[Verse One: Big Boi] 
 
Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better 
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater 
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails 
Oh hell, there he go again talkin that shit 
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve 
And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve 
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent 
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent 
you got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut I'm not worried 
Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry 
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles 
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles 
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I 
It's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye 
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen 
Givin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison 
 
[Chorus: Andre (repeat 2X)] 
 
Now throw your hands in the air 
And wave 'em like you just don't care 
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit 
Then everybody say O-Yea-yer 
 
[Verse Two: Andre] 
 
Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation 
to the female gender, ain't nothin better 
Let me know when it's wet enough to enter 
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on 
Therefore, if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome 
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone 
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on 
Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone 
The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky 
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie 
I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie 
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? 
Now everybody say... 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre] 
 
Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school 
Thinkin about the second album at the Dungeon shootin pool 
Like E-S to the P-N, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone) 
Honey I'm home but I'm not married 
Carried a lot of problems around being fustrated 
And now I'm sittin at the end of the month I just made it 
Like you made the B team 
And like the daddy's wife you makin the coffee 
You heard the A-T-L-iens 
So back the hell up off me 
 
Softly as if I played piano in the dark 
Found a way to channel my anger not to embark 
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part 
God works in mysterious ways so when he starts 
the job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here 
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day 
Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon 
that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay 
 
[Chorus]