Big Boi Filmography

• Mr Immortality: The Life and Times of Twista (2011)
• The Cookout 2 (2011)
• Rip the Runway '11 (2011)
• Glastonbury 2011 (2011)
• BET Awards 2010 (2010)
• Kings of the Underground: The Dramatic Journey of UGK (2010)
• 2010 BET Hip Hop Awards (2010)
• Freaknik: The Musical (2010)
• Kiss and Tail: The Hollywood Jumpoff (2009)
• Rest in Beats (2009)
• Uncle Rudy (2008)
• BET Awards 2008 (2008)
• How 2 Build a Rapper (2008)
• Who's Your Caddy? (2007)
• Idlewild (2006)
• 3rd Annual VH1 Hip-Hop Honors (2006)
• ATL (2006)
• BET Awards 2006 (2006)
• Diddy Makes an Album (2006)
• Idlewild (2006)
• OutKast Goes to Idlewild: The Rebirth of Cool (2006)
• Sleepy Brown: Makes a Video (2006)
• The 3rd Annual Vibe Awards (2005)
• And You Don't Stop: 30 Years of Hip-Hop (2004)
• The Industry (2004)
• The 46th Annual Grammy Awards (2004)
• Fashion Rocks (2004)
• Nickelodeon Kids' Choice Awards '04 (2004)
• 4th Annual BET Awards (2004)
• The 18th Annual Soul Train Music Awards (2004)
• ESPY Awards (2004)
• World Music Awards 2004 (2004)
• TV's Illest Minority Moments Presented by Ego Trip (2004)
• MTV Video Music Awards Opening Act (2003)
• OutKast: The Videos (2003)
• Hip Hop Babylon 2 (2003)
• Scarface: Origins of a Hip Hop Classic (2003)
• The 2003 Billboard Music Awards (2003)
• The 30th Annual American Music Awards (2003)
• The Osbourne Family Christmas Special (2003)
• Trick Daddy: Uncut (2003)
• VH1 Big in 03 (2003)
• MTV Video Music Awards 2003 (2003)
• The 44th Annual Grammy Awards (2002)
• MTV Mardi Gras 2002 (2002)
• WaSanGo (2001)
• 1st Annual BET Awards (2001)
• MTV Icon: Janet Jackson (2001)
• The 1999 Source Hip-Hop Music Awards (1999)
• The 1995 Source Hip-Hop Music Awards (1995)

• Outkast
• Outkast
• Outkast
• Outkast
• Outkast
• Outkast
• Outkast

(Big Boi)
Yeah
So fresh so clean
when I step in the booth they scream
like they all tend to cheer (?)
dungeon D-boy here
in effect mode like Who's to Love it? so slow motion
like 3 wheels and triple cheeseburgers ATL coastin (say no more!)
but the pimp is one of the coolest but I (pay no more)
been known to rock the big blocks and colorful gay toys
with the flip-flops, and the silk socks and a Kangol to the tip top
I flow hard you drip drop
cleaner than the urine of a two time felons piss test
I'm sitting in some Monte Carlo curse right in the headrest
(Bridge)
White Guts
White Wall tires
Floor plush
It's so fire!
Fire meaning breathing like a dragon and it's seeming that I'm
falling into a world of my own (2X)
(Bubba Sparxxx)
My own world too
white thangs can't complain
Bubba on them white guts
custom made ain't a stain
0-2 Z-7-1 on them Mickey T's
standing with ya man wanting me to sign your hickey please
I don't need no worries keep ya white guts
how I'm riding these days keep me with the right sluts
he's just Bubba happen to love the D.F.
you in the midst of history Betty take a deep breath
sitting on the tailgate polo to the boxers
Bubba is the truth you a homo if it shocks ya
reppin loud and proud with my buddies from Atlanta
you trying to live cleaner here's a study and example
Hook:(2X)
White guts
white wall tires
floor plush
it's so fire
brains blowed sittin on dubs
come through could never be loved
(Gipp)
Sitting on 400 wides that's what they love
Incense swingin from the mirror that's what they love
Six course licked with the glaze that's what they love
drive with the dealership tag that's what they love
hairbone strayed on my shoulder that's what they love
the smell of new leather in the cold that's what they love
strawhat V-neck t's that what they love
moonroof open blowing smoke that's what they love
Romeo cologne every week that's what they love
that's what they love
that's what they love
go from 12 to12 Monday to Sunday
take the first two days and sleep like mummies
and I'm out
(Khujo)
Who in the spot you move!
play games with us you lose!
mercy rules beat you make you say he mean as hell
but the cutest nigga out the group
gotcha head spinnin like tread on a spool
clean as a fool
with them gold shoes oooooh!
and I got that pool
make you wanna HOLLA!
Seen in my impala hear them flow-
masters duals amp tweeters and twos
stay alert on this dirt
don't be no fool
I take you to school
shoot you like pool
rep with his I don't do
expenses I dumped you! ????
Outkast, Goodie Mob Dungeon Family
I thought you knew
Hook
(Cee-Lo)
There's this one in my stable
Saville so motherfucking clean
It's got a soda shade around the mean green
these youngster have never seen
it has a signature wood grain steering wheel such as yours
but oh my God what are harder are the hard wood floors
it's not coincidental all the glass was kept clear
who's worried his or her first shit it's freezing it here
the only heat is my piece to make it even at least
I'll go to work without even catching a crack in my crease
I guess the dubs out there do what they 'posed to do
I'll ride 15mph to make a believers out of you
I got a lawsuit, pending charge for wreckless blade spinnin
I was riding through west end and killed two women UH-OH!
Hook
(Sleepy Brown)
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c you and me will grey so cleanly
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c blowing smoke so high and freely
C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c you and me uh

