey
I say baby please
Hang up the phone
Cause i'm talkin to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
He told me she like me
And i really like her
She gon be my wifey

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

(Big Boi Rap)
Now is the time for me to come clean
Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light
And proceed us together, be more better like lemon pepper on your wings
And you'll never find another fella that's betta than your king
Nah mean, kno'm sayin, kno wut im talkin about
Girl who playin
But we cant have no picket fence cause we got acres & acres of land
The haters are takin it mad
That we can handle these fakers for class
Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they ass
Girl buy, give it a try, give yo boy a chance
Ever since you landed in myspace it seems like i'm yours again
My top friend, rock them
We don't need no all day hits
Pop them
Put ol' Google on a boss back

[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you

I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you
Baby please
And she like me
And i really like her
Baby please
She gon' be my wifey
Baby please

So I typed a text to a
girl I used to see
Sayin that I chose
this cutie pie with whom
I wanna be
And I apologize if this message
gets you down
Then I CC'd every girl
that I'd see see round town and
I hate to see y'all frown
but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me true
but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe
makes no sense I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat
thats in my lap no lookin back
Spaceships dont come equipped
with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
Im so like a Pip
Im glad its night
So the light from the sun
would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high
jump the broom
Like a premie out the womb
My partner yellin
Too soon Dont do it Reconsider
Read some litera
ture on the subject
You sure Fuck it
You know we got your back
like chiroprac
tic If that bitch do you dirty
we'll wipe her ass
out as in detergent
Now hurry hurry
go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp
remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks
keep your heart
Aye keep your heart 3 stacks
keep your heart
Man these girls is smart
3 stacks these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part
Sweet jones
By bitch a choosey lover never
fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets
like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser
drive a compressor
Top notch hoes get the most
not the lesser
trash like the fuck for
40 dollars in the club
fucking up the game
bitch you gets no love
She be cross country givin
all that she got
A thousand a pop
Im pullin Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the grey one
bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking
lot we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose
but them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me
you aint a pimp you a fairy

I choose you girl
Baby you been rollin solo
time to get down with the team
Because its greener
on that other side
if you know what I mean
I'll show you shit
you've never seen
The 7 wonders of the world
And I can make you the 8th
if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl
I don't mean my woman
that aint my style
Need a real streets stalker
to walk a green mile
We burnin up the paper
on the dining room table
Cause you able to realize
I'm the truth and not a fable
We rockin precious sable
keep that chilla on the rack
What I look like with
some thousand dollar shit
up on my back
Im a million dollar mack
need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin in your life
watch your daddy get rich
Easy as A B C
simple as 1 2 3
Get down with UGK Pimp C
B U N B
Cause whats a hoe with no pimp
and whats a pimp with no hoes
Dont be a lame
you know the game
and how it goes
We tryin to get jones
I choose you girl
Eni mini decisions
with precision I pick
Or make my selection on
who I choose to be with
Girl dont touch my protection
I know you want it to slip
But slippin is something
I dont do
tippin for life
Thats like makin it rain
Every month on schedule
Let me tell you
Get your parasol umbrella
cause its gonna get wetter
Better prepare you for the
see pole
She supposed to spend it on
that baby but we see she dont
Ask ask Paul McCartney
the lawyers gettin sloppy
Slaughter slaughter
of them pockets
had to tie her to a rocket
Send her into outer space
I know he wish he could
Cause he payin 20K a day
that bitch is eating good
Like an infant on a double D
bitch is getting plump
Cause he miscalculated
the next to the last bump
Dump dump in the gut
walk it off from the giddy up
Better chose the right
one or pick pick the kitties up

I chose you girl
I chose you baby

Yeah Ya gotta understand
what I'm talkin' about
I'm talkin' about on this one
Sexy Sexy as hell to me
Yeah Love Love
So let me tell
ya bout a player I know
6 foot 4 225
He's all the way live
See where I come from
We like em like that
He don't talk smack
He just twist caps off
See that's the only
kinda dude I'm demandin'
And let the girl
like me understand it umm
And the ones that ain't
They still gotta have it
They don't know why
But they chained to
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't like them there
Need somethin' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B boys
Man I love them boys
Love Love
He knows how to treat a lady
But he won't
let you get too rowdy
He stands up for himself
That's what
I like most about him
He's all I see and all I need
And all that I want
And all that I'm used to
I swear that
my man's the truth
I said I swear that
my man's the truth
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't like them there
Need somethin' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B boys
Man I love them boys
Yeah Yeah
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't like them there
Need somethin' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B boys
Man I love them boys
Yeah yeah
B a double d
Why say bye
Been fly
Ever since a nigga
started sayin' bye
That's right stand by
Cause we about to take flight
Not a 747
But the music
and the mic Rophone
Phone home
If you want someone
waitin' baby
Go on home
Don't wanna jeapordize
your safety
Maybe later
We shake the haters
and gets busy
You say you wanna do
same thing
Then get wit me
If not then hit me
I know you know the history
Last nigga ridin'
round lookin' real crispy
Ridin' round town top down
On the grizzy
Grind all the time to stay hot
Or either sizzlin'
I thought I told ya niggas
We run stop signs
Cause we don't stop
Till the cops come knockin'
For two block signs
Not mine
Toine gone right
Like sunshine and cold north
through summertime
Now bow down
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't like them there
Need somethin' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B boys
Man I love them boys
Yeah Yeah
shortie wanna rock with you
Shortie wanna rock with you
Wanna bop with you
I wanna ride with you

