Big Boi Album

When the lush hangs off the chron, I know that your gone, ya feel me (feel me)
15 years off in this game, still nuttin changed, feel me (feel me)
Riding swiftly through the night, almost missed the light, if ya feel me (feel me)
Whether I'm right or wrong, I know that your gone, (I know) ya feel me (feel me)

Damn, that wasn't nuttin but the intro... Here we go

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
It is I the B I G the B O I
[? ] my ears to the street n eyes to the sky
Kept my sights on the prize wide open doors wide
Like the thighs of a hooker spread told the girl bye
I got bigger fish to fry niggas wish I would retire
Cause of the pressure I apply everytime I bust a rhyme
[? ] watch me stimulate the mind
Of the masses while you niggas kicking it like jackasses
N who you voting for republican or democratic?
Don't say it doesnt matter cause that's how they stole the last one
Assassins bullets might be waiting for Obama
Do you think they'll have a brother before billys baby momma come on

[Chorus: x4]
Look at the way you look at me da-daddy fat sax
In my cadillac six woofers and four amps

[Verse 2:]
My daddy told me it was mine for the taking
A true gift from God the stars aligned when they made me
Him a renas baby they first born son
I'm Antwon Andre Patton the only one
But mind of a champion with heart of a lion
I'm defying all the laws like a caterpillar flying
Way before my time and reside in the dirty dirty
Where they still hanging lynches like we in the early thirties
God damn you know who I am (da-daddy fat sax)
Royal fam of atlanta dungeon bitch you understand boi
This ain't what you want let be clear from the bungie
I write knock out songs you spit punchlines for money

[Chorus x4]

[Hook:]
With my ears to the streets n my eyes to the sky
I'm on another planet my nigga and you jus fly (fly-y)
Cause I'm (da-daddy fat sax) take that muthafucka take that
With my ears to the streets n my eyes to the sky
I'm on another planet my nigga and you jus fly (fly cause he's daddy fat sax)
Riding off in a cadillac like that nig

[Chorus x4]

Yea (da-da-daddy fat sax) what his name is (da-da-daddy fat sax)
What ya talking bout (da-da-daddy fat sax) Boi Stop-stop-stop uh

Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me
cause a nigga like me don't fuck around
Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me
cause a nigga like me don't fuck around

Rump-pump-peh

I know you see that
no ones competed
ooh that turns me on
ooh that turns me on

what turns me on about ya, i doubt you have a clue,
sassy attitude, and red bottom shoes
god im mad at you
i do think you're fierce and that you
killing them of course
with the features of an angel
and the bottom of a horse
thoroughbred, thorough head
makes ya moist like the dark fudge
brownie with the nut of your choice
soaking wet, all the feathers in the goose
down, who's loose now
you done let the juice ooze down
do smile, when you do it's on some ooh child
kiss ya in the mouth, juicy fruit, make it cool down
and make it truth, aint it true now
divine neck, the respect it aint shit for me to prove
you need some time, press the snooze down
i don't mind cause im as hard as all the iron in all the toolhouse
or toolshed, go and play it like
when alarm sound off around 2

I know you see that (it aint going down without you)
no ones competed
ooh that turns me on
ooh that turns me on

who gives a damn about the past
i live for the day, plan for the future, pack a lunch, and haul ass
anyway, it aint no time for no picnics,
this-that business, the slickness to get your chick hit quick
i make her drip all her liquids
then get butt-booty naked when i spit on some pimp shit
make her legs shake so she never loses interest
calling out my name when i'm asking, "whose is this?"
naw, its not a game, ass falling out the frame
with my polaroid camera i have to take two flics
she cant avoid all the stamina, we do this
with no steroids or other artificial juices.
Therefore, she nows the undisputed truth
when i slip into this bood while i slid into this booth
im kicking it with you, lot like martial artists do
we can break boards, and you can kick rocks

I know you see that (it aint going down without ya)
no ones competed
ooh that turns me on
ooh that turns me on

sit yourself down on the big old bed
turn your body round here let me give you some-
don't you want to make a freaky memory with me
so later on you can think about it then you'll be like
damn…

that turns me on

I know you see that (it aint going down without ya)
no ones competed
ooh that turns me on
ooh that turns me on

from the back

now from the front

(feat. Vonnegutt)

