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)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Hustle Blood - Big Boi
• Gossip - Big Boi
• General Patton - Big Boi
• Follow Us - Big Boi
• Fo Yo Sorrows - Big Boi
• Feel Me (intro) - Big Boi
• Daddy Fat Sax - Big Boi
• Be Still - Big Boi
• Back Up Plan - Big Boi
• A.D.I.D.A.S - Big Boi
• The Train Pt. 2 (sir Lucious Left Foot Saves The Day) - Big Boi
• Tangerine - Big Boi
• Ta Ta Ta - Big Boi
• Sumthin's Gotta Give - Big Boi
• Shutterbug - Big Boi
• Shine Blockas - Big Boi
• Royal Flush - Big Boi
• Oh No - Big Boi
• Night Night - Big Boi
• Nfl Audible: Packers Vs. Eagles - Big Boi
• My Man - Big Boi
• Lookin' For Ya - Big Boi
• Mis ojos lloran por ti - Big Boi
• Una mujer como tu (remix) - Big Boi
• Donde está el amor - feat - Angel - Big Boi
• You Ain't No Dj - Big Boi
• Turns Me On - Big Boi
• THEME SONG - Big Boi

[Jamie Foxx:]
Ayy (ayy)
Ayy (ayy)
Been patient, we both played our part in heart-breakin
Most time you hurt, more than I, face it
Took blows to the heart, that's family
My mother, been 20 years with a hustler
He always taught, never talk slick
A woman's place submit to a boss, couldn't take it
So many nights seein momma on the couch stressin
She lookin at the clock, it's quarter past 2
Next day, and still no sign of daddy
A hustler, always loyal to the customer
In love with the only example of family
I wanna say
[Chorus x2: Jamie Foxx & Debra Killings]
Daddy said, when you hit 18
That you will never marry one like me
But didn't know you fell for a hustler
Hustle blood all in me, all in me
But I've been waitin for this day to come
[Big Boi:]
Waitin for the day to come
Like waitin on the mailman first of the month
I'm a, straight go-getter, trend setter
Make her more wetter when a nigga bust
Dude I keep her soakin wet to the touch (I do)
No joke, can't stop 'til she get enough
Like a paper towel, quick to pick her up
Blow smoke, chop chop, let her hit the blunt nigga what
Up, up, up and away (and away)
I ain't fin' to front
From the jump or the giddy up bruh
It's plenty pretty bitties in the city I'm from
And I'm gon' get me just one
To ride shotgun, do you hear me? Just one, one
[Debra Killings:]
Bum bum diddy bum bum, bum bum bum diddy bum bummmm
[Chorus]
[Interlude:]
Waiting for this day to come, lady come and give me some
You know you're my only one, just lay back girl have some fun
Now come over let me squeeze, you so tightly let me see
Just what you can do for me, drop down low and shake it please
[Big Boi:]
Nothing in the world can keep us apart
Like Nettie and Seely from the start
My blood pumps red, but give me a purple heart
Instead cause a nigga goes hard
Kinda like a egg, boilin in a pot of hot water (hot water)
Or like a Fed with a no-knock warrant
I want her, so I'm a go and get her, ya hear me?
We got her surrounded, she gonna give it to me
Give it up, gift wrap, hands up
Handcuff with the wrists back, back up (back up)
The type of chick'll make a nigga act up
Mask up, get the Cadillac and mash up
Any, and every
Thing on site like a drop box Chevy
[Debra Killings:]
Bum bum diddy bum bum, bum bum bum diddy bum bummmm
[Chorus]
[Jamie Foxx:]
Ayy (ayy)
Ayy (ayy)

[Hook: Big Krit x2]
Niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip
Niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip
Niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip
[Verse 1: Big Boi]
No introductions needed boy just call me the undefeated (Big)
And underneath this [Georgia dry?] I know I can't be seen with (Bigger)
Bifocals because my vocals are classic
Like Coca Cola when they had cocaine in the package
I meant to say blow in the ingredients
I went to the mall today and all the niggas had on smediums
Little bitty ass clothes
Like Dancing with the Stars without the judges or the dance flo'
(Oh) And niggas don't dance no more, all they do is this
Beef it up, call me venus fly trap, waiting on fly emcees to eat 'em up
I'm fly as I can be, them weak as fuck
And ain't no keeping up, I'm balls deep and them ain't deep enough
Fat stacks, Cadillac killer, cataract prescription filler
I got my medicinal card from Los Angeles, the city of lost angels
A connoisseur of cannabis and from Atlanta bitch
We never shop with strangers, no matter what strain they slanging
Some of the game rules done changed
Niggas is out here talking like a cockatoo to a cop or two
Now they watching you and yo mama too, bird's eye view, view
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Uh, I'm getting blowed on the regular
Riding and talking dirty on my cellular
Playa I got some young girls that'll sell you some
And if you my homeboy, she gon' give you some
And it's all for the paper but she still gon' cum
You dipping in the cookie jar and now you're sprung
I'll have you tripping like you smoking furl
Playa my hoes don't talk, anybody gon' tell yo girl
[Verse 3: Big Krit]
Okay, now niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip
Cause they pussy wasn't hitting and they lip was super sloppy
Suck a, duck a mothafucka, rims chop?
Want my money corner pocket, plenty game ho
Sop it like a biscuit, King of Diamonds, king of tricking, what's the difference
Got it popping like a skillet with some chicken grease in it
Country boy, I'm country raised, from the belly to the grave
? nobody tripping cause the money already made, Krizzle
[Hook x2]
[Verse 4: Bun B]
? hater all the time, I got haters in my biz
Talking 'bout the trill but don't know what the fuck it is
Mothafuckas nowadays are seriously sorry
Thinking that the key to life is putting your business on Maury
You say you rocking [Maury?] but that motherfucker Rockport
Always talking 'bout you bust it (bust it), but your Glock short
I know the truth so ain't no need in your lying
Bullshit ain't working, ain't no need in your trying
Dying to be the nigga that's spied in the telescopee
Crime with trilla niggas, put iron to ya belly folks
Telling them tall tales, fibs, and humdangers
Save it for Jerry?, Steve, or Jerry Spranger
Buzzing like a bee, tryna stick me with your stanger
You can get the middle (What middle?) the fanger
Stick it in your ass and let it langer