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~~~~~~~~

Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (Hell yeah)
YEAH!!
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooo
Ode ode ode oooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooo
Ode ode ode oooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooooo
You ain't a hater? Can't tell
Either wish me well, go to hell or go to yale
Study human behavior so that you know who the hell
You dealin` with ain't nutty but the study goin` unvail
My relative in jail (Ha!) stay in engaged
TO whatever make money now he married to that cage
Divorce is not an option and prenumptual is void
Eat up what ever rapper but I'm tangled in my cord (hum)
Bored, kind of like a knight with the sword
Without dragon to battle so I'm running from a shadow
an immpossible feat and I repeat
an immpossible feat and I repeat
an immpossible feat and I repeat!
The damsel's in distress but they a mess
They only like my armor, and that I'm a performer
They read one magazine
and wanna think that they gon get warmer
They only getting colder hell, maybe I should throw
a double diamond party in the north pole
Invite all the writers and journalists
Even biters will tournament, to see who can be me
Better than me he's a permanent, smile on my face
Because you said you don't like my style
but that's ok just make sure you don't touch that dial
and we'll be cool, touch it and you's a fool
look, I'll get you hooked, ya'll crooks might even move
to Atlanta, Georgia, get a wife and daughter
start a new life, and all that wrong you do you make it right
but hell, all a dream, I wear the crown, I'm king
Respect this mandatory, end of the story
Go fly a kite, category ain't got none
You know I'm right
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooo
Ode ode ode oooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooo
Ode ode ode oooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooooo
Congratulations I'm a play-er
I thought you were one too but now I hear you loud and clear
SUbliminal, criminal minded niggas so be aware
Black dog broke out the pits and told yo` ass it's bout to tear
Intimid for anyone filling out this application
And estimate is needed for your under estimation
I'm firing on the spot go back and check your calculation
Like a sniper in the bushes with that rifle I've been patiently
Waiting, now that's a virtue
Cause pussy nigga, I'll hurt you
Like the president's approval rating
by serving your ass with words fool
Slam yo` back to the curve bruh, like sanitation worker
Cause ya trash, I'm taking out the trash and all trash
Get mashed and compacted because it's no longer valid
Go head recyle, repackage and put it back in my cabinet
Boy thats germs, I'm fresh up out the store eery time
That nigga that b-i-g, go hard eery rhyme
Crowns all around I'm right after Martin Luther
No J R period senior cause bamboo is Antwone Junior
Dungeon Family and biologicals intact
Talk bad about the fam test diabolical attack
No gats or no raps, you get slapped about that
As a matter of fact, not fiction
Rumpelskiltsken you WACK
Decipher words just like the code of da vinci
Don't go against me, (Hey)
I want you to go out there
and kill them marks and come back; is you with me?
Mighty ighty ighty ighty ighty ighty O
The worse thing since Crack Cocaine distributing it to the poor
By the government, oh I meant, don't nobody know
Conspiracy theory, you be the judge, nobodys slow
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooo
Ode ode ode oooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooo
Ode ode ode oooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooooo
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (Hell yeah)

<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

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?

