(feat. Bosko, Cutty, Debra Killings)
|
[Big Boi]
|
Uhh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe
|
Boy check the rsume, it's risky business in the A (A)
|
And I've been witness to this history, ever since the 10th grade
|
We went from rockin braids to temp fades
|
I twist my A hat to the side just for style
|
Or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly
|
Wow, the Southern pride been known to shut it down
|
It ain't so country though nigga, this ain't no Gomer Pyle
|
I'm Sergeant Slaughter, I keep my shit cooked to order in order
|
to satisfy my people in Georgia and cross the water
|
And, across the border the esse's are gettin smarter
|
They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas
|
If you follow, wink wink, No Doubt we +Don't Speak+
|
In a blink them folks can have you sleepin in the clink
|
I'm shittin on niggaz and peein on the seat
|
It's the nigga, the B-I-G B-O-I, O-U-T
|
|
[Chorus: Big Boi + (Cutty)]
|
Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug
|
And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs
|
I'm double fisted and you empty you can grab a cup
|
Boy stop, I'm just playin, let me dap you up
|
(Baby baby - baby baby)
|
(You're in my system - you're in my system)
|
(Baby baby - baby baby)
|
(Tell me you're listenin - tell me you're listenin)
|
|
[Big Boi]
|
Boy, it's after 12, club like a hive B
|
A beehive cause now everybody buzzin around me
|
Could it be the way that the verse is sounding?
|
Came up on the Geto Boys and the Underground Kingz
|
Toys, I had a Brougham, called it Pretty Brown Thing
|
Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining
|
Known to keep a bad bitch, no niggaz beside me
|
Index finger on the trigger case niggaz is clowning
|
Not to flex but to +Protect My Neck+ like the Wu-Tang
|
Self-preservation is the rule when you do aim
|
Or get in somethin more sinister, you gotta be the finisher
|
Make it so the doctors they can't replenish him
|
Or bring him back to life..
|
.. back to reality
|
Gon' get him some hoes, leave it alone
|
Triple O.G. status, A-Town's very own
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
[Cutty + (Debra Killings)]
|
Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin 'gnac
|
Bendin round corners in the 'llac
|
Cut a rug, playa now cut a rug
|
Throw yo' deuces in the sky for the shutterbuggs
|
(And this goes out to all my ladies in the front) What you want?
|
You make me wanna breed, girl freeze
|
Cut a rug (lady now) cut a rug
|
(And throw yo' deuces in the sky for the shutterbuggs)
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
[Outro: Bosko + (Cutty)]
|
Tell me you're listenin cause you're all up in my system
|
I can feel ya from my head to my toes, to my toes
|
(You're in my system, my system)
|
Lucious Left Foot got his best foot forward, darling
|
Lord have mercy how them flows stay so cold, froze
|
(Tell me you're listenin, listenin)
|
... Cut a rug, cut a rug
|
(You're in my system, my system) Shutterbugg
|
... Cut a rug, cut a rug
|
(Tell me you're listenin)
|
|
-----------------
|
Shutterbug
|
Big Boi |