[Big Boi:]
Get the south dick up out your mouth
What you talkin' 'bout
See we know everything you're about
So try another route
Paperboy, you can't destroy what we done built
Pick on somebody your own size and fuck around; get kilt
But not like the kilt above the knees
BB will plant you niggas like seeds
Or fertilizer for the trees
Emergency vehicle last seen speeding from the scene
Nigga take one for the team; now he's bleeding from the spleen
Stay so fresh and oh so motherfucking clean
No blood splatter or evidence, long distance with a beam
We come in peace, while some of ya'll niggas come in greed gluttons
Fucking up the game like ice, heroin, or speed
Slow down nigga
"Speed it up" like ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast
Not a hobby, this my life
You disrespect it, that's your ass
As one half of the outkast return like ghost of Christmas past
It's the son of Chico Dusty
Must be West Savannah bad
Had to go to church on Sundays with Great Grandma and Granddad
Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn't have a path
If I ever fell astray, then God will get me back on track
Didn't say that Rico, Ray, and Pat was gettin' with me and 3Stax
Then we spittin' cause killing everything that we attack
Special forces of the rap game so you best take heed of that
All the shit you rappers lack: we got plenty; here's a snack
Don't ruin their appetite because your shit is really whack
Whack ass nigga
This shit's like breathing to me
Born and bred for it
[Big Rube:]
Another battle won
Another story to tell
Listen to the angelic plucking of the puppet strings
As Sir Lucious puts his left foot forward
And rides of into the horizon of infinite regression... victorious
Undefeated on the battle field against the means of ignorance, greed, and hatred
All contenders to the throne are left naked
Because the truth is the only thing you could never be stripped from
And if you commit to that truth, then you could end the vicious cycle
That's affecting our youth today...
If we just stop lying...
If we just stop lying...
Stop lying...

With one stroke of the pen
I tune in to your satell ite radio or fm stat ion
I’ve been pat iently wa iting to weigh in
Been under construction for two years
But now it’s about that time I double dutch my way in
Leftfoot, rightfoot steppin over biters
It’s like the game is haunted cause there’s so many ghost writers
Me see i’m a lifer with supply that may seem endless
Straight rider like a biker on a chopper with a hitlist
Witness the ni**a that spit that vicious
Pitbull atta ck sh*t when it comes to this rap sh*t
Daddy fat sax b**ch
Follow us hook:
Follow us now
Try to all the way now
/ it’s not another let down
Got something to say right now...
Repeat hook
I know some of ya ’ll done wrote a ni**a off
Like the leases on these cars
And these homes you ni**as thought you staye d in
With so many bosses why are they still
Lay ing ni**as off they job, ni**a for real
Gone give a ni**a a gig then
Help a brother get up out this pig pen
But nobody want s to keep it pimpin
Or 110 / so with this pen
I begin to illustrate from within, boy
Pa int a pretty picture like i’m chilling with my friends
Every body’s got a pocket full of ends to spend
See picasso couldn’t blend
Put it all together or fit in
I’m like a crocodile wal kin’ ‘round with alligator skin
Yes i’m is the product of the ghetto where i’ve lived
Call me sponge bob, boy
Soaked up game as a little bitty kid
And never been a lame before the fame I wa s the sh*t
And now i’m just big ya dig.
Follow us hook:
Follow us now
Try to all the way now
/ it’s not another let down
Got something to say right now...
Repeat hook
Neil garrard bridge :
Why don’t you come and find out what this is all about
I will only say this once so come and follow us.
See we not even gonna play with them either
We gone la-la lay it down every f**king time we see ‘em
Make the club get crunk. yup
We the type of people
But wa it, it’s not a sequel
No wa it, it’s bb’s prequel
The beginning before the beginning
Spend it how you spend it
Then if you sell dope ni**a sta ck it when you get it
You can’t trick it
Or spend it until it’s gone
That ’s slippery business homes
Go get you a business loans
Come on
Follow us hook:
Follow us now
Try to all the way now
/ it’s not another let down
Got something to say right now...

F/ George Clinton, Too $hort
[George Clinton - Intro]
This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak
Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOOOOMB!
[Chorus]
For those who think life is unfair
'cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin there
Then I'll roll one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows
In my chair, as I sit back smiling from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll blow one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows
[Big Boi] (Too $hort)
Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene
Money shot to a Three movies
But everything's straight like 9:15
It's back to the time machine, I believe
Back to the rhymin, back to the stick
Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick
Slap, y'all nigga better think that was it
We everywhere (BEEEITCH~!)
..Like the air you breathe
Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave
Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead
Best believe I'll change the steeds
Take the lead, change the speed
Slow it down just for the sport
Nigga, ONE of my favorite rappers happens to be Too $hort
[Too $hort]
Now everybody wanna sell dope (SELL DOPE)
Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes (..NOPE!)
Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks
On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo' (EIGHTY FO'?)
BEEEITCH~!
[Chorus 1/2]
[Big Boi]
Just to let you know that everything is straight
I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate
Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin wit a great
Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste {*gunshot*}
Kill yo'self like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title
My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival
Like the Bible or any other good book that you read
Why are 75% of our youth readin magazines?
'Cause they used to fantasy, and that's what they do to dream
Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing!
'member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, I'm still speakin about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean
When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean
I mean, it mean the roguh, the tough, the DANGEROUS, we reign SUPREME
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds
B-I-G, B-O-I - nigga, please!
[Chours]
[George Clinton - Bridge, then Outro]
Don't want no girlfriends
Just need my dope (I just need my dope)
One foot on the world when, I'm behind in my smoke
(I'm behind in my smoke)
On the back burner, you can just simmer around
But on the front burner, you betta burn, a fat one
(Roll it up...fire that shit up)
A fat one - fire it up!
A fat, fat, fat one..
This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, c-c-clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak
Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOMB!
Bombardin the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come
Came and went, hindbells spent, b-b-b-b-bent
Take another huff and puff and choke and toke
Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and
pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a JOINT~!
'Cause this is the dope-on-dope...some GOOD shit...