[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

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

[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

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

Starts off like a
small town marriage
Lovely wife in life
baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars
success of course
but it ends
in Hollywood divorce
Hollywood divorce
And I'm gon' start
Yea and I don't have to
go to Hollywood
cause Hollywood come through
my neighborhood
with cameras on
I really think they're
stealin from us
like a sample song
I really wish one day
we'd take it back like
The hurricane come and
took my Louisiana home
and all I got in return
was a dern country song
This whole country wrong
What would you write if you
just put a little ice on
and cut your mic on
but you don't even
write your songs
but Hollywood make you
spit like a python
I meant Cobra
I'm so not sober
I'm high like a Hollywood
You can call me a roller
Your grill's glistenin'
Spent a hundred thousand
on mine to feel different
what's the real sense of it
Uhhh Bling bling I know
and did you know
I'm the creator of the term
I just straightened
the perm and let it
sit too long
they just makin it burn
Make a movie of
our lifestyle
But they earn like a
dead body burned
on a mantlepiece
That's why I try not to lie
on wax like this
candle grease
and I be's the little nigga
cooler than anti freeze
defrost on your window pane
Lil Wayne
but in Hollywood
it's Little Wayne
don't make me not
so that's why
I got a prenup I do
Starts off like a
small town marriage
Lovely wife in life
baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars
success of course
but it ends
in Hollywood divorce
Hollywood divorce
Yeah Yeah
A is for Atomsville
Be is for going home
C if I give a fuck if you
like me you know I don't
If she ain't got a good head
on her leave that ho alone
If she do got
some good head on her
let her sing a song
D is for what I serve
I don't be on no curb
She ain't no junkie neither
I ain't no dope dealer
But she keep comin back
3stacks must be some crack
Put that pipe in her lap
she ain't know how to act
Now that I've got
your undivided attention
I'm gonna say this and
run under condition one
Promise me you gon' stack
promise me you gon' ball
Promise me you'll invest
three fourths of it all
For what So your kids kids
kids can have some cheese
Can't get with it
Get get get get
get on your knees
Cause wealth is the word
Rich is round the corner
from the curb
Don't like what I write
Shoot me a bird
Tenth grade the way was paid
for me and Dre
to pregate
Like Dr Frankenstein
the arts and crafts
now could we
make a difference
Antoine Patton and
Andre Benjamin been
jammin for you
rap niggas and journalists
that's quick to misprint
public and private business
then retract back
for deaf ears and
think it's dismissed
Part two the sequel
all new cast
just ain't the same gang
of nerds slanndering
your name behind
that screen name
they're lame and
their life is pretty plain
M&M's with no nuts
won't show up face to face
straight bitch made
like puppies
on the nipples of a mutt
Address it on a case by case
basis like the judge
What about these lyin' ass
hoes tryin to plot
or these niggas on the block
who want the queen
Nigga please
but even she can
walk we'll miss her
we ain't gon' fake it
but God don't make mistakes
must be something bigger
Starts off like a
small town marriage
Lovely wife in life
baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars
success of course
but it ends
in Hollywood divorce
Hollywood divorce
I do love you
but you hate me
at the same time
lights camera action
it's game time
do you take this here
as your lovely wife
to love her and cherish her
for all your life
I solemnly swear to
share take you there
and me and you together baby
we a lucky pair
it's been a long time
we walked a thin line
of the
I gotcha but you been mine
as I sit back and watch
all them cat fights
domestic violence
is that right
but you love the dogg
gave me the spotlight
and now I'm growin up
showin up blowin up
I never ever thought that
we would separate at all
but you played me
like a game of football
used to feed me
need me dress me
now it's so messy straight
cut out and left me
Hollywood divorce
all the fresh styles
always start off
as a good little hood thing
look at blues rock jazz rap
Not even talkin about music
everything else too
by the time it reach
Hollywood it's over
but it's cool
we just keep it goin and
make new shit
Take our game take our name
give us a little fame
and then they kick us
to the curb
that's a cold thang

People Don't 'Chu
Worry 'Bout Me
Evil Gone Get
Worried 'Bout Me
Well I'm Gonna Teach Ya
How To Diss The Town
And Soon As I Do It
I'mma Get Down
Come On
Ah Ah Ah Come On

Mama Don't 'Chu
Worry 'Bout Me
Papa Don't 'Chu
Worry 'Bout Me
Well I Live A Life
But It Just Aint Mine
I Know I'm Your Son
Won't 'Cha Let Me Shine
Come On
Ah Ah Ah Come On

Sally Don't 'Chu Worry 'Bout
Me Don't 'Chu Worry
Wooah Sally Don't 'Chu
Worry 'Bout Me
Don't 'Chu Worry About Me
Don't Worry 'Bout Me
I'll Be Fine Well
That's What I Tell 'Em Baby
But I'm Liein'
Come On
Ah People Come On
Y'all Know 'Bout The Blue
Don't 'Cha
Everybody Gets The Blues
Even Babies Get The Blues
Some Call It Baby Blue
Some Call It Midnight Blue
Some Call It Baby Blue
Whatever You Do Is
What We Gonna Do
We Gone Play Until
You Feel Happy
'Til There Ain't
No More Blues

[Chorus]
We spent summer dreaming, when we could be leaving,
I get wild and don't give a fuck, see you when the sun come up
I guess I'll get you in your dreams
I guess I'll get you in your dreams
I get wild and don't give a fuck, see you when the sun come up
I guess I'll get you in your dreams

