(feat. Eminem)
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[E] When we touch down
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[Chorus: E = Eminem; T = T.I.]
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[T] In the midwest we okay
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E'rybody know them southern boys love that bass
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[E] Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, 'weesiana
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Mississippi, Ten-a-keys, every mufuckin state, when we touch down
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[T] Go right from the plane to the rave
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[E] When we touch down
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[T] On a private plane getting brains, till we
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[E] Touch down, there ain't no way to keep em quiet
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With T.I. and Shady baby, we bout to incite a riot
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When we touch down
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[1st verse: T.I.]
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When we get in town, you know how we getting down
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Pull up clean, then hop on out, snatch all the freaks then walk on out
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I'm living what they talking bout, shining if it dark or not
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That one hundred E-X-double R, you'll find that in the parking lot
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You barking up the wrong tree, I do this shit for zone three
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Four, five and six as well as one, Atlanta I'm forever son
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Still be on whatever coast, round blowing heavy smoke
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Ay Em you better tell them folk what hell it take to let em go
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They know I put that green light on them haters
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Keep on trying me I put that beam right on ya tater (pow)
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Now you don't wanna see T.I.P. outrageous
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Try to keep him in a cage but somehow he keep escaping
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That's why I be on vacation, Virgin Island I be taking
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Private planes out to Spain, I keep on flying I ain't faking
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The money ain't a thang, think I'm lying, you're mistaken
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You can find long lines of all kinds of bitches waiting when we touch down
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[Chorus]
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[2nd verse: Eminem]
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Welcome to the Midwest, yes
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Where them Detroit playas ball like you have no idea
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The more is here, got the whole place looking like it's candy painted
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Ain't it like we left the kids at home and just let em loose with the crayons
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Fuck, I just hit a jogger, people looking like Frogger
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They hopping out of the way whenever they see Marshall's car coming
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The kids painted my windows with black permanent marker
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And let the rest of the car carpet color like swirl pops
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And I got the bass thumping but I'm bound to bump into something
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Kids are flying through the air looking like they krumping
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The way they tumbling, I gotta do something
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But as soon as I hit the car wash to get the tar off
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They just right back at it tommorrow
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They're like, "Dad this is in, so you're with the trends"
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"This is for the pens, listening to mens, nail polish on the rims"
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And now it's custom chrome, but I gotta go do a show
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So go on with ya bad self, just have it back to normal when I touch down
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[Chorus]
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[3rd verse: T.I.]
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From my arrival, un-til my departure
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Gurantee I put this d-i-c-k in somebody's daughter
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Ay, I still have my way with the ladies way cross the water
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Flew to Paris from Haiti, did some shit that I thought of
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It's erotic that the shit that we popping makes us psychotic
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Threat the corpse for America, then why they running from me?
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How could they be so ignorant? Look what hip-hop done brung us
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It's allowed us to run a business, legitimated our moneys
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Got us out of the ghettos and relocated our mommies
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I made it all the way here ain't no way you taking it from me
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So excuse me Oprah honey, I'm sorry, really I promise
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But niggas, bitches and hoes do exist, I'm just being honest
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For that am I being punished? Why is you so astonished?
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Now I ain't got a degree, just intelligence in abundance
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So you ain't gotta like me, I know billions of folks who love me
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You can tell how they yelling and screaming and waiting for me when I touch down
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[Chorus]
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Touchdown
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T.I. |