With one stroke of the pen
I tune in to your satell ite radio or fm stat ion
I've been pat iently wa iting to weigh in
Been under construction for two years
But now it's about that time I double dutch my way in
Leftfoot, rightfoot steppin over biters
It's like the game is haunted cause there's so many ghost writers
Me see I'm a lifer with supply that may seem endless
Straight rider like a biker on a chopper with a hitlist
Witness the ni**a that spit that vicious
Pitbull atta ck sh*t when it comes to this rap sh*t
Daddy fat sax b**ch

[Hook: x2]
Follow us hook:
Follow us now
Try to all the way now
It's not another let down
Got something to say right now...

I know some of ya 'll done wrote a ni**a off
Like the leases on these cars
And these homes you ni**as thought you staye d in
With so many bosses why are they still
Lay ing ni**as off they job, ni**a for real
Gone give a ni**a a gig then
Help a brother get up out this pig pen
But nobody want s to keep it pimpin
Or 110
So with this pen
I begin to illustrate from within, boy
Pa int a pretty picture like I'm chilling with my friends
Every body's got a pocket full of ends to spend
See picasso couldn't blend
Put it all together or fit in
I'm like a crocodile wal kin' 'round with alligator skin
Yes I'm is the product of the ghetto where I've lived
Call me sponge bob, boy
Soaked up game as a little bitty kid
And never been a lame before the fame I wa s the sh*t
And now I'm just big ya dig.

[Hook: x2]
Follow us hook:
Follow us now
Try to all the way now
It's not another let down
Got something to say right now...

[Bridge: Neil Garrard]
Why don't you come and find out what this is all about
I will only say this once so come and follow us.

See we not even gonna play with them either
We gone la-la lay it down every f**king time we see 'em
Make the club get crunk. yup
We the type of people
But wa it, it's not a sequel
No wa it, it's bb's prequel
The beginning before the beginning
Spend it how you spend it
Then if you sell dope ni**a sta ck it when you get it
You can't trick it
Or spend it until it's gone
That 's slippery business homes
Go get you a business loans
Come on

[Hook: x2]
Follow us hook:
Follow us now
Try to all the way now
It's not another let down
Got something to say right now...

Verse 1-
Uh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe
Boy check the resume, it's risky business in the A
And I've been a witness to this history
Ever since the the 10th grade
We went from rockin brades to temp fades
I twist my A hat to the side just for style
or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly
Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down
But it ain't so country my nigga this ain't no Gomer Pile
I'm sergeant slaughter
I keep my shit cooked to order in order
To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water
And across the boarder the essays are getting smarter. They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas. if you follow wink wink. no doubt we don't speak. in a blink them folks could have you sleeping in the clink. I'm shittin' on niggas and pee'ing on the seat. It's the nigga the BIG BOI OUT

Hook:
Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs. I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup. Boy stop, i'm just playing. Let me dap you up. baby baby you're in my system. baby baby tell me your listening.

Verse 2:
Boy, it's after 12, club's like A Hive Bee, A bee hive cause not everybody buzzin around me. Could it be the way the verse is sounding? Came up on the Gheto Boys and the Underground Kingz. Toys, I had a brougham, called it pretty brown thing. Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining. Known to keep a bad bitch. No niggas beside me. Index finger on the trigger in case niggas is clowning. Not to flex but to protect my neck like the Wu-Tang. Self-preservation is the rule when you do aim. Or get in something more sinister. You gotta be the finisher to make it sure the doctors, they can't replenish him. Or bring him back to life. Back to reality. Gone get on some hoes leave it alone. Triple OG status A town's very own.

Hook:

Bridge:

Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack. Bendin' 'round corners in the 'lac. Cut a rug, playa, now cut a rug. And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg. And this goes out to all my ladies in the front. What you want? You make me wanna breed. Girl freeze. Cut a rug, lady, now cut a rug. And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg.