The moon's around my sun, and my nights around my days
Nocturnal creature by habit Bruce Wayne know what I mean
I mean I'm in between sunset and sunrise
As its on type of nigga for the home invasion surprise
Mother fucker pow-pow lay the fuck down now
Now no, don't try to talk your way out
Because I'm usually non violent, positively vibing
But every now and then you got a nigga wanna try you,
Why? I don't know, I don't even understand it
But it's simply overstood how you really suppose to handle it,
Pardon me one moment I just went off on a tangent

[Chorus]

Typical day off in the A, aye
But nicks up the Chevrolet, aye
Nigga wanna rob okay, okay
Where he stand is where he lay, aye
Keep looking at me with a gangsta grill,
I'm gonna give your ass a gangsta's pill,
That's a little piece of lead, taken to the head
That nigga ain't live, that nigga there dead
Taken dirt naps, sleeping with the fishes,
Done like dishes, this a wrap like Christmas
Big Boi, you say the word I'll make these niggas dreams a nightmare
I will bust there motherfucking head, ha ha ha ha ha ha

[Chorus]

Your ridin', killin', feelin', straight chillin',
I feel wild and don't give a fuck, see you when the sun come up

We roastin', boastin', flowin', straight coastin'
I feel wild and don't give a fuck, see you when the sun come up

That's the way a

Keep spinnin', we grillin', bendin', straight pimpin'
I feel wild and don't give a fuck, see you when the sun come up (yeah)

Now we know when, (know when), holding, (holding) showing, controlling,
I feel wild and don't give a fuck, see you when the sun come up (oh)

[Chorus]

I guess I'll get you in your dreams

I guess I'll get you in your dreams [

O-U-T-K-A-S-T
Live, from the center of the earth,
7 light-years below sea level we go,
welcome to Stankonia.
The place from which all funky things come.
Would you
like to come?
(girl moaning, lasts throughout intro)
Bounce baby. (We're bouncing)
Bounce.
Bounce. (We're bouncing)
2 times bounce bounce. (We're bouncing)
We bouncing. (We're bouncing)
BOUNCE... (We bouncing baby)
(We're bouncing!) C'mon, bounce.
(Bouncing! Bounce baby) Bounce!
Bounce bounce. (Baby!) Bounce bounce.
(Let's bounce) C'mon bounce.
(Everybody let's bounce)
(Let's bounce) We bouncing now.
All that bouncing, niggaz be from the H-L.
We got Bankhead right here,
southwest and 92 strong.
BREAK!! -clap-

N-n-n-not too far but long ago
When life was straight up and cars would move slow
When you were cool if you were pigeon-toed
But things have changed (it ain't so simple)
Now life is a musical

I called Big Boi on the telephone
I said "hey hold up 'fore we put out another song"
Say no matter what goes down we stand strong
Cause ain't nothin changed (it's simple)
Now let's make a musical

Based on big infaction
No words like such grow in some action
And you got us well to a fraction
Cause things have changed (it's all hood)
The Kast go Hollywood

Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Change us change us
Change us change us
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Change us change us
Change us change us
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Change us change us
Change us change us
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em
Don't let 'em don't let 'em

Don't (echoes)

Man y'all play too much
Now now Percival, don't fret
We're here to help you *laughs*
I told you to bring good songs... what are you gonna do now?
Look at the keys... well... you gotta do something
Keep your eyes on the keys... here's looking at you kid *laughs*
Okay okay... well... make up somethin... yeah right
You won't make sense... I don't know lets try it
Here we go *clears throat*

[Chorus]
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense at all

[Verse 1]
ABC, 123, Do-re-mi, out of key
(you got that right)
Out of touch, out of tune, butterknife, tea spoon
(now what was that)
Razz-a-matazz, Thing-a-majig, whatchamacallit, bullshit
So and so, such and such (bullshit!) pretty much
(I think I'm gonna throw up)

[Chorus]
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense at all (blah blah blah blah)
Makes no sense at all (blah blah blah blah)
Makes no sense at all (blah blah)

[Verse 2]
1 and 1 makes 2, 2 and 2 makes 4, 4 and 4 makes 8 and 8 makes 16
16 and, 16 makes (32 Percival)
Ahh makes no sense at all
Who needs lyrics anyway (ummm... YOU!)

[Bridge]
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?
How in the hell do we get ourselves in these situations?

