"Percy Junior, Percy Junior...what's that...what's that you playin'?"
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"Workin' on something new."
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"Sounds like some bullshit. I mean, you really think the audience is gonna appreceate-- "
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"Well, Rooster said I could play what I want."
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"No, never mind anything that Rooster tell you. We'll play stuff that I like, kay?"
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Ain't nobody like my style, yeah
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I light my fire, yeah (I light my fire, I light my fire)
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They blow it out, yeah (They blew it out, they blew it out)
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And don't nobody wanna feel like that, no
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Monkeys on my back crawl
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Now watch them all fall
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Go fall, look out
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Nobody wanted to dance
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When I had a lot’a time on my hands
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Now I got a lot of hands on my time
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And everybody wanna be a friend of mine
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Whoa whoa, I wouldn't mind a friend
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The fellas back home all tryin' to win
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Moon keeps shinin' on bootleg bottles
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Cops in the street keep ya feet on the throttle
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Selling what ya got in a Ford A-model
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Yellin' "Go, PJ go!"
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Ain't none idle, everything is wild, yeah
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You can be hit now, yeah (soon as you turn around)
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He in the ground, yeah (four, five, six feet underground)
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And ain't no Bible, at this here Church, no
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You won't find God no, might meet Him first, aw
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Oh God, look out
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Nobody wanted to leave
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House so packed that we couldn't even breathe
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And ain't no better place to fall in love
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Angels sent from Heaven above
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Swing down and come change your life
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You might make a baby, might meet your wife
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But one sure thing that you're gonna say
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"Deep down South there's a 'lil old place
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Them Idlewild cats, man, they don't play
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Don't make me send a telegram to Rooster, he'll shoot ya."
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"You better come harder than that, sweetie...this ain't no mortuary!"
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And you don't want to take it to the cat so soon
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[Still stick it to the Jenkins] waitin' in the upper room
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'Till ya make her say her prayers
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You some players but you made us mashed potato
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That potato, blast you hater, blast the gator
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So you might just wanna kick back and drink hooch
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Take that to ya woman, relax, break loose
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Cuff her soon, if she choose, she gon' walk away from you
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Straight to the Rooster, 'cause he's cock-a-doodle-cool, what they do fool
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Moonshine running, small time, crap shootin' all time
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Fat chewing lads gotta match ya suit and hats
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[All cats persuing] kinda wild is Idlewild
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Time to break it on, break it on down, now
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Percival, take it on out
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Say whoa Mammy, whoa Mammy
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Say whoa Pappy, whoa Pappy
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Say whoa Mammy, whoa Mammy
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Say whoa Pappy, whoa, everybody get up
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No, no, no, no get down
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Everybody get up
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No, no, no, no get down
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Everybody get up
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PJ & Rooster
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| OutKast |