Hook:

Outro:
Tell me you're listening cause you all up in my system I can feel you from my head to my toes. (You're in my system) Lucious Leftfoot's got his best foot forward darling Lord have mercy how them flows stay so cold, froze. (Tell me you're listening)

(feat. Big Rube)

[Big Boi:]
Get the south dick up out your mouth
What you talkin' 'bout
See we know everything you're about
So try another route
Paperboy, you can't destroy what we done built
Pick on somebody your own size and fuck around; get kilt
But not like the kilt above the knees
BB will plant you niggas like seeds
Or fertilizer for the trees
Emergency vehicle last seen speeding from the scene
Nigga take one for the team; now he's bleeding from the spleen
Stay so fresh and oh so motherfucking clean
No blood splatter or evidence, long distance with a beam
We come in peace, while some of ya'll niggas come in greed gluttons
Fucking up the game like ice, heroin, or speed

Slow down nigga
"Speed it up" like ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast
Not a hobby, this my life
You disrespect it, that's your ass
As one half of the outkast return like ghost of Christmas past
It's the son of Chico Dusty
Must be West Savannah bad
Had to go to church on Sundays with Great Grandma and Granddad
Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn't have a path
If I ever fell astray, then God will get me back on track
Didn't say that Rico, Ray, and Pat was gettin' with me and 3Stax
Then we spittin' cause killing everything that we attack
Special forces of the rap game so you best take heed of that
All the shit you rappers lack: we got plenty; here's a snack
Don't ruin their appetite because your shit is really whack
Whack ass nigga
This shit's like breathing to me
Born and bred for it

[Big Rube:]
Another battle won
Another story to tell
Listen to the angelic plucking of the puppet strings
As Sir Lucious puts his left foot forward
And rides of into the horizon of infinite regression... victorious
Undefeated on the battle field against the means of ignorance, greed, and hatred
All contenders to the throne are left naked
Because the truth is the only thing you could never be stripped from
And if you commit to that truth, then you could end the vicious cycle
That's affecting our youth today...
If we just stop lying...
If we just stop lying...
Stop lying...
Lying...

(feat. Khujo Goodie & T.I.)

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus One: Khujo Goodie, Big Boi]
[K.G.:] She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream
She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine?
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine
[B.B.:] She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things
I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine

[Big Boi:]
Now, let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cuff or cake
I, put her on a plate until she's no longer awake
They just lay, fast asleep, when I hit 'em with the snake
Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes
On display, she's a model but she only model shoes
Not fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute
How she choose? She just whispers in my ear ("I'm with you")
I'm the type of dude that sends your baby mama out for food
And I also like her throat action, with a passion
Love in her mou-outh, for dental satisfaction
That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashin
Ughhh, bust one back of the 'llac, stabbin (hootie hoo!)
She know what's happenin, there's no reason to doubt it
If you ask her how I got it she say ("How he had went about it was")
And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare
Settle down cause she right there

[Chorus One]

[T.I.]
Okay, midnight, fit like, four or five chicks
in the drop '66 bumpin "Southernplayalistic"
as we ridin through the city lights, Monday Magic City night
Pass these around, momentarily they feelin like
gettin right, good girls, got 'em gettin busy like
big dykes, eatin so much pussy they forget pipe
All got boyfriends, tell me they don't hit it right
They come see me so they can come be freaks
in the back seat, everything's fast like a track meet
All I can see is titties, pussy lips and ass cheeks
Actually, no exaggeration, no imaginin
Real talk, my reality is yo' fantasy
Keisha, Kim, Tamika, Shay, Alicia and Gloria
Chasin this broad tryin to find euphoria
Name notorious, dick game glorious
Find me shawty when ya boyfriend borin ya

[Chorus Two: Big Boi, Khujo Goodie]
[B.B.] Shake it like some Texas Pete droppin on your collard greens
Make it hotter when she want a dollar, do you follow me?
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
[K.G.] Smellin like some tangerines, rollin like she on some beans
Garter belt full of greens, booty bustin out the seams
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - watch her shake it like a tambourine

[Big Boi]
Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine
as everything outdo's, the kind of girl I describe her like-like-like
Michael Jordan when he's froze in a pose of a Jumpman
Top flight security on these hoes man
She drop it low only for me to pick her up
When she's liquored up I'm leavin my fingerprints on her butt
A ten-hut, at attention as we stand for this woman
General Patton, boy stop, we think she cummin
Lovin the way that I'm dickin her down, Boi you bluffin
Nothin but a nigga like me be straight up royal flushin
But this ain't 'bout playin no cards dummy
Her give me open mouth sugar and she go hard for me
Even take a charge for me, if the coppers caught us ridin
to get a tray of fruit, and a pack of 1-point-5's and
I'm all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team
We burn it down like California trees in the breeze
Fire!

