Verse one: big boi
Well itand's the m i crooked letter ainand't no one better
And when iand'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause iand'm cooler than a polar bearand's toenails
Oh hell there he go again talkin that shit
Bend cornerand's like i was a curve i struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this southern playa serve
I heard itand's not where youand're from but where you pay rent
Then i heard itand's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut iand'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, like iand'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckinand' 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
Itand's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye
And i try, to warn you not to test but you donand'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 and'em like you just donand't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear ya say o-yea-yer
Verse two: andre
Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ainand't nothin better
Let me know when itand's wet enough to enter
If not iand'll wait, because the future of the world depends on
Therefore, if not the child we raise gonand' have that nigga 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 fuck 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 ainand't no lie
Iand'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 nigga 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 iand'm home but iand'm not married
Carried a lot of problems around being fustrated
And now iand'm sittin at the end of the month i just made it
Like you made the b team
And like the daddyand'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 worldand's a stage and everybodyand'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 iand'm ready for war okay
Chorus
