(feat. Yelawolf)
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[Big Boi]
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Boy stop, you ain't no DJ... [*echoes*]
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("Greetings...")
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I double dare, matter of fact nigga I double dog dare
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any rapper that take it there with this playa here
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Let's be clear, I'm a leader not your peer
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Valedictorian of this rap shit every year (year year year)
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Like beer and pretzels with the game I go good
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I'm the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood
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Overstand hoe ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed
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by the lack of class, sat in the back of class
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but passed with flying colors with yo' backwards ass, you're like the caboose
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And I'm the engine locomotive to let loose steam in the booth, scream ah WOOF!
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Dream Team, nigga fuck that pillow talk, keep sleeping
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while I'm beating down yo' street up in that green thing
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Greetings Earthlings, I've been lurking deep in the shadows
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Gathering artillery for the battle
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Now, on the front line I stand, microphone in my right hand
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Left foot on the gas, don't make me put my foot in yo' ass
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[Chorus 2X: Big Boi]
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Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fuckin mixtapes
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Where they at? [*repeat 7X*]
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Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
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There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go
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[Yelawolf]
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Yeah, my momma gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream
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(Dream dream dream dream dream)
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And God said, look for the burnin bush, now I turned to weed
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So I jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burnin trees (hey)
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Hard white, I, trickle nickel bags
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Ice cold true shit; in the booth with blue lips
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On your grave like a tulip, in the bar like a pool stick
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8-0-8 Toomp shit, Magic Mike, poof bitch!
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Ain't nowhere to rest, nowhere for you to sit
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I stole your couch and I took your truck to move it with
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Sofa, any one of you wanna get to' up?
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I'm a tattoo, Kodak you, close up
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Ain't no UFO, no, Yela's a supernova (WOOF!)
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Dogs are barkin as soon as that trooper roll up (WOOF!)
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30 at 6, momma don't gotta load up
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Cause I'm from the varsity of maybe hardly and RC Cola
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Hold up!
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[Chorus]
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[Yelawolf]
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Yeah, and, I
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party in poverty with people like, "Yeah you're famous, so what?"
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I bet you can't hitch that semi up to this tow truck
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Rich with a hundred dollars, soul like a batch of collards
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Yeah I'm pale but I'll impale you with an Impala
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Roll with pimp scholars, +ATLiens+
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A-L-A-B-A-M-A agains, come and check my weight again
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Baby I know I ain't that crazy, the scale says heavy
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Must be my dick the way bitches been hangin on it lately
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[Big Boi]
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(Yeah, we stay) bangin on the daily, soul funk crusader maybe
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Tailored alligator souffl¨¢©ö, Escalade all in yo' ladies
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Space invader, I'm the lyrical Darth Vader
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Give thanks pussy nigga I don't expose you as a hater
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Got Decatur, East Point, College Park and the SWAT's
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Campbellton Road closed, road block, watch out for the cops
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Gotta think outside the box, know how to connect the dots
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'Fore somebody hit the jackpot playin in ya slot, boy stop
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[Chorus]
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[Big Boi]
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Where they at? [*repeat 8X*]
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There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go
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Where they at? [*repeat 7X*]
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There they go [*repeat as it fades out*]
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You Ain't No DJ
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Big Boi |