[Chorus One]

[Outro]
Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it
Shake shake it, shake shake that ass
Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it
Shake shake it, shake shake that, shake that
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (and all my ladies go to)
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (shake shake it, shake that ass)

(feat. Yelawolf)

[Big Boi]
Boy stop, you ain't no DJ... [*echoes*]
("Greetings...")

I double dare, matter of fact nigga I double dog dare
any rapper that take it there with this playa here
Let's be clear, I'm a leader not your peer
Valedictorian of this rap shit every year (year year year)
Like beer and pretzels with the game I go good
I'm the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood
Overstand hoe ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed
by the lack of class, sat in the back of class
but passed with flying colors with yo' backwards ass, you're like the caboose
And I'm the engine locomotive to let loose steam in the booth, scream ah WOOF!
Dream Team, nigga fuck that pillow talk, keep sleeping
while I'm beating down yo' street up in that green thing
Greetings Earthlings, I've been lurking deep in the shadows
Gathering artillery for the battle
Now, on the front line I stand, microphone in my right hand
Left foot on the gas, don't make me put my foot in yo' ass

[Chorus 2X: Big Boi]
Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fuckin mixtapes
Where they at? [*repeat 7X*]
Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go

[Yelawolf]
Yeah, my momma gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream
(Dream dream dream dream dream)
And God said, look for the burnin bush, now I turned to weed
So I jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burnin trees (hey)
Hard white, I, trickle nickel bags
Ice cold true shit; in the booth with blue lips
On your grave like a tulip, in the bar like a pool stick
8-0-8 Toomp shit, Magic Mike, poof bitch!
Ain't nowhere to rest, nowhere for you to sit
I stole your couch and I took your truck to move it with
Sofa, any one of you wanna get to' up?
I'm a tattoo, Kodak you, close up
Ain't no UFO, no, Yela's a supernova (WOOF!)
Dogs are barkin as soon as that trooper roll up (WOOF!)
30 at 6, momma don't gotta load up
Cause I'm from the varsity of maybe hardly and RC Cola
Hold up!

[Chorus]

[Yelawolf]
Yeah, and, I
party in poverty with people like, "Yeah you're famous, so what?"
I bet you can't hitch that semi up to this tow truck
Rich with a hundred dollars, soul like a batch of collards
Yeah I'm pale but I'll impale you with an Impala
Roll with pimp scholars, +ATLiens+
A-L-A-B-A-M-A agains, come and check my weight again
Baby I know I ain't that crazy, the scale says heavy
Must be my dick the way bitches been hangin on it lately

[Big Boi]
(Yeah, we stay) bangin on the daily, soul funk crusader maybe
Tailored alligator soufflй, Escalade all in yo' ladies
Space invader, I'm the lyrical Darth Vader
Give thanks pussy nigga I don't expose you as a hater
Got Decatur, East Point, College Park and the SWAT's
Campbellton Road closed, road block, watch out for the cops
Gotta think outside the box, know how to connect the dots
'Fore somebody hit the jackpot playin in ya slot, boy stop

[Chorus]

[Big Boi]
Where they at? [*repeat 8X*]
There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go
Where they at? [*repeat 7X*]
There they go [*repeat as it fades out*]

Been Patient,
We both played our part in heart-breakin
Most of you hurt more than I've wasted?
Took plause to the heart thats family
mamma girl been twenty years a hustler
He always talk, never talk ****
Go one more place up near to a boss?
Couldnt take it so you leave
See yo mamma on the couch stressin
She lookin at the clock
Its a quarter past ten,
Next day and still no sign of daddy.
A hustler, always loyal to the customer
In love with the only example of family.
I wanna take you..?

