(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 **** 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 ****in 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 U | |
FO, 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*] |
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 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 in 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 10pound, 6ounce 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 808 | |
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 U | |
FO, 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 | |
LABAM | |
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 souffl, | |
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 |
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 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 in 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 10pound, 6ounce 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 808 | |
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 U | |
FO, 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 | |
LABAM | |
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 souffl, | |
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 |