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ATLiens (Hoff’s Benztown Radio Remix)
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OutKast
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Yeah, uh, East Point smokes some dank College Park in the house, Decatur Uh, Old National got the skanks Everybody, uh, nahmsayin'? Check it 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 sh*t Bend, corners 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 spend You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried 'Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out you scurry So go get your f**kin' shine box and your sack of nickles It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles Daddy Fat Sax, B-I-G B-O-I It's that same motherf**ka that took them knuckles to yo' eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen Givin' the shout out to my Uncle D***ell locked up in prison Now throw yo' hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp sh*t Everybody let me hear you say "Oh-yeah-yer" Now throw yo' hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp sh*t Everybody let me hear you say "Oh-yeah-yer" Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral 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 If or if not the child we raise gon' have that n***a syndrome Or will it know to beat the odds regardless of the skin tone? Or will it feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on? Or will it give a f**k 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 I preach and don't lie I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie Now breaker, breaker ten, fo' can I get some reply? Now everybody say Now throw yo' hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp sh*t Everybody let me hear you say "Oh-yeah-yer" Now throw yo' hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp sh*t Everybody let me hear you say "Oh-yeah-yer" Everyday I sit while my n***a be in school Thinkin' about the second album at the Dungeon shootin' pool Like E-S to the P-N, 'cause we adjust to the beat in the zone Honey I'm home but I'm not married Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated 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 ATLiens 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 gots to play they 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? Now throw yo' hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp sh*t Everybody let me hear you say "Oh-yeah-yer" Now throw yo' hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp sh*t Everybody let me hear you say "Oh-yeah-yer"
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