(Chorus)2x

Daddy said when you hit 18,
That you would never marry one like me,
But didn't know ya fell for
A hustler, hustle blood all in me.
But I've been waiting for this day to come.

(Verse 1)
Waiting for the day to come
Like waitin on the mail man, first of the month Imma,
Straight go getta, trendsetter, make a mo when a ***** bust.
Dude I keep her soakin wet to the touch, I do.
No Joke, can't stop til' she get enough,
Like a paper top, we could pick her up, blow smoke, chop chop
Better hit the blunt, ***** wat up, up, up and away.
I aint fixing to front from the jump, from the getty up bro
There plenty pretty bitties in the city im from
Man im gonna get me just one
To ride shotgun do you hear me just one, one, one.
(Bom Bom diddy bomm bomm,Bom Bom Bom diddy bomm bomm)

(Chorus)2x
Daddy said when you hit 18,
That you would never marry one like me,
But didn't know ya fell for
A hustler, hustle blood all in me.
But I've been waiting for this day to come.

(Bridge)
Waiting for this day to come,
Lady come and give me some
You know youre my only one,
Just lay back girl have some fun.
Can I come over let me squeeze
You so tight girl let me see
Just what you can do for me.
Drop down low and shake it please.

(Verse 2)
Nothing in the world can keep us apart
Like nancy and stevie from the start?
My blood pumps red, but give me a puple heart instead
Cause a ***** go hard.
Kinda like a egg, boiling in a pot of hot water.
Or like a fed with a no knock warrant.
I want her so imma go in get her
You hear me? We got her surrounded, she gonna give it to me.
Give it up, give back, hands up,
Hand cuff with the wrist back, back up.
The type drink to make a ***** act up,
Mask up, get the cadilac and mash up.
Any, and every, thing on site like a drop-box chevy.
(Bom Bom diddy bomm bomm,Bom Bom Bom diddy bomm bomm)

(Chorus)2x
Daddy said when you hit 18,
That you would never marry one like me,
But didn't know ya fell for
A hustler, hustle blood all in me.
But I've been waiting for this day to come.

(Bridge)
Waiting for this day to come,
Lady come give me some
You know youre my only one,
Just lay back girl have some fun
I come over let me squeeze
You so tight girl let me see
Just what you can do for me
Drop down low and shake it please.

(feat. Janelle Monáe)

[Chorus: Janelle Monae]
Be still young heart, never will you fall apart
Be still young heart, never will you fall apart
Be wise my dear [? ]
Learn to jus be still until you really really know
Show me your eye, shine tha light, I wonder when will I know

[Verse 1:]
To hell if I don't pray, Like a mannequin in the winter I don't say a word
I like to sit back, observe
My heart say do not disturb and yours is like a doorknob everybody get a turn
But that's a turnoff girl I'm not concerned
But like the early bird tryna get the worm worm
But not on those terms you got on my nerves
Say I don't deserve you, you gunna learn
Treat her like a perm, leave it be & let it burn
Eat em like a eerange, orange
So whether your on the verge of leavin it don't get boring, foreign trips I'm takin jus to see yo smiley face & times a wastin
And I don't like to waste no time, you can be [? ]

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Janelle Monae]
I love bein in love when you love me down, turn my heart around
Givin up on love makes my ocean round
You lived in my heart, secret melodies haunt me at night
Maybe lies & lullabies, this is my life farewell you let me down

[Chorus]

Yeah behind the Cadillac door
Grip the wood, slide around real slow
Jus bangin, mind blown as I glance thru the smoke tinted windows
Ya'll be still

[Chorus]

(feat. George Clinton, Too Short & Sam Chris)

[Intro: George Clinton]
This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak
Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOOOOMB!

[Chorus:]
For those who think life is unfair
'Cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin there
Then I'll roll one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows
In my chair, as I sit back smiling from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll blow one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows

[Big Boi (Too $hort):]
Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene
Money shot to a Three movies
But everything's straight like 9:15
It's back to the time machine, I believe
Back to the rhymin, back to the stick
Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick
Slap, y'all nigga better think that was it
We everywhere (BEEEITCH~! )
... Like the air you breathe
Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave
Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead
Best believe I'll change the steeds
Take the lead, change the speed
Slow it down just for the sport
Nigga, ONE of my favorite rappers happens to be Too $hort

[Too $hort:]
Now everybody wanna sell dope (SELL DOPE)
Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes (... NOPE! )
Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks
On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo' (EIGHTY FO'?)
BEEEITCH~!

