[00:18.69][** feat. OutKast:][00:19.02][8Ball:][00:19.14]*************, I ain't got nothing but time, so I'ma get out on these cuts*[00:22.47]And grind, keep my mind on cloud twenty-nine[00:25.80]My player ways keep me with plenty dimes,[00:28.29]See I'ma *************ne like all six of my gold teeth,[00:30.87]When a ************* get through cooking up, this O-Z,[00:33.39]All night on the block til the sun rise,[00:35.55]My only friend is a glock with the 4-5[00:38.13]Four five in the mornin it don't stop,[00:40.44]Day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)[00:43.02]Blue lights snap me back to reality[00:45.39]I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me[00:47.76]Tricks ain't got *************t to do but harass,[00:50.28]Search tha ************* and took about a three in cash,[00:52.80]I guess that's better than gettin locked up,[00:55.08]Or gettin jammed with that *************t I had rocked up, huh![00:57.72][Chorus:][00:58.23]Now I heard that the South is where yo folks from,[01:00.99]Down in the bottoms where they broke some,[01:03.39]Whips cross a ************* back, way back,[01:05.79]And now they wonder why we act, how we act,[01:08.04]Gold teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow,[01:10.71]Afros & loud ass Italian clothes,[01:13.23]People bar-be-quein in the front yard[01:15.63]Money from the first of the month card![01:17.70][8Ball:][01:17.82]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,[01:20.07]If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,[01:22.59]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,[01:24.93]If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up![01:27.00][MJG:][01:27.42]I got a maid cooking grits, with a, outfit,[01:29.91]So tight my *************s wanna stay the whole nite[01:32.43]Dice game in the kitchen, *************, T. Lee[01:35.13]************* drunk singin sounding like tha Bee Gees[01:37.32]Ham sam'ich in the driveway, drop top[01:39.69]Naked women in tha den playing, hop scotch[01:42.12]Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long gone[01:44.67]So hit me and I'ma keep my, phone on[01:47.07]I be out turning corners, dranking, one fifth[01:49.44]Got some scratches on my rims, cause of one dip[01:51.84]Met a broad yesterday, she hit me, ten times,[01:54.39]If I diss her it'll take a ************* ten lines[01:56.82]MJG standing tall and I, won't fold[01:59.22]You can have all the *******, cause I, don't hold[02:01.68]On to any woman like a human hand cuff[02:03.99]You got ya hair down baby ************* it, stand up![02:21.81][Repeat Chorus:][02:24.99][8Ball:][02:25.98]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,[02:28.23]If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,[02:30.69]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,[02:33.12]If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up![02:35.28][Big Boi:][02:35.76]How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like lyrical bows,[02:38.31]Stickin out just like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,[02:40.83]Like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when y'all bite,[02:43.35]Been had a coke and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,[02:45.54]Y'all just might seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out,[02:48.15]Below the Mason-Dixon line, real *************s know what I'm talkin about,[02:50.55]From Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,[02:52.92]The deeper the darker tha dirty south is what I'm after,[02:55.20]No laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagious[02:57.81]The Space Age is pimpin this, players comin major,[03:00.27]They shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her[03:02.67]The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, **** boy rhyme maker,[03:05.31]Beats by the layers, of music right here to please you,[03:07.62]But if ain't that dirty then patna see we don't need you,[03:09.90]You know I'm talkin bout[03:11.82]OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all punk mother*******s![03:29.97][Repeat Chorus:][03:33.15][8Ball:][03:34.14]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,[03:36.39]If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,[03:38.85]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,[03:41.28]If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up![03:42.93][Andre Benjamin:][03:43.44]You wouldn't understand, if you stood under it (ooh),[03:45.60]It's like the more that I talk to you tha dumber that I get,[03:48.00]The closer that I walk to you, the further that we stand,[03:50.43]Apart distance, nobody has the upper hand but my bodies resistance,[03:53.70]So now, throw your filangies in tha ground,[03:56.01]I'm still abound, un-believers stay from hell around[03:58.38]I found negatives *************s they only keep ya down,[04:00.78]Transmitting from Native American burial grounds[04:03.30]I carry around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads[04:06.15]Um post ta blast space invaders up somebodys dad[04:08.61]Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key then[04:11.94]But it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off work[04:14.85]So she can roast yo ass, either to finda open window fast[04:18.12]Word to the mother*******, word to the mother*******[04:20.46]Word to the mother*******![04:38.13][Repeat Chorus:][04:41.37][8Ball:][04:42.33]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,[04:44.58]If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,[04:47.04]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,[04:49.47]If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!