[Verse One: Big Boi]


Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails

Oh hell, there he go again talkin that %#@!
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve

I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent
you got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut I'm not worried

Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your $#&@in' shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles

Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same mother$#&@a that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen

Givin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

[Chorus: Andre (repeat 2X)]


Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp %#@!
Then everybody say O-Yea-yer


[Verse Two: Andre]

Now, my oral demonstration be like !@$%oral stimulation

to the female gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know when it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on

Therefore, if not the child we raise gon' have that ^!$$% syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on

Or will it give a $#&@ about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie

I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?
Now everybody say...


[Chorus]


[Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre]

Everyday I sit while my ^!$$% be in school

Thinkin about the second album at the Dungeon shootin pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not married

Carried a lot of problems around being fustrated
And now I'm sittin at the end of the month I just made it
Like you made the B team

And like the daddy's wife you makin the coffee
You heard the A-T-L-iens
So back the hell up off me


Softly as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to embark

The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he starts
the job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here

No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon
that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay


[Chorus]