Outkast - Bowtie Lyrics
[Hook:] Crocodile on my feetFox fur on my backBowtie 'round my neckThat's why they call me the gangsta mackIn the Cadillac!! Yeah!! [Repeat][Big Boi:] Nasty Noompsy KnightingaleFresh in that tuxedoCumberbun with no suspendersMy torpedo, you libidoNeed to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keysTo the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of thisSmack on smack on some of this dick tracyArrest her, book her, fingerprint your hookerYou took her to the club and now her body is full of liquorOff that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish CreamShe's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish thingsWhatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where i's...[Hook][Big Boi:] Oh, lord! How can it be so hard??To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotardBut I got to start by complimenting you on your physiqueYou unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speakSpoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like thatBut it takes years of perserverance and experience to get that cat!So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with some of thatOn your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack!As we strut skip the line through the glass window glanceWe look fine, right on timeAs we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've come to play[Sleepy:] Everybody's watching 'cause them furs just hit the doorWhile the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floorTo the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you needThrow your hands up if you feel me!! Throw your hands up if you feel me!!'Cause we well designed and fine as wineFeel good to be fly, so don't you ask me whyI got the ladies in line, because they can't denySo raise your hands to the sky 'cause we super fly[Hook]