(Big Boi)
Well its the m i crooked letter coming around the south
Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old southern slouch
Please, ain't nothin but inscence in my atmosphere
I'm bendin corners in my lac boi, cause that's how we be rollin here
Deep, the slang is in effect because its Georgia
Kickin they khakis and ... packin yo pieces cause you sposed to cousin
Catfish and grits is how my flow flow
Rollin steady in that caddy but them 50 bottles got to go
See Juice and gin used to be my friend, from the begin
And now i'm just a player sippin sauce, every now and then
To catch a buzz like a bumble bee
Niggaz who tried to fuck with me
Get sprayed like raid cause it ain't nothin see
(Andre)
My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock
No my heart don't pump no koolaid
... and you'll get you spray
Hooray yo block the one and only Outkast
Many a nigga fallin fast and
How you think you last-in
Quickly, they ain't gone get me
Got somethin fo'em
The devil up in yo grill and you still don't even know'em
Show'em, who's the ok
Like collard greens and whole eggs
I got soul, thats somethin that you ain't got
That's why yo style is ro-ten,
Stop in the land of ATL
Where nothin but pimps, fully equiped
Quick to make a sale, swell
Rolling got my pocket fitness boomin light
Rocket smoke tried to stop me but they know that its that...
(Chorus)
Its that southerplayalisticcaddilac funky music
Now Players if you choose it
You better make sure you don't abuse it
We gonna get cha hiiiighh, hiiiighhh
(Andre)
Time to drop these bows, like dusty rhodes
Then I yell ho
We knockin em off they feet like a southern hustler supposed
To do , I's in the house, house like
A joint is lit fo my kin folks
And all the niggas that was down, since we been broke
Takin'em deeper than a submarine
So scream when you hear the team of two
My groove be thick as two fat hoes sittin off in a room
I'm packin my tag backwards if you want to be actin wrong
Word is bond like super glue
Its funky like poopa scoop
And every word I say you can true.
(Big Boi)
Well okey dokey kastout
I swear to God I got the highest boomin cadillac
The expialalistic coupe de ville
Can you handle that you rat
I take my time cruisin round the city malls
And under my seat for you suckers its your final curtain call
The one two to the guage p-u-m-p.
You want to do a jack I heat the barrel till this hippi get me
See i get friendly gettin in where i fit
Organized is on the track with the southernplayalistic shit
So copy my slang and bite my shit
But don't try heckelin me
Cause sleepin you'll get served with some southern hospitality
(Chorus)
(Big Boi)
Well southernplayalisticadillac music has been layed
I may wait for all the ... be rolling like that today hoes
So back up off get up on it if you want it cha'll
Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on player's ball yup
So now I step, rather walk with the pimp
Lit by, my niggaz are at east point
With that college park hemp smoke style
Is how I wanna end it on this track so I pass it to my partner
And step back up in my cadillac
(Andre)
Step into my shoes, you crews sittin on truths
And those for the hoes only when we rollin through
Atlanta skies be blue
The sun is beamin it seemin
That i glisten, rather gleaming
20/20 got me leaning to the side
Feel the pride, now ain't that somethin
I'm dippin into your hood
This ain't braile, but i'm bumpin
Thumpin out the roaches
Dungeon if ya'll missed it
Big Gimp, Goodie MOb, PA, Outkast
Southernplaylistic
(Chorus 3X)