[Sleepy Brown (Bosko):]
When the lush hangs off the chron'
I know that you're gone - ya feel me (feel me)
Fifteen years off in this game
Still nuttin changed - feel me (feel me)
Ridin swiftly through the night (through the night)
And livin this life - feel me (feel me)
Whether, I'm right or wrong (I'm right or wrong, I know I know I know I know)
I know that you're gone - feel me (I know ya feel me)
Do-do-do dooooo, do-do-do dooooo, ohh (whoa whoa whoa)
(Do-do-do dooooo, do-do-do dooooo, wow)
Do-do-do dooooo, do-do-do dooooo, ohh (whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Do-do-do dooooo, do-do-do dooooo, wow)
[Big Boi:]
Damn, and that wasn't nothin but the intro

[Big Boi]
It is I, the B-I-G, the B-O-I
Me oh my, ears to the street and eyes to the sky
Kept my sights on the prize, wide open, door wide
like the thighs of a hooker spread, told the girl bye
I got bigger fish to fry, niggaz wish I would retire
Cause of the pressure I apply every time I bust a rhyme
None of the rest of ya are tryin, watch me stimulate the minds of the masses
while you niggaz kickin it like jackasses
And who you votin for, Republican or Democratic?
Don\'t say it doesn\'t matter cause that\'s how they stole the last one
Assassin\'s bullet might be waitin for Obama
Do you think they\'ll have a brother before Billy\'s baby mama?
C\'mon!
[Chorus: scratches by DJ Cutmaster Swiff]
\"Look at the way you look at me\" - \"Da-Daddy Fat Sax\"
\"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo\' amps\"
\"Look at the way you look at me\" - \"Da-Daddy Fat Sax\"
\"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo\' amps\"
\"Look at the way you look at me\" - \"Daddy Fat-Fat Sax\"
\"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo\' amps\"
\"Look at the way you look at me\" - \"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax\"
\"In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo\' amps\"
[Big Boi]
My daddy told me it was mine for the takin
A true gift from God, the stars aligned when they made me
Him and Rena\'s baby, their first born son
I\'m Antwan Andr Patton, the only one
Bloodline of a champion with heart of the lion
I\'m defyin all the laws like a caterpillar flyin
Way before my time and reside in the Dirty Dirty
where they still hangin nooses like we in the early \'30s
Goddamn, you know who I am? {\"Da-Daddy Fat Sax\"}
Royal fam of Atlanta, Dungeon bitch you understand? (boy!)
This ain\'t what you want, let\'s be clear from the bungie
I write knockout songs, you spit punchlines for money
[Chorus]
[Big Boi]
With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky
I\'m on another planet my nigga and you just fly
(Why?) Cause I\'m {\"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax\"}
Take that motherfucker, take that!
With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky
I\'m on another planet my nigga and you just fly
(Why? Cause he\'s Daddy Fat Sax)
Ridin off in the Cadillac like that nigga
[Chorus]
[Big Boi]
Yea {\"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax\"}
What his name is? {\"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax\"}
What ya talkin \'bout? {\"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax\"}

[Chorus: Janelle Monáe]
Be still young heart
Never will you fall apart
Be still young heart
Never will you fall apart
Be wise my dear you must, learn to just be still
Until you really really know
Show me you\'re right, shine your light
I wonder when will I know
[Big Boi]
To hell if I don\'t pray
Like a mannequin in the window I don\'t say
a, word - I like to sit back, observe
My heart says do not disturb, and yours
is like a doorknob, everybody get a turn (yeah)
Now that\'s a turnoff, girl, I\'m not concerned
More like the early bird tryin to get the worm worm
But not on those terms, you got on my nerves
Say I don\'t deserve you, you\'re gonna learn
Treat it like a perm, leave it be or let it burn (burn)
Eat \'em like an urr-ange, orange
So when they on the verge of leavin it don\'t get borin
Foreign trips are taken
just to see your smiley faces, time\'s a-wastin
And I don\'t like to waste no time
You can be down or.. yeah
[Chorus]
[Janelle Monáe]
I love bein in love (bein in love)
Then you let me down, turned my heart around
Givin up on love, makes my ocean drown
You lived in my heart
Secret melodies haunt me at night
Maybe lies and lullabies
This is my last farewell
You let me down
[Chorus]
[Big Boi]
Yeah... [*Janelle harmonizing in background*]
From behind the Cadillac do\'...
Grip this wood, slide around real slow...
Just thinkin, mind blown
As I glare through the smoke tinted windows...
And be still

