[Big Boi]
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Well its the M I crooked letter comin around the South
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Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old Southern slouch
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Please, ain't nothin but incense in my atmosphere
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I'm bendin corners in my 'llac boi, cause that's how we be rollin here
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Deep, the slang is in effect because it's Georgia
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Kicking the khakis and Adidas
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packin yo' heaters cause you 'sposed to, cousin
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Catfish and grits is how my flow flow
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Rollin steady in that caddy but them 50 bottles got to go
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See Juice and gin used to be my friend, from the begin
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And now i'm just a player sippin sauce, every now and then
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To catch a buzz like a bumble bee
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Niggaz who tried to fuck with me
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Get sprayed like raid cause it ain't nothin see
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[Andre]
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My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock
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No my heart don't pump no Kool-Aid
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Jump and you'll get you sprayed
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Hooray yo block the one and only OutKast
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Many a nigga fallin fast and
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I continue blastin, swiftly
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Quickly, they ain't gon' get me, got somethin fo' em
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The devil up in yo grill and you still don't even know' em
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Show'em, who's the ok
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Like collard greens and whole eggs
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I got soul, thats somethin that you ain't got
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That's why yo style is ro-ten,
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Stop in the land of ATL
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Where nothin but pimps, fully equiped
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Quick to make a sale, swell
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Swollen got my pockets, business boomin like rockets
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Folks try to stop it but they know that it's that...
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(Chorus)
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Its that sSutherplayalisticcaddilac funky music
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Now players if you choose it
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You better make sure you don't abuse it
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We gonna get cha hiiiighh, hiiiighhh
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[Andre]
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Time to drop these bows, like Dusty Rhodes
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Then I yell ho
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We knockin em off they feet like a Southern hustler supposed to do
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I's in the house, house like, a joint is lit fo my kin folks
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And all the niggaz that was down, since we been broke
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Takin em deeper than a submarine
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So scream when you hear the team of two
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My crew be thick as two fat hoes sittin off in a Brougham
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I'm packin my tag backwards if you want to be actin wrong
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Word is bond like super glue
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Its funky like poopa scoop
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And every word I say you can true
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[Big Boi]
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Well okey dokey KastOut
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I swear to God I got the highest boomin cadillac
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The expialalistic coupe de ville
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Can you handle that you rat
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I take my time cruisin round the city malls
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And under my seat for you suckers its your final curtain call
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The one two to the guage p-u-m-p
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You want to do a jack, I heat the barrel til it's empty, get me
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See i get friendly gettin in where i fit
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Organized is on the track with the southernplayalistic shit
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So copy my slang and bite my shit
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But don't try gafflin me
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Cause sleepin you'll get served with some Southern hospitality
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(Chorus)
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[Big Boi]
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Well Southernplayalisticadillac music has been laid
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I may wait for all the ... be rolling like that today hoes
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So back up off get up on it if you want it cha'll
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Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on player's ball yup
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So now I step, rather walk with the pimp
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While my niggas are at East Pointe
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with that College Park hemp smoke style
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Is how I wanna end it on this track
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so I pass it to my partner and step back up in my Cadillac
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[Andre]
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Step up in my shoes you crews sitting on Trues
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And Vogues for the hoes only when we rollin through
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Atlanta skies be blue
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The sun is beamin it seemin
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That i glisten, rather gleaming
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20/20 got me leaning to the side
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Full of pride, now ain't that somethin
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I'm dippin into your hood
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This ain't braile, but i'm bumpin
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Thumpin out the roaches
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Dungeon if ya'll missed it
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Big Gimp, Goodie MOb, PA, Outkast
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Southernplaylistic
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(Chorus 3X)
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