Hootie hoo, follow the funk from the skunk
And the dank that is crunk in the Dungeon
It goes on and on and on, like that
Goin' out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'llac
Ah, suki, suki, all day and day, any day, every damn day
I be thinkin' about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper
Used to try to get a kiss but now it be them draws I'm after
I'm just a Southernplayalistic pimp
I used to slang a fat rock but now I'm servin' hemp
I never even smoked a gram of crack but yo I'm dope
Mo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky 'cause it's on
So each one, teach one, I be claimin' true
To East Pointe and College Park and the things I used to do
Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers
Club niggaz, Magic City and them Southern playas
I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya
So Hallelujah, Hallelujah
One for the playas at the crib, drinking drinks
And two is for the sound, Hootie hoo that I make
Tight like hallways, smoked out always
Big boy on my left, Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always
Now playin' these bitches is my favorite sport
But ain't no game when they be callin' your name in the court
Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright
Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight
That it's bustin' out the seems, yes sir, I'm set
Oh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jet
Hops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light
Communication device dun went off twice
Should I answer the call, yes, I'm mackin' 'em all
We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's Ball
Well, it's Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll call you
Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through
Now later on done got here
I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here?
Draws, fallin' down like niggaz in a drive-by
I got up in them hoes and I told 'em bye bye
About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
Talkin' 'bout her period late, guess what I did
Click, now, it couldn't be me, not me
Big boy on my left, Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always
Big boy on my left, Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always
Uh, well you know we gettin' blizzard
'Cuz we got that chicken gizzard
In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggaz can't cope with it
So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop
From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park
So got on Martino, it's Outkast for the 94 era
You heard the player's call, we takin' it to another level
So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martel
And you may go to hell
Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is
It's that Southern ses in your chest that is
One mo' gen for my friend who don't take
No bullshit from no bitch who is stank
I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will make you
Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you
Down like some bo-los, you can throw those
Head, till I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes
Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit
But if you fall in this category, then you see a bitch
Big boy on my left, Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always
Big boy on my left, Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always
Big boy on my left, Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always
Big boy on my left, Andre's on my right

Big Boi:
Peep what I say
Everyday--the sun sets just like clockwork
Put the glock to work
And puttin the body to standstlls
Man it kills me
Taking that life is like taking a shit
Hit or miss--niggas are playing God
Trying to rob and steal
That's why ya gotta guard ya grill
Like a barbecue--cause them harming you
Are just like honeybees swarming you
Vocally arming you was my responsibility
It's killing me--thinking that all these niggas
See they fly shit--thinking they steven segall an
Balling--falling to the wayside when ya try to call
I've fallen--when we was little nappy headed niggas in the projects
But now they carjacks, wait on income tax and unsafe sex
They get the tecs to flex--like solo for tha lo-lo
Smoke same thing no-no--not this time
Niggas around my way can rhyme
So fuck that country shit--we done a bunch of shit
And yes ya heard of this--out of this world like E.T.
Coming across ya T.V.
Extraterrestrial--straight from ATL.
(Know what I'm saying--Like that--Yeah)
Chorus:
Out of this world
Are you alien
(repeat 3x)
Out of this world.......
Andre:
Right now I'm smiling
Taking advantage of this moment
Cause there might not be another soon
Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars
tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker--But to you
I may appear to be your average joe
But little do you know
that even joe got problems that he gots to joust with
Floating in this game of life
Despite how out of place you may feel
In this race oh you just can't quit
Ain't that a bitch--that being heat
I'm on the beat like cops
Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops
No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box
Why--Cause in a sense
See we all be kind of fly
Just can't be scared to spread your wings
Head to better things
Maybe the mockingbird and nightengale
they want to sing--keeping this thing alive
To the table's what we bring
We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring
Extraterrestrial
(Out of this world--Things like that--Yo)
Chorus

