A ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe) Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre, can yo punk ass come out to Stay in your little hole, then coward your head You don't who you be fucking with you'se better off, dead Is I say, best run the other way In case of physical breakdown, y'all can now My kitchen full of heat, if you take the temp Make yourself footing around don't be getting y'all nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, his file, niggas die By blasted, how drastic They got the to ask me why I do the things I do I got the nerve to serve you up just like a do, but no (no, no) I take back, that's my problem and walking away, this ain't goin' work when they be robbing As long as Big Boi's still living, standing by my lonesome Step up nigga, if you want
Ain't no but a chicken wang We a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about see's in yo chest(It's the joint) Ain't no but a chicken wang We having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Jane just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about see's in yo chest(It's the joint)
Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up It's that nigga in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits I'm to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the Original bastard, so now I makes a switch I to sell dope, but in 1994 I'm making But see these voices in my has got me reminiscing the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens She had me better grades to make a better life But I never had no or respect, cause we goin' be alright I ran the streets and broke my curfew cause I a shit I carried guns and butcher knives I was steadily in the mix, yeah It was so to say goodbye, I'm a man now I'm at the end of my street, so it's to take my stand now I call the because it's time to take the streets So if you got the vertebrae, ya big enough nuts, retreat I'm to wet 'em up like cereal an international player, coming through your stereo
Ain't no thang but a chicken We having a smoke out in the with the Mary Jane just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all that see's in yo chest(It's the joint) Ain't no thang but a wang We a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint)
3-5-7 to your forehead, be mo' dead cause pro, kid But Lord forgive me, I gots to my Milli right Be-near me My nine be fine until these niggas wants to clear me off my street But in my hood hood, they hollering got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go But I feel for like Chaka Khan feel for you Ain't shit that we can do but in peace, pour a brew On the concrete, remember when we ran at the party when we served them niggaz dandy They not to test us, test me, do me, try me Trippin that drama, my Beretta's right beside me One is in the air and one is the Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm anger Quick to danger, I'm takin it one day At a time, I got the fattest around my way You can sway with Andre, I'll take it to the Ho-Jo, let you know, yeah
Ain't no but a chicken wang We having a out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about see's in yo chest(It's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken We a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that in yo chest(It's the joint)
It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm No more than 65 on 85 off in my I got that Dre, he ridin shotgun And got my under my seat, in these yougstas wanna have some fun I'd do it if I to, busting caps with this a and load it clip up after clip I'm packing my gauge, if I it The glock, the gat, the nine, the See I be busting caps my amp be busting speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi be to blast ya You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em 1-2-3, you need to about the future Before I shoot ass and dilute your blood with lead From my hollow tips, I'll send you to an early You fucking slave, you try another way To take me out, is truly difficult Don't even run up on me, unless you want your broke I'm out of bullets letting loose my clip kick you in your ass and your nigga getting pistol whipped You that's how I do, you know that's how I do
Ain't no thang but a chicken We having a out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken We a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all that see's in yo chest(It's the joint)
and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the motherfucking Organized Noize, PA, Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggas the East Pointe way College Park is on the map We coming around Atlanta and the niggas are strapped With the motherfucking and the motherfucking glocks is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop