[Hook: Big Krit x2]
^!$$%s wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip

^!$$%s wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip
^!$$%s wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip


[Verse 1: Big Boi]
No introductions needed boy just call me the undefeated (Big)
And underneath this Georgia dry I know I can't be seen with (Bigger)

Bifocals because my vocals are classic
Like Coca Cola when they had cocaine in the package
I meant to say blow in the ingredients

I went to the mall today and all the ^!$$%s had on smediums
Little bitty $$# clothes
Like Dancing with the Stars without the judges or the dance flo'

(Oh) And ^!$$%s don't dance no more, all they do is this
Beef it up, call me venus fly trap, waiting on fly emcees to eat 'em up
I'm fly as I can be, them weak as $#&@

And ain't no keeping up, I'm balls deep and them ain't deep enough
Fat stacks, Cadillac killer, cataract prescription filler
I got my medicinal card from Los Angeles, the city of lost angels

A connoisseur of cannabis and from Atlanta (*##$
We never shop with strangers, no matter what strain they slanging
Some of the game rules done changed

^!$$%s is out here talking like a @@#!atoo to a cop or two
Now they watching you and yo mama too, bird's eye view, view


[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Pimp C]

Uh, I'm getting blowed on the regular
Riding and talking dirty on my cellular
Playa I got some young girls that'll sell you some

And if you my homeboy, she gon' give you some
And it's all for the paper but she still gon'###
You dipping in the cookie jar and now you're sprung

I'll have you tripping like you smoking furl
Playa my hoes don't talk, anybody gon' tell yo girl


[Verse 3: Big Krit]
Okay, now ^!$$%s wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip
Cause they #~!!@ wasn't hitting and they lip was super sloppy

Suck a, duck a motha$#&@a, rims chop ?
Want my money corner pocket, plenty game ho
Sop it like a biscuit, King of Diamonds, king of tricking, what's the difference

Got it popping like a skillet with some chicken grease in it
Country boy, I'm country raised, from the belly to the grave
?nobody tripping cause the money already made, Krizzle


[Hook x2]


[Verse 4: Bun B]
hater all the time, I got haters in my biz
Talking 'bout the trill but don't know what the $#&@ it is

Motha$#&@as nowadays are seriously sorry
Thinking that the key to life is putting your business on Maury
You say you rocking Maury but that mother$#&@er Rockport

Always talking 'bout you bust it (bust it), but your Glock short
I know the truth so ain't no need in your lying
Bull%#@! ain't working, ain't no need in your trying

Dying to be the ^!$$% that's spied in the telescopee
Crime with trilla ^!$$%s, put iron to ya belly folks
Telling them tall tales, fibs, and humdangers

Save it for Jerry , Steve, or Jerry Spranger
Buzzing like a bee, tryna stick me with your stanger
You can get the middle (What middle?) the fanger

Stick it in your $$# and let it langer
No !@$* and hit the high note like and R&B singer on promo.