[Chorus 1/2]

[Big Boi:]
Just to let you know that everything is straight
I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate
Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin with a great
Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste [gunshot]
Kill yo'self like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title
My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival
Like the Bible or any other good book that you read
Why are 75% of our youth readin magazines?
'Cause they used to fantasy, and that's what they do to dream
Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing!
'Member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, I'm still speakin about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean
When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean
I mean, it mean the roguh, the tough, the DANGEROUS, we reign SUPREME
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds
B-I-G, B-O-I - nigga, please!

[Chours]

[Bridge, then Outro: George Clinton]
Don't want no girlfriends
Just need my dope (I just need my dope)
One foot on the world when, I'm behind in my smoke
(I'm behind in my smoke)
On the back burner, you can just simmer around
But on the front burner, you betta burn, a fat one
(Roll it up... fire that shit up)
A fat one - fire it up!
A fat, fat, fat one...

This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, c-c-clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak
Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOMB!
Bombardin the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come
Came and went, hindbells spent, b-b-b-b-bent
Take another huff and puff and choke and toke
Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and
Pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a JOINT~!
'Cause this is the dope-on-dope... some GOOD shit...
Yeaaaaaaahh... Lean back and puff slow...

(feat. B.o.B & Joi)

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
The rhymes I designed are truly unrefined*
Like diamonds with a spec of blood dug up out a mine
Flows flood between the ears right behind my eyes
Giving birth to lines, soul searching for the prize
I take my time when deciding what to write
Like the SAT while these other niggaz bite
Underated and mostly hated but got a lot of fight
Like a player, play the background, fuck the spotlight
Night night, I recite when I step up to this mic
Reputation trump tight like the husband want a wife
Stay sharp as broken glass, get busted on or smashed
When your ass cross paths with this half of the Kast

[Chorus 1: B.o.B (Big Boi)]
It's bed time, bed time
Tuck yourself I can tell that you're terrified
Check my record you'll see that I'm verified
(Nobody want none) I terrorize
(Don't nobody want none) Now you're terrified
(Nobody want none of this here) It's bed time

[talking: Big Boi]
Yeah this where second vers supposed to go
I don't think I need to hit ya'll with another verse
But, I think I might, because I like to destroy shit

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
There's no time to retreat and no surrender
Been ready for battle General Patton's no beginner
I keep it all Madden, I call the play then execute for the W
Leave the rest of you destitute, now put that money up
Oh and your content is nonsense; How you expect to
Get it a little resitution with all this ghetto flaugin
Snow, that's for tobaggans, no won't be no pardons
Or bargains, three striked then you "Yank"ed up like "A. Rod"
And, uh, with no apartments, you got no home to run to
You snitching on yourself and no it's your front they come through
Without a tap on your phone
The only thing they had to do is listen to raps on your songs...

[Chorus 2: Joi (Big Boi)]
Lights out, the time for the nighty night's overude
This is the final countdown to your swan song, you are through
All wack emcees and posers this is going out to you
Fuck boys will drop their jaws and all because here something new
(Something new, something new) ooooh-ooooh-oh-ooooh
(Something new, something new)

[Verse 3: Big Boi]
Straight out the plastic, like a pair of footies, no show
My nigga you can't no see me and that's for sho, four door
Any kind of Cadillac I go slow, what I'm smoking on
Some of that chokehold, no low, no mid
Top of the line pine, because I blow big, been here for a while
Your momma likes my style, and so do your kids
I know you love it, cause a hater loves to hate
You need me like a junkie needs a razor blade and plate
I'm dope nigga

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

(feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro - Big Boi]
Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo
All the hoes say:

[Gucci]
Hah! Hah! Hah!