[Intro: Big Boi]
Put that bitch in smash mode!
Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan
(And one and two, now you know what to do)
Motherfucker let\'s go
Yeah-yeah, Let\'s go
Put your back into it like you Grandma do it, let\'s go
A-Town!
Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan
[Chorus + (Big Boi)]
I knew I was wrooong for thinking that she caaaared
I knew all alooong, that\'s whay I stay prepaaared
{And one and two, now you know what to do}
My nigga what was I to do, but find someone elseeeeeeeeee
(Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan
To back up my back up plan)
[Verse One: Big Boi]
This is how it starts
Momma fell heel over head and says you was the one
Big Boi, but she calls me Antwan
So just for fun, I went along with hon
I was young, full of cum, done for the skeet skeet, not dumb
We would meet undiscretely discrete
She in heat like beitch on a leash (BIIITCH!)
No disrespect, but metaphorically she\'s a beeeeast
No teasing, no whining
Just bumping and grinding til we got slimey
Yeah, from that sweet stick thang, can\'t complain
I was hooked on the box like the hot Krispy Cremes
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Well it didn\'t take long for me to game peeep
It was week after week, I was seeing the same freak
I be damned if we posing for pictures and throwing rice
Maybe throwing up in Vegas while Daddy\'s on the dice
I might (might) just put you on the chopping block tonight
Act right and you can get my second string spotlight
But if you freaking, I\'m speaking clean as a whistle
This\'ll be the last offical offer before dismissal
No teasing, no whining
Just bumping and grinding til we got slimey
Yeah, got the latex for the fit
Because she trying to +trick Daddy+, Slip-N-Slide on this dick!
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Big Boi w/ back up singers]
You are not the one, you are not the one
You can be my two, you can be my two
And one and one, everybody have fun
And one and one, everybody have fun
(And one and two, now you know what to do)
[Chorus]
[Outro: Big Boi]
And one and one, everybody have fun
And one and one, everybody have fun
Now two, now two, I\'mm give her back to you
I\'m through, nigga
I don had enough of the nast stuff

Pussy nigga what you doin'
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there
65 Chevrolet Ipmala peachy cream
Cruisin' down the street like two fingers
'Cause the ivory is clean
Talkin' 'bout meetin' at the MC room
On the inside of the ship
Not a honey dip to hunt on
'Cause she mobile than a grip
Or the blue man group
Caught out on the Vegas strip
Tell em' a good game, Juju pimpin'
Give em' to my nigga dime legit
Boss lips, legs, arms, necks
Hip dips, hair net, mo' stretch
It's a camel toe and that's fo' sho
My brain is on one track
Like Mary, Mary toss for crackle like a rock star does for smack
None of that but the female genatalia's where it's at
I'm a man and I demand a wo-man for that act
Personal preference 'cause I use the law of nature as a reference
No I don't ever recall seein' a man turn up pregnant
But that's just me from them female fantasies frolic freely
In my cock pit, every 30 some seconds I can't stop it
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there
Killer kill from Adamsville and in a Bonneville I chill
Heffers call me Black-n-Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill
I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal
Catch me daydreamin' 'bout them, thick, medium, or slim
Doctors call the thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim
White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha
Nathaniel likes his white, I like mine dark as cola
It's the first thing on my mind in the morn' when I roll over
All men young or old in the end it's what we after
Even my grandpappy's happy, he got prescribed viagra
{Grandaddy, grandaddy What's up? What's up? It's me Hey let me get about
Three of them blue diamonds I promise I got you some tomorrow}
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there
When I drill, I don't spill, even if she's on the pill
Keep my weapon covered, concealed, and in a shield
'Cause I don't need that AIDS
A D and an a missin' out my Adidas
Plus, we don't need no DNA mixin' between us
We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush hush
On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters
But over eighteen only 'cause baby I'm no perv
From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room
We can jump each others bones but there's no jumpin' brooms
{Buffoon you are too consumed in the womb It is too early for you to jump
The broom, boom}
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it

[Chorus: Sam Chris]
We go through this everydayyyyy
Adding more to the story trying to make it interesting
Lying to yourself like it really happened
It's like we're riding on a never ending traaiiin
Pick a stop (pick a stop), pick a lie (pick a lie)
Pick a reason to convince em that it never happened
I think we'll have to save the day
[Verse 1: Big Boi]
But not like Captain Save
More like black Captain Kirk, because Big Boi's from some other place
Oh way deep in outer space where the freaks are not afraid
To crank that bitch in the moonlight while nobody's getting paid
Galaxies of slaves, enter Dungeon Family
With Outkast, Goodie Mob, & P.A. now were +Gnarly+ like +Barkley+
Without Harley Davidson, maybe someday you will see
Boy, we been done gave you some, the pipe has already been laid,
Foundation sturdy as ankle weights or shoe of cement
Be ready to soprout them wings or choose to cruise like a fish
We wish, but we need to pray, we don't stray away from this
Kids, common sense ain't common when your minds trapped in a fence
But mines is intense, hence the way that I spit my shit
Cause I'm fire breathing (fire breathing) dragon in this biiitch
Which is a girl dog, yet a pitfall
For me and ya'll, songs found no bombs, but the ones rock
It's all wrong
[Chorus: w/ ad-libs from Big Boi]
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Look up, up and I pray
Channeling that heavenly energy, There's plenty we can say
But the enemy is winning because your punk ass be afraid
But I spray what's on my mind to educate and entertain
KRS, he said it best I learned from listening to these tapes
Before I-iTunes came out and made CDs obsolete
For Reality TV would seem to be that big mistake
And now Big Brother's got these cameras deep in each and every state
While each rapper claims to be the heavyweight
Cause he mentions cocainia in bout everything he makke
And thet why them people try to pin him with that case
Cause his blow his dixie crystal pistol play was just for play, fake
Just for play play... but got them baybays
Beliving that bullshit
Just for play play... but got them baybays
FUCKED UP!
[Chorus: w/ ad-libs from Big Boi]
[Bridge: Sam Chris (Big Boi)]
Plus I think I, I think I {He said, he said, he said}
Sometimes I think I love it (Sometimes I think I love it)
And I think it loves me toooooo
Plus I think I, I think I {He said, he said, he said}
Sometimes Ithink I hate it (Sometimes I think I hate)
And I think it hates me toooooo (And I think it hates me too)
I think it hates me toooooo
(Just for play play... got them baybays
Just for play play... got them baybays)

