[Intro - Mystikal] This is, Mystikal and Outkast I'm representin
[Mystikal] I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES You can't stand it! Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami Handlin with my man 'nem in Atlanta And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin as I'm sayin it I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine, bitch I'm known for jammin Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary I bust through, intrude, move through distractions Withstand hits and blows don't lose no traction I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon And the get God back Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy Run flat boy, run that boy Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy I bring flames to a four alarm fire I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern band And they always tryin to find something to say about the brother man I invent em flip em and send em Rhymes set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over ya Guess what, this is a stick up Give me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up Garbage mc's better run for it Don't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of the yard, (?) And respect me for takin it to em So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods
Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha
[Hook - Dre] X 2 If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods you better stop Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh
[Big Boi] All a the heat rise to the beat wise To that nigga that spit that street fire Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto You're bitch made like Dorothy You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G? I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin Givin you somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops with My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scarin me But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the rest yeah That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH
Yeah know that East Point never stop like that All the way to Decatur
[Hook] X 2
[Dre] Hey, what's your name? Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun Reason for a gun, only one Strong believer in self-preservation Aahhhhh, OOF! in the State of confused City of forgotten fate, County of the blues Street address Generation X Avenue But Generation Y high to the point that I drink Runnin on a new one Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks What if I told you that even if you made clocks? Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds Then re-arrange and change things that's on your mind Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter? Would you holler that I'm live and ask another? Or take no heat and run for cover?