[Big Boi]
Gucci up, here we go
A-town, C-post
Cut masta swift down your throat

[Verse 1 - Big Boi]
Boy stop, Sir Luscious' left foot's on fire
Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try
Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit
Inking hit up after hit
This penmanship is so legit
I came equipped like a prophylactic
Now they riding dicks, like
Styling on these suckas out here trying to buy their bitch
Now they rich, try to piss everybody to trick off
But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away them drawers
Word to the brown James, he some chicken chow mein
Really mane, you done say some silly things
And the fella Dana Dane
Why you cuffing claim to game?
Hey my main thang got my last name
Yall naw what i mayne!

[Hook - Gucci Mane]
I'm on my grind shawty
Don't block my shine shawty
Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?
Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up
I'm on my grind shawty
Don't block my shine shawty
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Chill a little, sit a minute
I can't close my safe no more
Cause I got too much money in it

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]
Gucci in the cell; did a deal, went to jail
I make music, I make movies, I'm in Tyler Perry's cell
I smell coming out the lam', f**k it what the hell
Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down; she got on Chanel
In the tent rolling stupid kush like I'm in the restroom
In the club with a half a pound (hundred fifty blunts)
Zone 6 - East Atlanta - don't fuck with Nia Long
Boy: shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on
On the block with my stupid watch. Boy you need to stop!
When I stop, everybody watch the car without a top
In the streets. Cost a stupid check roll another pack
Now I'm gone, I can't even flip: Eastside where you at?

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Big Boi]
Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe
The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can't get up and walk away, shawty
With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray
Like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump
Pistol whip in my lap at all times
In the 'lac from Atlanta to Savannah, can't a nigga stop that
Not when god's got his hands on me only the strong survive
And the weak-minded are falling by the wayside, they try
But we shall overcome and succeed, indeed
But with success comes a great responsibility
We chose to lead not follow
It's a hard pill to swallow
Better get prescriptions filled
Cause there might not be tomorrow

(feat. Sam Chris)

[Chorus: Sam Chris]
We go through this everydayyyyy
Adding more to the story trying to make it interesting
Lying to yourself like it really happened
It's like we're riding on a never ending traaiiin
Pick a stop (pick a stop), pick a lie (pick a lie)
Pick a reason to convince em that it never happened
I think we'll have to save the day

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
But not like Captain Save
More like black Captain Kirk, because Big Boi's from some other place
Oh way deep in outer space where the freaks are not afraid
To crank that bitch in the moonlight while nobody's getting paid
Galaxies of slaves, enter Dungeon Family
With Outkast, Goodie Mob, & P.A. now were +Gnarly+ like +Barkley+
Without Harley Davidson, maybe someday you will see
Boy, we been done gave you some, the pipe has already been laid,
Foundation sturdy as ankle weights or shoe of cement
Be ready to soprout them wings or choose to cruise like a fish
We wish, but we need to pray, we don't stray away from this
Kids, common sense ain't common when your minds trapped in a fence
But mines is intense, hence the way that I spit my shit
Cause I'm fire breathing (fire breathing) dragon in this biiitch
Which is a girl dog, yet a pitfall
For me and ya'll, songs found no bombs, but the ones rock
It's all wrong

[Chorus: w/ ad-libs from Big Boi]

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Look up, up and I pray
Channeling that heavenly energy, There's plenty we can say
But the enemy is winning because your punk ass be afraid
But I spray what's on my mind to educate and entertain
KRS, he said it best I learned from listening to these tapes
Before I-iTunes came out and made CDs obsolete
For Reality TV would seem to be that big mistake
And now Big Brother's got these cameras deep in each and every state
While each rapper claims to be the heavyweight
Cause he mentions cocainia in bout everything he makke
And thet why them people try to pin him with that case
Cause his blow his dixie crystal pistol play was just for play, fake
Just for play play... but got them baybays
Beliving that bullshit
Just for play play... but got them baybays
FUCKED UP!