(during bridge) (bridge continues throughout)
Hey! Hey little buddy where you going?
Come back man! We was just playin! Come on man!
See I pissed him off

{*bridge fades out to piano solo*}

Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (Hell yeah)
YEAH!!
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooo
Ode ode ode oooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooo
Ode ode ode oooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooooo
You ain't a hater? Can't tell
Either wish me well, go to hell or go to yale
Study human behavior so that you know who the hell
You dealin` with ain't nutty but the study goin` unvail
My relative in jail (Ha!) stay in engaged
TO whatever make money now he married to that cage
Divorce is not an option and prenumptual is void
Eat up what ever rapper but I'm tangled in my cord (hum)
Bored, kind of like a knight with the sword
Without dragon to battle so I'm running from a shadow
an immpossible feat and I repeat
an immpossible feat and I repeat
an immpossible feat and I repeat!
The damsel's in distress but they a mess
They only like my armor, and that I'm a performer
They read one magazine
and wanna think that they gon get warmer
They only getting colder hell, maybe I should throw
a double diamond party in the north pole
Invite all the writers and journalists
Even biters will tournament, to see who can be me
Better than me he's a permanent, smile on my face
Because you said you don't like my style
but that's ok just make sure you don't touch that dial
and we'll be cool, touch it and you's a fool
look, I'll get you hooked, ya'll crooks might even move
to Atlanta, Georgia, get a wife and daughter
start a new life, and all that wrong you do you make it right
but hell, all a dream, I wear the crown, I'm king
Respect this mandatory, end of the story
Go fly a kite, category ain't got none
You know I'm right
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooo
Ode ode ode oooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooo
Ode ode ode oooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooooo
Congratulations I'm a play-er
I thought you were one too but now I hear you loud and clear
SUbliminal, criminal minded niggas so be aware
Black dog broke out the pits and told yo` ass it's bout to tear
Intimid for anyone filling out this application
And estimate is needed for your under estimation
I'm firing on the spot go back and check your calculation
Like a sniper in the bushes with that rifle I've been patiently
Waiting, now that's a virtue
Cause pussy nigga, I'll hurt you
Like the president's approval rating
by serving your ass with words fool
Slam yo` back to the curve bruh, like sanitation worker
Cause ya trash, I'm taking out the trash and all trash
Get mashed and compacted because it's no longer valid
Go head recyle, repackage and put it back in my cabinet
Boy thats germs, I'm fresh up out the store eery time
That nigga that b-i-g, go hard eery rhyme
Crowns all around I'm right after Martin Luther
No J R period senior cause bamboo is Antwone Junior
Dungeon Family and biologicals intact
Talk bad about the fam test diabolical attack
No gats or no raps, you get slapped about that
As a matter of fact, not fiction
Rumpelskiltsken you WACK
Decipher words just like the code of da vinci
Don't go against me, (Hey)
I want you to go out there
and kill them marks and come back; is you with me?
Mighty ighty ighty ighty ighty ighty O
The worse thing since Crack Cocaine distributing it to the poor
By the government, oh I meant, don't nobody know
Conspiracy theory, you be the judge, nobodys slow
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooo
Ode ode ode oooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooo
Ode ode ode oooo
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Ode ode ode oooooo
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (Hell yeah)

Whether you like it or not
he's back
D A double D Y Fat sacks
Ridin the cadillac
Beating like some beat up
The game dun changed out
kast came to heat it up
Sharp as a tack like i just
left the church clean
mart as a tack when the
She were work mean
Ridin the cadillac
Beating like some beat up
The game dun chnaged out
kast came to heat it up
and everybody wanna know whats
really goin on
is you and 3000
still making songs
so on and so on
i no o on and o on
and on and on and on
Hell yes
Music makes the
world go round
where it goes
where it goes
just don't know
just don't know
heart is like a marching band
i'm a fan in the stands
yes i am and i'm
hollerin hey baby
sayin hey baby
So baby please don't leave me
Don't you go
don't you go
Baby no no no
baby no no no
my heart is like a
marching band
I'm a fan in the stands
Yes I am and I'm
hollerin' hey baby
Sayin' hey baby
Two dope boyz in the
Cadillac still
'Kast the crown on ya
Cadillac Seville
I'll make your wheels of
steel stand
still
Like your DJ got killed
The fire marsh
Fire marshall
Shut 'er down
time to go
OutKast royalty by
design of logo
Wanna count it out loud
93 94 95 96
Plus a dime
still that's fire
HOT like the perm on the
back of your neck
Left it in too long
Now ya got Cabbage Patch silky
Ridin' in the Cadillac
Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out
Kast came to heat it up
Bendin corners like a crowbar
oh so unique
Got the pedal to the floor
but the 4 door just creeps
Ridin' in the Cadillac
Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out
Kast came to heat it up
Exotic melodic melody jep
we got it
Funkin' for the funk
of it and everybody want it
ROOF You make it
make it put a dog on it
ROOF You make it
make it put a dog on it
Music makes the world go round
where it goes
where it goes
ya just don't know
ya just don't know
heart is like a
marching band
i'm a fan in the stands
yes i am and i'm
hollerin hey baby
sayin hey baby
So baby please don't leave me
Don't you go
don't you go
Baby no no no
baby no no no
heart is like a
marching band
I'm a fan in the stands
Yes I am and I'm
hollerin' hey baby
Sayin' hey baby
I'm tippin' my off to ya baby
cuz you're so fine
blow my mind
I put in the time
Everybody knows you can't
let a pretty one pass you by
Without sayin' h
I'm so gone over you
Yes it's true
Baby do whatcha you do
My nose is open so wide
Lookin' at you
such a pretty sight
My heart is on my sleeve
And this is how it
sounds to me
Music makes the world go round
where it goes
where it goes
ya just don't know
ya just don't know
heart is like a
marching band
i'm a fan in the stands
yes i am and i'm
hollerin hey baby
sayin hey baby
So baby please don't leave me
Don't you go
don't you go
Baby no no no
baby no no no
heart is like a
marching band
I'm a fan in the stands
Yes I am and I'm
hollerin' hey baby
Sayin' hey baby
Baby you and me
We make a musical masterpiece
I travel the land
Me and my band
We bringin' the church
back to your feet
So wait baby
Don't leave me baby
Say wait baby
Don't leave me baby
Baby you and me
We make a musical masterpiece
I travel the land
Me and my band
We bringin' the church
back to your feet
So wait baby
Don't leave me baby
Say wait baby
Don't leave me baby