Yeah, yeah
[Chorus 1: Khujo Goodie, Big Boi]
[Khujo Goodie:] She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream
She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine?
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine
[Big Boi:] She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things
I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
[Big Boi:]
Now, let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cuff or cake
I, put her on a plate until she's no longer awake
They just lay, fast asleep, when I hit 'em with the snake
Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes
On display, she's a model but she only model shoes
Not fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute
How she choose? She just whispers in my ear ("I'm with you")
I'm the type of dude that sends your baby mama out for food
And I also like her throat action, with a passion
Love in her mou-outh, for dental satisfaction
That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashin
Ughhh, bust one back of the 'llac, stabbin (hootie hoo!)
She know what's happenin, there's no reason to doubt it
If you ask her how I got it she say ("How he had went about it was")
And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare
Settle down cause she right there
[Chorus 1]
[T.I.:]
Okay, midnight, fit like, four or five chicks
In the drop '66 bumpin "Southernplayalistic"
As we ridin through the city lights, Monday Magic City night
Pass these around, momentarily they feelin like
Gettin right, good girls, got 'em gettin busy like
Big dykes, eatin so much pussy they forget pipe
All got boyfriends, tell me they don't hit it right
They come see me so they can come be freaks
In the back seat, everything's fast like a track meet
All I can see is titties, pussy lips and ass cheeks
Actually, no exaggeration, no imaginin
Real talk, my reality is yo' fantasy
Keisha, Kim, Tamika, Shay, Alicia and Gloria
Chasin this broad tryin to find euphoria
Name notorious, dick game glorious
Find me shawty when ya boyfriend borin ya
[Chorus 2: Big Boi, Khujo Goodie]
[Big Boi:] Shake it like some Texas Pete droppin on your collard greens
Make it hotter when she want a dollar, do you follow me?
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
[Khujo Goodie:] Smellin like some tangerines, rollin like she on some beans
Garter belt full of greens, booty bustin out the seams
Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine - watch her shake it like a tambourine
[Big Boi:]
Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine
As everything outdo's, the kind of girl I describe her like-like-like
Michael Jordan when he's froze in a pose of a Jumpman
Top flight security on these hoes man
She drop it low only for me to pick her up
When she's liquored up I'm leavin my fingerprints on her butt
A ten-hut, at attention as we stand for this woman
General Patton, boy stop, we think she cummin
Lovin the way that I'm dickin her down, Boi you bluffin
Nothin but a nigga like me be straight up royal flushin
But this ain't 'bout playin no cards dummy
Her give me open mouth sugar and she go hard for me
Even take a charge for me, if the coppers caught us ridin
To get a tray of fruit, and a pack of 1-point-5's and
I'm all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team
We burn it down like California trees in the breeze
Fire!
[Chorus 1]
[Outro:]
Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it
Shake shake it, shake shake that ass
Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it
Shake shake it, shake shake that, shake that
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (and all my ladies go to)

Ta, ta, ta
A los boconesque se callen ya,
Ta, ta, ta
Hagan silencio and check the new style.
Ahora canto y me expreso.
Descargo el odioy rompo huesos
Estremezco y te parto como Smith & Wesson
Llamaron a mi celular piediendo refuerzos.
Habia escasez de lirica y necesitaban versos
If you want a fight. si y cuando llegue
El fin te diran Big Boy wins
Te dejare friza'o como sub-zero y no habra giro.
Solo me rio a carcajadas de tu cara.
Angustiada porque no esperabas.
Un ataque tan fuerte como el de este demente
Que penetra con su letra.
Como todo un poeta callejero.
Con raices fundamentales del Ghetto.
Al suelo falsantes.
Para esto no hay cura.
Ahora aguanta mi tortura
Ta, ta, ta
A los boconesque se callen ya,
Ta, ta, ta
Hagan silencio and check the new style
Aquel que tenga perse.
Tiene que exponerse o.
A esconderse de lo que puede
Convertirse en tragedia lirical.
Ponte a masticar con lo que produce este
Criminal pequeno. Gigante
Picando al frente y sacudiendo a los falsantes.
Que quizas en el tiempo de antes.
Ni se les ocurria ser cantantes.
Pero ya por fin hay algo.
Diferente en el mercado.
Algo para limpiar los oidos saturados.
Todo aquel que me difama.
Me lo... con fresa.
Sigo pa'lante y los demas
No me interesan.
Coro
Y aqui vine a demostran lo que se.
A meterle como un hombre
No a llorar como un bebe
Tu, y tu no copies, tu, y tu get out
Of here please, no me hagas ensuciar
Mi record que esta clean.
No lucho por lo que se,
Le puedes llamar la competencia.
Mejor me encargo de sostener
Mi permanencia.
Cargo, disparo, asusto
Como David Vaner
No osy yo cuando me disgusto.
Mucho quisieran verm aml.
Pero... that, sigo en pie y
No me han podido tumbar.
Tengo alta preciosion e impresiono.
No hablo. y actuo me...
Coro
Lero, lero. bandoleroen accion.
Hiteando en el encenario.
Atravez de tu stereo.
Hablo en serio.
No necesito que me esten vaqueando
Soy yo solo batallando como Rambo.
Son seis millones de formas
Para sacarte por el techo.
Escoge una antes que el corazon
Se te salga por el pecho.
Y ya esta hecho mi trabajo.
Que hablen lo que quieran.

