A nigga ready the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe) Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre, can yo ass come out to play? Stay in your little hole, coward duck 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, can break now My full of heat, if you can't take the temp Make exempt Pussy footing around be getting y'all nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, his file, niggas die By getting blasted, how They got the nerve to ask me why I do the I do I got the nerve to you up just like a waiter do, but no (no, no) I take back, that's my problem Turning and walking away, ain't goin' work when they be robbing As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my up nigga, if you want some
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Well nigga, you softer than silicone, to pump up tits It's that down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits I'm quick to stop a sucka flow menopause, it's the Original bastard, so now I makes a switch I used to dope, but in 1994 I'm Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik But see these voices in my skull has got me About the days back when me mammy had to work in She had me making better to make a better life But I never had no love or respect, we goin' be alright I ran the streets and broke my curfew I gave a shit I carried guns and butcher cause 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 time to take my now I call the wild because it's time to the streets So if you ain't got the vertebrae, ya big nuts, retreat I'm ready to wet 'em up like Just an international player, through your stereo
Ain't no thang but a chicken We having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary It's just a pimps(players), daddies(East Point) all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken We having a smoke out in the with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), daddies(East Point) It's all about that in yo chest(It's the joint)
to your forehead, there'll be mo' dead cause pro, kid But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right me My nine be doing fine until these niggas to clear me off my street But in my hood, they hollering ghetto 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 with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me One is in the air and one is the Y'all ask me the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin anger Quick to dodge danger, I'm 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 thang but a chicken We having a smoke out in the Dungeon 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 having a smoke out in the 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)
It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm No more 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac I got nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun And got my under my seat, in case these wanna have some fun I'd do it if I to, busting with this a heat 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 like my amp be speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi be to blast ya You 'posed to be draw, but man, I hail 'em faster 1-2-3, you need to think about the Before I shoot ass and dilute your blood with lead From my hollow tips, I'll you to an early grave You slave, you better try another way To take me out, is truly difficult Don't even run up on me, unless you want brain broke I'm out of bullets letting loose my last I'ma kick you in ass and your nigga getting pistol whipped You know that's how I do, you know how I do
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Yeah and it don't and it don't quit, to the motherfucking Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big and all the niggas the East Pointe way College is really on the map We around Atlanta and the niggas are really strapped With the motherfucking guns and the glocks Steady is the gas nigga, don't it and it don't stop