[Verse 1]
In the eye of the storm
Looking out through the rain
Gabe will blow your horn
They shield me from Saddam and the hurricane

[Chorus]
Gangsta ride ride in the nick of time
Soldiers stay affronted then they blow your mind
Bold ass soldiers marching out for war
No idea what we in for
Powerful magnificent and so divine
Soldiers stay affronted it'll blow your mind

[Verse 2]
Hear a thunderous voice
Shouting there will be no peace
Until our people rejoice
When every boy and girl is free
You see it's going down
The war is a mystery
But my friends they'll be better days
And a better way
According to the prophecy

[Bridge]
It would be so nice
To hook up in paradise
But all these things must go
Or are you in the know
Like all the way up so shy

You been a friend of mine

[Chorus]
Gangsta ride ride in the nick of time
Soldiers stay affronted then they blow your mind
Bold ass soldiers marching out for war
No idea what we in for
Powerful magnificent and so divine
Soldiers stay affronted it'll blow your mind

You been a friend of mine

[Bridge]
It would be so nice
To hook up in paradise
But all these things must go
Or are you in the know
Like all the way up so shy

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
Back when I was a freshman
I learned a valuable lesson
A hoe gon be a hoe and
It don't matter about you stressin'
The only thing you do is tap that throat and wear protection
And only when she spit it out is when you feel rejection
Evidence and DNA drop down, stainin her dress
She's making a great big one ?? can I get something off your chest?
And that is no intended pun, I'm just joshin' with john
Don't we always have a blast as we bust one on one(one on one)
(uhh)one on one


[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]
I, I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you


[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Now that I'm a graduate, she still gotta have it
School days are over, spike the punch, and you can stab it
Joog joog, more joog, kush, pull, more wood
Ice and tone her glove, bedding nicely cause we go good together
Like Salt-N-Pepa, Kool Aid and sugar
Mustard and mayonnaise, shoulda coulda and wit a uhhh
And that is no intended pun, I'm just joshin' with john
Don't we always have a blast as we bust one on one(one on one)
(uhh)one on one


[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]
I, I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
I, I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you


[Khujo Goodie & Big Boi]
Ain't talking about commitment
Shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop
Ain't talking about no wedding ring
Shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop
I hope you ain't a gold-diggin biatch
Shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop
But you a fine lil' sexy thang
Shoobie-doobie-doop-doop-dee-doop (uhh)


[OutKast & Khujo Goodie]
I, I don't want no girlfiend
I just wanna get into (just wanna get into you)
I, I don't want no girlfiend
I just wanna get into (just wanna get into you)


[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]
I, I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you
I wanna get into you
I don't want no girlfriend, just wanna get into you


[Big Boi]
girl, bye
i.e., get the hell on, I'm through, make me a sandwich, I love you
only at this moment, maybe not tomorrow
kisses, toodles
ah, lil' me

[Chorus - Scar]
Stages in life no one said that it was right
But I've got to hustle for the kids
God only knows what I've gone and been
Til we reach the end
Just stay strong and be a friend

[Verse 1- Big Boi]
I cram to understand why a woman and a man
Make a plan to enter matrimony then he takes her hand
Put that ring on her finger couple of kids in minivans
Standin in the stands like a fan watch her little man
Run ball... And everytime you see the family they look happy
Got her mama and her daddy and I think they got a lil' dog
But daddy had her cat on the side
He would hide her from his ride decide not to divide
Kept the yam in the (hide) the spouse in the house
Boy its cheaper to keep her you fuck around and take a loss
Come up short like Short Dog cuss words flow like
(Too Short sample: Motherfuckaer shit gotdamn asshole)
Took my shit (Too Short sample: Beeitch!) FUCK!

[Chorus - Scar]
Stages in life no one said that it was right
But I've got to hustle for the kids
God only knows what I've gone and been
Til we reach the end
Just stay strong and be a friend

[Verse 2 - Big Boi]
It was the night that they done dipped and all throughout the palace
That didn't do his part heartbroke or no more marriage
When it happens you'll be slappin yourself rememberin
You coulda remained boyfriend and girlfriend
Now you sittin in the courthouse plaintiff and defendant
Pleadin to the judge you was in it to win it
In the beginnin was splendid see she was grinnin and spendin
All of her time wit the kids an' in the kitchen she'd cook
She was fierce on the stove it was always great
Covered plates in the microwave when I came home late
But now we just debate like some candidates damn I hate
Friction wishin I had paperwork on the misses but I didn't
Damn... fuckin around

[Chorus - Scar]
Stages in life no one said that it was right
But I've got to hustle for the kids
God only knows what I've gone and been
Til we reach the end
Just stay strong and be a friend

[Bridge - Sleepy Brown & Scar]
Girl you have to remember
I gotta provide for the family and future
So please stay down and please stay around cause you know
That I'm tryna change but its hard cause I've been this way
(Big boi: Man you already knew that shit)

[Chorus - Scar]
Stages in life no one said that it was right
But I've got to hustle for the kids
God only knows what I've gone and been
Til we reach the end
Just stay strong and be a friend

Ain't nobody like
my style yeah

I like my fire yeah

They glow without it

And don't nobody wanna
feel like that no

Monkeys on my back crawl

And watch them all fall
Go fall Look out
Nobody wanted to dance
when I had a lot of time
on my hands
Now I got a lot of hands
on my time
And everybody wanna be
a friend of mine
whoa whoa
I wouldn't mind a friend
the fellas back at home
all trying to win
Moon keeps shinin' on
bootleg bottles
Cops in the street keep ya
feet on the throttle
Selling what ya got can't
afford A model
Yellin go PJ go
Ain't nothing idle

everything is wild yea

You can be hit now yeah
Soon as you turn around
He in the ground yeah
Boy is 6 feet underground
And ain't no bible

at this here church no

You won't find God no

Might meet him first aw
Oh God Look out
Nobody wanted to leave
house so packed
that we couldn't
even breathe
And ain't no better place
to fall in love
Angel sent from heaven above
Swing down and help
change your life
you might make a baby
might meet your wife
But watch your thing
that you wanna say
deep down south
that's a lil' old place
Them Idlewild cats man
they don't play
Don't make me
send the telegram to Rooster
he'll shoot ya

And you don't want to take
it to the gat so soon
And you don't want to take
waiting in the upper room
Yell ya make ya say ya
prayers you some players
but you made up
mashed potatoes
That potatoe blast you hater
blast the gator
So you might just wanna
kick back and drink goose
Take that to ya home and
relax break loose
But if she choose
she gon walk away
from you straight
to the Rooster
Because he's cock a
doodle dool
what they do fool
Moon shine run the
small town clap
shootin all time
gotta match
your suit and hat
All casper suing kind
robbers out the wild
Time to break it on
break it on down now
Percy'll that it on out
Say whoa nelly whoa nelly
Say whoa pappy whoa pappy
Say whoa mammy whoa mammy
Say whoa pappy whoa
Everybody get up
No no no no get down
Everybody get up
No no no no get down
Everybody get up
No no no no get down
Everybody get up
No no no no get down
Everybody get up
No no no no get down
Everybody get up
No no no no get down

All aboard
Or all y'all bored?
It's good to have y'all back now
Ladies and gents
Yall already know what it is
God don't make no mistakes
God don't make no mistakes

[Verse 1]
Little do they know when I was brought up into this game
Point ain't always in a vibe for spitting I made a change
Like the diaper on the bottom of my baby daughter
I wasn't ready to be no father, maybe, kind of, sorta
'Cause when I saw her I sweat and made a tear fall
Not tears of sorrow but of joy so listen here y'all
I grabbed the mic and moved the crowd then disappeared dog
Back in '94 that was the motherfucking year homeboy
Then that southernplayalistic went platinum
Stacks on deck they ain't tell us to pay our taxes
Walking around the table in the kitchen we was practicing
Reciting rhymes to sharpern minds now lets deliver to the masses

[Chorus]
Now the food time roll
Now its time for me to go
I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Time to spread my wings
And high up in the sky
I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high