[Verse 1:]
You can try to run the planet
Or watch it on the news
Somebody's getting shot
The weathermans looking confused
He's reporting to a nation full of zombies
Strung out on Starbucks and bitching Abercrombie
Don't get it mized up, me too I have insomni-a, at times but don't be walking around here blind, feeling all around trying to find a righteous path.
It's a peelin when I rhyme so everytime I Hit the Bassist.
You Know the commonfolk, blue collar, day to day workers that squeeze a dollar, so maybe they can swallow, a little, not a lot, just enough to fill that bottle
But it's a million dollars a gallon for gas to get to work tomorrow.
That's if you gotta get it, can't swim and carpool, you rob peter to pay paul to make due, make you wanna write a note and take a pistol to that bank too, then pass it on the teller
But you know better
[Chorus: Mary J Blige]
They try to tell us to stay strong, but every day we losing jobs, from College Park down to Beverly Hills, Somethings Gonna Have to Give
Across the world they live in fear but it's the same thing over here.
If you can hear me on Capitol Hill, Somethings gonna have to give.
[Verse 2:]
The great debaters debate about whos the greatest MC's, subject matter don't matter because the verse is empty.
No food for thought, nothing for the brain to digest, so I guess it be about who can jive talk the best, but I give them light like the traffic I direct, aspiring they life like they was actors on my set as if I was a politic, I'm higher than a tent, I'd be a liar if I wasn't sick and tired of this mess.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mary J Blige]
Single mother in the swallows and it's no fun, but you don't really understand until you are one, a childs sick and he's losing his endurance, she wanna fix him but she ain't got no insurance.
Now we don't even wanna talk about the man's bite
Out on parole with the promise that he'll do right, but a felon has no chance for a new start, so it's back to doing hand to hand on his own life, and blacknights were all the same, and I know you feel my pain, and the only hope I have that help me deal with the drama, is that maybe in November
I'll be cheering for Obama.
[Chorus]
[Deep Voice:]
The world is too big
[Big Boi:]
Free ya mind or be stuck like porcupine, left behind that's the bottom line, gotta find that grind because the time won't come back around, get it now!
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
[Big Boi:]
Step on the stars, while your reaching for the sun, but never burn a bridge, each one teach one
If you lend a helping hand, you may never need one
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
[Mary J Blige:]
And I heard him say that every man, women, child was gonna be ok
I heard him say that they would bring home our soldiers home in one piece today, hey!
[Deep Voice:]
The World is too big
(Back to Mary J Blige)
But it's not that way
They been tellin us a dream
Tellin us were on the same team
Now We all gotta deal with the lies.

Verse 1:
Uh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe
Boy check the resume, it's risky business in the A
And I've been a witness to this history
Ever since the the 10th grade
We went from rockin brades to temp fades
I twist my A hat to the side just for style
Or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly
Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down
But it ain't so country my nigga this ain't no Gomer Pile
I'm sergeant slaughter
I keep my shit cooked to order in order
To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water
And across the boarder the essays are getting smarter. They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas. if you follow wink wink. no doubt we don't speak. in a blink them folks could have you sleeping in the clink. I'm shittin' on niggas and pee'ing on the seat. It's the nigga the BIG BOI OUT
Hook:
Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs. I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup. Boy stop, I'm just playing. Let me dap you up. baby baby you're in my system. baby baby tell me your listening.
Verse 2:
Boy, it's after 12, club's like A Hive Bee, A bee hive cause not everybody buzzin around me. Could it be the way the verse is sounding? Came up on the Gheto Boys and the Underground Kingz. Toys, I had a brougham, called it pretty brown thing. Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining. Known to keep a bad bitch. No niggas beside me. Index finger on the trigger in case niggas is clowning. Not to flex but to protect my neck like the Wu-Tang. Self-preservation is the rule when you do aim. Or get in something more sinister. You gotta be the finisher to make it sure the doctors, they can't replenish him. Or bring him back to life. Back to reality. Gone get on some hoes leave it alone. Triple OG status A town's very own.
Hook:
Bridge:
Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack. Bendin' 'round corners in the 'lac. Cut a rug, playa, now cut a rug. And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg. And this goes out to all my ladies in the front. What you want? You make me wanna breed. Girl freeze. Cut a rug, lady, now cut a rug. And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg.
Hook:
Outro:

[Intro - Big Boi]
Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo
All the hoes say:
[Gucci]
Hah! Hah! Hah!
[Big Boi]
Gucci up, here we go
A-town, C-post
Cut masta swift down your throat
[Verse 1 - Big Boi]
Boy stop, Sir Luscious' left foot's on fire
Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try
Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit
Inking hit up after hit
This penmanship is so legit
I came equipped like a prophylactic
Now they riding dicks, like
Styling on these suckas out here trying to buy their bitch
Now they rich, try to piss everybody to trick off
But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away them drawers
Word to the brown James, he some chicken chow mein
Really mane, you done say some silly things
And the fella Dana Dane
Why you cuffing claim to game?
Hey my main thang got my last name
Yall naw what i mayne!
[Hook - Gucci Mane]
I'm on my grind shawty
Don't block my shine shawty
Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?
Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up
I'm on my grind shawty
Don't block my shine shawty
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Chill a little, sit a minute
I can't close my safe no more
Cause I got too much money in it
[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]
Gucci in the cell; did a deal, went to jail
I make music, I make movies, I'm in Tyler Perry's cell
I smell coming out the lam', f**k it what the hell
Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down; she got on Chanel
In the tent rolling stupid kush like I'm in the restroom
In the club with a half a pound (hundred fifty blunts)
Zone 6 - East Atlanta - don't fuck with Nia Long
Boy: shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on
On the block with my stupid watch. Boy you need to stop!
When I stop, everybody watch the car without a top
In the streets. Cost a stupid check roll another pack
Now I'm gone, I can't even flip: Eastside where you at?
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Big Boi]
Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe
The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can't get up and walk away, shawty
With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray
Like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump
Pistol whip in my lap at all times
In the 'lac from Atlanta to Savannah, can't a nigga stop that
Not when god's got his hands on me only the strong survive
And the weak-minded are falling by the wayside, they try
But we shall overcome and succeed, indeed
But with success comes a great responsibility
We chose to lead not follow
It's a hard pill to swallow
Better get prescriptions filled

