Yeah uh
East Point
College Park in the house
Decatur uh
Old National got the ******
Everybody uh
Know what I'm sayin'
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 **** 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 player 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
But I'm not worried
'Cause when we step up
in the party
Like a mouse you scurry
So go get your ******' shine box
And your sack of nickels
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****** 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
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 ****
Everybody let me hear you say
Oh yeah yer
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 ****
Everybody let me hear you say
Oh yeah yer
Now my oral illustration
be like ******** stimulation
to the female gender
Ain't nothin' better
Let me know when it's
*** 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 ***** syndrome
Or will it know to beat the odds
regardless of the skin tone
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 alienate us
'Cause we different
Keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness
When I practice what I preach
It don't 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
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 ****
Everybody let me hear you say
Oh yeah yer
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 ****
Everybody let me hear you say
Oh yeah yer
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 'cause we
adjust to the beat in the zone
Honey I'm home
But I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems
around bein' frustrated
And now I'm sittin' at the
end of the month I just made it
Like you made the B team
And like yeh daddy's wife
you makin' the coffee
You heard the ATLiens
So back the **** 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 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
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 ****
Everybody let me hear you say
Oh yeah yer
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 ****
Everybody let me hear you say
Oh yeah yer