[Verse 2]
Welcome to my life I think its time I take it back
I got to give you all the facts so you can see what type of cat
That you dealing with now on ATLiens we was killing it
And then my auntie pass she was like my mother I was feeling it
The first person close to me to die I needed healing
But I see her as an angel when I look up at the ceiling
Like my daddy and grandaddy on both shoulders steady chilling
So you got to keep on living like each day is the beginning
It's yo birthday even on your worst day
Live it like the first day I'm Antwan Andre
Or General Patton if you know bout Purple Ribbon or Got Purp
I, I be on that kryptonite that means I can't be hurt
Gotta leave this place its been cool but I got to go

[Chorus]
Now the food time roll
Now its time for me to go
I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Time to spread my wings
And high up in the sky
I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high

[Bridge]
Even on the train
Should've ask two per men
I'll be back again
(Know we been though alot I ain't perfect but I swear
to you I'm a changed man)
Even on the train
Should've asked two per men
I'll be back again
(From the caboose)

[Verse 3]
Now its time to say goodbye they should've turned me loose
I was all about my team but now I call upon my crew
I'm a family type of person but I'm deadly dolo too
And you can achieve anything that you put your heart into
See the second hand will never stop and neither will the clock
The nigga big still hit the stage by hisself and still rock
When your faith is in the right place see he ain't gon let you flop
You can say whatever you want (Bet you can't do it like me) Boy stop!!

[Bridge]
Before you say you can't at all
There's no excuse this time don't be afraid to fly
You never know what day the doors will close
It's time to say goodbye time to pack up and ride
Got to leave this place its been cool but I gotta go

[Chorus]
Now the food time roll
Now its time for me to go
I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Time to spread my wings
And high up in the sky
I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high

[Intro]
Hey...Uh Huh...Well Alright...How Y'all Doing?
Yes Mam You're Mighty Fine

[Verse 1]
I've been around the world, seen so many pretty girls
But I still get over whelmed when I look in your eyes
Been from main to Spain but everything seems the same
I only feel the change when I look in your eyes
I know your upper class; I know you got those abs
Every man want to kiss you, and I do too
Sometimes I'm just a clown, and everybody puts me down
I guess I'll come around when I look in your eyes
Tell me whats a man to do, to get close to you
I'm just a lonely fool, when I look in your eyes
Don't tell me no this time, if you do it will blow my mind
Have you ever seen a grown man cry? It's an awful thang

{Instruments playin}

[Verse 2]
I guess its time to say good bye, but I gotta give it one more try
I'm only satisfied when I look in your eyes
Oh please come home with me, oh don't you wanna marry me
I'm even gonna rub your feet when they stank OUTKAST!
How can I let you down, I guess I'm always gonna be around
I'm simply astounded when I look in your eyes

Boom Boom Boom
Santana's in the room
Boom Boom Boom
Mary J's in the room
Boom Boom Ba-Boom Boom
Big Boi, Beat Bullies let's ride...

[Chorus:]
I got a man and he's so good to me
I give love and he gives it back to me
Say it for me once if you know what I mean
I said my man's what a man's supposed to be

I got a man and he's so good to me
I give love and and he gives it back to me
Say it for me once if you know what I mean
I said my man's what a man's supposed to be

[Mary Verse 1:]
He opens his arms and holds on to me
He tells me he loves me and oh I feel it
And all that I am and all that I'll be
Is there in his eyes when I hear him sayin' please

[Sleepy Pick Up:]
Who loves you baby?

[Big Boi Verse 1]
I do, I do trust you
See see this ain't just bout having sex
I don't even have to touch you
But you lustful I'm buggin'
You feel me bulgin' while we huggin'
We all over one another (scattered, covered, smothered)
You're my choosey lover
Never loving others only rubbing me (me)
Satisfy Big to the utmost mentally and physically (ly)
Every king must crown a queen to make his kingdom mean anything
Through thick and slim we gon' win we a team by any means y'all

[Chorus 2x]

[Mary Verse 2:]
The touch of his hand the sound of his voice
The way that he loves me 'til he knows I feel it
And all through the night forever rejoice
The angel above me starts to sweetly sing to me

[Sleepy Pick Up:]
Who loves you baby?

[Big Boi Verse 2:]
I do, I do adore you
I'm the best man for the job
Another man couldn't do nothing for you
Cause you're spicy just like me
We come together like thunder and lightning
With all of that scratching and biting
So exciting it's frightening
I'm your do-right man and you're my do right not my just for tonight woman
Making me feel just like a baker quick to put something in your oven
Not no dumplin's or no stuffin' but our own lil' flesh and blood'n
A bouncin' lil' baby something pretty girl or handsome son child

[Chorus 2x]

My man's what a man's supposed to be...
I got a man...