(Big Boi)
Time and time again see I be thinking about that future
Back in the days when we was slaves I bet we was some cool ass niggaz
But now we vultures, slam my nigga back out
To make his ass black out, or even pull your fuking head
To make his whole crew believers, you're harder than a bitch full of dicks
But that don't be sounding like King shit to me
See now in the ghetto or should I say Lakewood
You better be strapped cuz them niggaz over there just ain't good
Just being a hustler, servin the loyal customers
Rent was due on the 1st of the month so I'm hustling
I buy you 50 box of Phillies at the Citgo
And niggaz be wanting drinks and shit from the fuking sto', yo
But that's aight, tho', cuz I be getting paid
And every trip I take, there's a dollar to be made
I'm digging through my pockets for my earnings got you five
Deep, there it is, now it's time to smoke that jive
(Chorus)
If you smoke a dime, then I'll smoke a dime (2x)
Hey 'Dre, Let 'em know what's up
(Andre)
Time is slippin, slowly but surely
Niggaz I used to hang wit wants to act like they don't know me
Come and listen to my story, I gots alot of shit up on my mind
I wipe the boo-boo from my brain then I finish up my rhyme
Take a number, I caught you in a slumber
I hit you for a lick, I'm in the slammer for the summer
But now it is the fall, I'm havin a ball, makin my nickel sacks crawl
To my niggaz got to servin when they beep and when they call
I got the Peter, Paul and plus that Mary Jane
I'm rolling reefer out of a Regal, how could I refrain
from being rough, from being tough, from being dangerous
I'm hanging with the P.A., nigga, ain't no changin us
See you can try, if you try, if you don't, you don't
If you wanna battle, it's either that you will or you won't
See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke
If you got some fly shit, yo niggaz gonna always toke
Dope, is not what I be slanging on this track
Niggaz don't comprehend that it be deeper than Cadillacs
You know that, right, you bite, you fuked up
You won't be getting away this time, I'm real as hell, so what's up
I rip shit wit pimp shit, I'm slangin it from the South
Talk bad about the A-town, I'll bust you in your fuckin mouth
Chorus

Peep what I say
Everyday--the sun sets just like clockwork
Put the glock to work
And puttin the body to standstlls
Man it kills me
Taking that life is like taking a shit
Hit or miss--niggas are playing God
Trying to rob and steal
That's why ya gotta guard ya grill
Like a barbecue--cause them harming you
Are just like honeybees swarming you
Vocally arming you was my responsibility
It's killing me--thinking that all these niggas
See they fly shit--thinking they steven segall an
Balling--falling to the wayside when ya try to call
I've fallen--when we was little nappy headed niggas in the projects
But now they carjacks, wait on income tax and unsafe sex
They get the tecs to flex--like solo for tha lo-lo
Smoke same thing no-no--not this time
Niggas around my way can rhyme
So fuck that country shit--we done a bunch of shit
And yes ya heard of this--out of this world like E.T.
Coming across ya T.V.
Extraterrestrial--straight from ATL.
(Know what I'm saying--Like that--Yeah)
Out of this world
Are you alien?
Out of this world.......
Right now I'm smiling
Taking advantage of this moment
Cause there might not be another soon
Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars
tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker--But to you
I may appear to be your average joe
But little do you know
that even joe got problems that he gots to joust with
Floating in this game of life
Despite how out of place you may feel
In this race oh you just can't quit
Ain't that a bitch--that being heat
I'm on the beat like cops
Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops
No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box
Why?--Cause in a sense
See we all be kind of fly
Just can't be scared to spread your wings
Head to better things
Maybe the mockingbird and nightengale
they want to sing--keeping this thing alive
To the table's what we bring
We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring
Extraterrestrial

Time and time again see I be thinking about that future
Back in the day when we slaves up everyone's a cool ass nigga
But now we vultures, slam my nigga back out
To make his ass black out, or even pull your fuking head
To make his whole crew believers, you're harder than a bitch full of dicks
But that don't be sounding like he's shit to me
See now in the ghetto or should I say Lakewood
You better be strapped cuz them niggaz over there just ain't good
Just being a hustla, serving on all your customers
Rent was due on the 1st of the month so I'm hustling
I buy you 50 box of Phillies at the Citgo
And niggaz be wanting drinks and shit from the fuking sto', yo
But that's aight, tho', cuz I be getting paid
And every trip I take, there's a dollar to be made
I'm digging through my pockets for my earnings got you five
Deep, there it is, now it's time to smoke that jive
If you smoke a dime, then I'll smoke a dime
Hey 'Dre, Let 'em know what's up
I've been slipping, slowly but surely
Niggaz I used to hang wit wants to act like they don't know me
Come and listen to my story, I gots alot of shit up on my mind
I wipe the boo-boo from my brain then I finish your behind
Take a number, I caught you in a slumber
I hit you for a lick, I'm in the slammer for the summer
But now it's the fall, I'm having a ball, making my nickels act strong
To my niggaz got to servin when they beep and when they call
I got the Peter Bong and plus that Mary Jane
I'm rolling reefer out of a Regal, how could I refrain
From being rough, from being tough, from being dangerous
I'm hangin wit the P.A. Niggaz, ain't no gankin us
See you can try, if you try, if you don't, you don't
If you wanna battle, it's either that you will or you won't
See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke
If you got some fly shit, yo, niggaz gonna how we tote
Dope, is not what I be slanging on this track
Niggaz don't comprehend that it be deeper that Cadillacs
You know that, right, you bite, you fuked up
You won't be getting away this time, I'm real as hell, so what's up
I rip shit wit pimp shit, I'm flinging it from the south