[Big Boi:]
I am
The wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam
With the A K cuatro siete or a microphone in hand
God dam
Generation uno? dungeon? found
The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass
I laugh
When you think that you have seen the last
But it's only the beginning my nigga don't be so fast
As gas [? ]
Or slow it down to a screeching halt
Impeach the president cus he don't think before he talk
Iraq, got that
Now he gunning for Iran
North Korea got that shit that make L.A. look like Japan
Island
Nah man
More like the Caribbean
[? ] and take a voyage to Atlan-tis
[Raekwon:]
[? ]
[3 Stacks:]
Styles will change
They say change is dang-erous
As a king standing on the terrace
While his [? ] pointing up at the rightful men
Cowards [? ] never know when your life will end
Then... live like there ain't no 'morrow
And if one come then this the motto
Now I put message in bottle
You go to the nearest beach and open your car door
And you walk to the place where the sea meets the land
Yeah it's easier to run the street than walk in the sand
Hey I'm talking young man
As if chalk in my hand
I will take yo' little ass to school
It's cool
When the kids call me sonny, the hood calls me stacks
The bees call me honey, Hollywood calls me back
Crack and I have a lot in common
We both come up in the 80s and we keep that bass pumpin'
Now that's a nega-tive comparison
Embarassin'
Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate
The street considers you lame
I thought the name of the game
Was to have a better life
I guess it ain't what a shame
I don't slang, never slung
But I'm one with the slum
That has a name well fitting
[? ] getting
No wonder why they called it the trap
So watch your tail
And I'm not kidding
The rats and mice would give advice
They say that you can paint and draw
Get out of here
Go show them that we're more than slangin' raw
That's when I broke into my big Rube impression
And I tried to enlighten but that night a learned a lesson
That the morals that you think you got go out the window
When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo
Wiis
And yo' child is down on her knees
Praying hard up to God for a Whopper with cheese
Do you b) Hit the street hard with a flare
Or do you a) Go for school for heating and air
Dare making under seven
But make a crooked killing
Or do a bit of both until your holding on a million
Brilliant
You got one foot in and one foot out
You put yo' left foot back in and then you shake it all about
You do the Hokey Pokey 'til you turn your life around
That's what it's all about

[Big Boi]
We're back
This is MC extraordinaire
Reporting to you for W-A D-F, generation one television
We here in a remote area
Somewhere way back up in the woods
With members of the elite Dungeon Family
Them boys in there workin' on some shit so fire
I bullshit you not
[Killer Mike]
Ey, welcome to Purple Ribbon, prime-time official
Killer Mike, y'all
Killer kill from the ville, go hard on the rhyme
Like a junkie on powder I go hard every line
I'm a ex-Dope Boi but I still rap low
And I sold more horse than a polo sto'
I'm destined to become a millionaire
Similar to Phil Collins I can feel it in the air
My car change colors like a million airs
Necklace, get reckless and touch my chain
I put it in the air and bust your brain
Any sucker out there tryna' take my cash
Better pray God with him when I catch his ass
Or he gon' lay there dyin' wit' a bullet in his ass
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Pardon my French but if you give me an inch
I'm a take five kilometres and give it to the commoners
Some dirty white boys and some hoochie black girls
Nearly one million sold but I'm still in that world
That's why you won't see Bubba, buck head bouncin'
Unless it's the cream and I'm upstairs countin'
You know the type of bread that don't involve accountants
Continuin' the legacy my four fathers founded
We won a lot of battles but the war is still ragin'
She's turned a lot of tricks but the whore is still agein'
What is ? what God gave me for my birthday
You ain't D-F dawg, fuck what your shirt say
Talkin' bout he's undeserving of the blessin's
When truthfully the tat was roomin' them suggestions
New ? clean in the game they ?
We ain't them boys that you can't say earned it
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
[Big Boi]
Every now and then, me and my kin, we get to bussin'
Not in the high school football game, I'm talkin' bout rhyme thrustin'
I'm talkin' bout line crushin', somethin's empty bumpin'
On the low straight out the oven like some blueberry muffins
We got the stuffing like some ? or somethin', macaroni, mackalicious
Mack a bitch or a woman, there is a difference
Not if the woman start bitchin', won't get in the kitchen
Male, chauvinistic, nah, ho, you missed it
I'm just kiddin', just playin', I'm just sayin' we humpin' around
Like the ghost of Bobby Brown and Stankonia lingerin' round
We have found proof of sound of our ground
When we've split in two parts, no one can block us now
Maybe top lock but we can't stop, let the great white head be severed
We weathered the storm, with feathers, something we treasure
(Well I never) and you never will, suckered up
The Dungeon Family is here to stay and we don't give a flying fuck
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
The rhymes I designed are truly unrefined*
Like diamonds with a spec of blood dug up out a mine
Flows flood between the ears right behind my eyes
Giving birth to lines, soul searching for the prize
I take my time when deciding what to write
Like the SAT while these other niggaz bite
Underated and mostly hated but got a lot of fight
Like a player, play the background, fuck the spotlight
Night night, I recite when I step up to this mic
Reputation trump tight like the husband want a wife
Stay sharp as broken glass, get busted on or smashed
When your ass cross paths with this half of the Kast
[Chorus 1: B.o.B (Big Boi)]
It's bed time, bed time
Tuck yourself I can tell that you're terrified
Check my record you'll see that I'm verified
(Nobody want none) I terrorize
(Don't nobody want none) Now you're terrified
(Nobody want none of this here) It's bed time
[talking: Big Boi]
Yeah this where second vers supposed to go
I don't think I need to hit ya'll with another verse
But, I think I might, because I like to destroy shit
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
There's no time to retreat and no surrender
Been ready for battle General Patton's no beginner
I keep it all Madden, I call the play then execute for the W
Leave the rest of you destitute, now put that money up
Oh and your content is nonsense; How you expect to
Get it a little resitution with all this ghetto flaugin
Snow, that's for tobaggans, no won't be no pardons
Or bargains, three striked then you "Yank"ed up like "A. Rod"
And, uh, with no apartments, you got no home to run to
You snitching on yourself and no it's your front they come through
Without a tap on your phone
The only thing they had to do is listen to raps on your songs...
[Chorus 2: Joi (Big Boi)]
Lights out, the time for the nighty night's overude
This is the final countdown to your swan song, you are through
All wack emcees and posers this is going out to you
Fuck boys will drop their jaws and all because here something new
(Something new, something new) ooooh-ooooh-oh-ooooh
(Something new, something new)
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
Straight out the plastic, like a pair of footies, no show
My nigga you can't no see me and that's for sho, four door
Any kind of Cadillac I go slow, what I'm smoking on
Some of that chokehold, no low, no mid
Top of the line pine, because I blow big, been here for a while
Your momma likes my style, and so do your kids
I know you love it, cause a hater loves to hate
You need me like a junkie needs a razor blade and plate
I'm dope nigga
[Chorus 1]

