OutKast ☆ ATLiens

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 shit
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
fuckin’ 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 motherfucka
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 shit
Then everybody say O Yea 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 shit
Then everybody say O Yea yer
Now my oral demonstration
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
Therefore if not the child
we raise gon’ 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
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
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 shit
Then everybody say O Yea 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 shit
Then everybody say O Yea yer
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
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
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 shit
Then everybody say O Yea 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 shit
Everybody let me hear say
O Yea yer