[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]