Outkast - Atliens Lyrics
Verse one: big boiWell its the m - I - crooked letter, aint no one betterAnd when Im on the microphone you best to wear your sweaterCause Im cooler than a polar bears toenailsOh hell, there he go again talkin that shitBend, corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerveAnd now you bout to see this southern playa serveI heard its not where youre from but where you pay rentThen I heard its not what you make but how much you spentYou got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut Im not worriedCause when we step up in the party, like Im out-you-scurrySo go get your *****in shine box, and your sack of nicklesIt tickles to see you try to be like mr. picklesDaddy fat sacks, b-i-g b-o-iIts that same mother*****a that took them knuckles to your eyeAnd I try, to warn you not to test but you dont listenGivin the shout out to my uncle donnel locked up in prisonChorus: andre (repeat 2x)Now throw your hands in the airAnd wave em like you just dont careAnd if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shitThen everybody say o-yea-yerVerse two: andreNow, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulationTo the female gender, aint nothin betterLet me know when its wet enough to enterIf not Ill wait, because the future of the world depends onTherefore, if not the child we raise gon have that nigga syndromeOr will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintoneI really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked onOr will it give a ***** about what others say and get goneThe alienators cause we different keep your hands to the skyLike sounds of blackness when I practice what a preach aint no lieIll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pieNow breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?Now everybody say...ChorusVerse three: big boi, andreEveryday I sit while my nigga be in schoolThinkin about the second album at the dungeon shootin poolLike e-s to the p-n, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)Honey Im home but Im not marriedCarried a lot of problems around being fustratedAnd now Im sittin at the end of the month I just made itLike you made the b teamAnd like the daddys wife you makin the coffeeYou heard the a-t-l-iensSo back the hell up off meSoftly as if I played piano in the darkFound a way to channel my anger not to embarkThe worlds a stage and everybodys got to play their partGod works in mysterious ways so when he startsThe job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this hereNo drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as dayPut my glock away I got a stronger weaponThat never runs out of ammunition so Im ready for war okayChorus