[Chorus: w/ ad-libs from Big Boi]

[Bridge: Sam Chris (Big Boi)]
Plus I think I, I think I {He said, he said, he said}
Sometimes I think I love it (Sometimes I think I love it)
And I think it loves me toooooo
Plus I think I, I think I {He said, he said, he said}
Sometimes Ithink I hate it (Sometimes I think I hate)
And I think it hates me toooooo (And I think it hates me too)
I think it hates me toooooo
(Just for play play... got them baybays
Just for play play... got them baybays)

[Instruments until fade]

[Intro: Big Boi]
Put that bitch in smash mode!
Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan
(And one and two, now you know what to do)
Motherfucker let's go
Yeah-yeah, Let's go
Put your back into it like you Grandma do it, let's go
A-Town!
Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan

[Chorus: Big Boi]
I knew I was wrooong for thinking that she caaaared
I knew all alooong, that's whay I stay prepaaared
{And one and two, now you know what to do}
My nigga what was I to do, but find someone elseeeeeeeeee
(Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan)

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
This is how it starts
Momma fell heel over head and says you was the one
Big Boi, but she calls me Antwan
So just for fun, I went along with hon
I was young, full of cum, done for the skeet skeet, not dumb
We would meet undiscretely discrete
She in heat like beitch on a leash (BIIITCH!)
No disrespect, but metaphorically she's a beeeeast
No teasing, no whining
Just bumping and grinding til we got slimey
Yeah, from that sweet stick thang, can't complain
I was hooked on the box like the hot Krispy Cremes

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Well it didn't take long for me to game peeep
It was week after week, I was seeing the same freak
I be damned if we posing for pictures and throwing rice
Maybe throwing up in Vegas while Daddy's on the dice
I might (might) just put you on the chopping block tonight
Act right and you can get my second string spotlight
But if you freaking, I'm speaking clean as a whistle
This'll be the last offical offer before dismissal
No teasing, no whining
Just bumping and grinding til we got slimey
Yeah, got the latex for the fit
Because she trying to +trick Daddy+, Slip-N-Slide on this dick!

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Big Boi w/ back up singers]
You are not the one, you are not the one
You can be my two, you can be my two
And one and one, everybody have fun
And one and one, everybody have fun
(And one and two, now you know what to do)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Big Boi]
And one and one, everybody have fun
And one and one, everybody have fun
Now two, now two, I'mm give her back to you
I'm through, nigga
I don had enough of the nast stuff
One, two, yeah!

[No lyrics]

(feat. Gucci Mane, Bun B & Project Pat)

[Intro: Big Boi (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo
All the hoes say, (Hah, Hah, Hah)
Yeah! Here we go A-town! C-post!
Cutmaster Swiff, down your throat
Boy stop!

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Hot damn, ho (ho), here we go again (gain)
Raise up off of mines, put your elbow in
Slow your roll like your off-sets is off set
You out of line, cause you out off line, so you off net
Leather seats all wet, paint up on the Fleetwood
On this point, Jordans on my toes, did my feet good
Still got my Coogi, my shorty got a Gucci on
Flossing on the same track I hear Big and Gucci on
Now we remixed it like it's two different packs
Of Kool-Aid in the same jug, and I'm feeling same, thug
This is for the boys in blue, and the G's flamed up
I'm in the big body slab, raised up, game up!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty
Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?
Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up
I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty
Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute
I can't close my safe no more cause I got too much money in it

[over chorus: Project Pat]
It's your boy...
Project Pattah

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I still get if off with the soft and the hard
Now it's stacks that I stack for the sixteen bars
Used to dodge them laws in them stolen cars
Now I'm Escalade, sitting high with the stars
Took a shine like a star, now my head is in the clouds
And I'm papered, so I'm right back on the line
Project Pat, my dog, and I'm leading half a pound
Cousin house in the bay, on the North side of town
Man, the streets in me, so I can't say I don't miss em
Dipping through the hood plucking chicks, but I don't kiss em
She wishin that I would take her home; long stick her
Then I get her back, hit it from the back and I'm gone

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Big Boi]
Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe,
The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can get up and walk away, shawty
With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray
Like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump
Pistol whip in my lap at all times in the 'Llac
From Atlanta to Savannah, can a nigga stop that?
Not when God's got his hands on me only the strong survive
And the weak minded are falling by the wayside
They try But which I overcome and succeed, indeed
But with success comes a great responsibility
We chose to lead not follow, It's a hard pill to swallow
Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow

[Chorus]

[Outro: Big Boi (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
A-Town representer (Hold-hold-hold up)
East Point, College Park
Decatur, Yeah!
I got me armor on, sword and shield on deck