[Big Boi:]
Yo whassup this Big Boi
And you're watchin the Pepsi Max NFL Audible
GEAH!
The season's on the line so lace up yo' cleats
And embrace your hatred or defeat
Cause today is a green day, it's all about Philly and Green Bay
One of which will be sick when they home watchin the replay
Will it be Clay and A & Rrrah movin on
Or will it be LeSean, Mike Vick, and DeSean?
Quite sick, with the arm, on both sides of the mix
But on this day only team will survive pick 6
Who wants some?
"This is our time! " "Count it on three, 1-2-3! "
They got they hands full with Michael Vick gettin the nod
See they gave 7 the job when they smashed Kevin Kolb
If you want a double D at least don't kick it to D-Rex
To re-enact on what he did and now yo' season is a wrap
Ask the Giants 'bout that~! I tip my hat off to the Packers
Still with all the injuries defense became deciding factor
From the rafters to the goal line, somebody fin' to go home now
But will it be the Eagles or the Packers? It's a showdown
Who wants some?

Boom, boom, boom, Santana's in the room
Boom, boom, boom, Mary J's in the room
Boom, boom, ba-boom, boom
Big Boi, Beat Bullies, let's ride
I got a man and he's so good to me
I give love and he gives it back to me
Say it for me once if you know what I mean
I said my man's what a man's supposed to be
I got a man and he's so good to me
I give love and and he gives it back to me
Say it for me once if you know what I mean
I said my man's what a man's supposed to be
He opens his arms and holds on to me
He tells me he loves me and oh, I feel it
And all that I am and all that I'll be
Is there in his eyes when I hear him sayin' please
Who loves you baby? I do, I do trust you
See, see this ain't just 'bout having sex
I don't even have to touch you
But you lustful I'm buggin'
You feel me bulgin' while we huggin'
We all over one another
(Scattered, covered, smothered)
You're my choosey lover
Never loving others, only rubbing me
(Me)
Satisfy Big to the utmost mentally and physically
(Ly)
Every king must crown a queen
To make his kingdom mean anything
Through thick and slim we gon' win
We a team by any means y'all
I got a man and he's so good to me
I give love and he gives it back to me
Say it for me once if you know what I mean
I said my man's what a man's supposed to be
I got a man and he's so good to me
I give love and and he gives it back to me
Say it for me once if you know what I mean
I said my man's what a man's supposed to be
I got a man and he's so good to me
I give love and he gives it back to me
Say it for me once if you know what I mean
I said my man's what a man's supposed to be
I got a man and he's so good to me
I give love and and he gives it back to me
Say it for me once if you know what I mean
I said my man's what a man's supposed to be
The touch of his hand, the sound of his voice
The way that he loves me 'til he knows I feel it
And all through the night, forever rejoice
The angel above me starts to sweetly sing to me
Who loves you baby? I do, I do adore you
I'm the best man for the job
Another man couldn't do nothing for you
'Cause you're spicy just like me
We come together like thunder and lightning
With all of that scratching and biting
So exciting, it's frightening
I'm your do-right man and you're my do right
Not my just for tonight woman
Making me feel just like a baker
Quick to put something in your oven
Not no dumplin's or no stuffin'
But our own lil' flesh and blood
'N' a bouncin' lil', baby something
Pretty girl or handsome son child
I got a man and he's so good to me
I give love and he gives it back to me
Say it for me once if you know what I mean
I said my man's what a man's supposed to be
I got a man and he's so good to me
I give love and and he gives it back to me
Say it for me once if you know what I mean
I said my man's what a man's supposed to be
I got a man and he's so good to me
I give love and he gives it back to me
Say it for me once if you know what I mean
I said my man's what a man's supposed to be
I got a man and he's so good to me
I give love and and he gives it back to me
Say it for me once if you know what I mean
I said my man's what a man's supposed to be
My man's what a man's supposed to be

Heyyy!
[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]
Hey, just touched down, been gone for awhile
Tryna find you, where are you now? (I've been lookin for ya)
Come through, get you, ridin out, will do
Soon as I can find you (I've been lookin for...)
Hey, just touched down, been gone for awhile
Tryna find you, where are you now? (I've been lookin for ya)
Come through, get you, ridin out, will do
Soon as I can find you (I've been lookin for...)
[Big Boi:]
Well, let me get you one to grow on
Me and you have been diggin each other now for so long
Like an archeologist, lookin for our bones
We used to do it to the slow songs
Then our hormones, would mix up from the sweat
'Cause I feel it drip drop from my pecs to your chest
I send a text from the jet
Just to get you slippery, memories of you soakin wet
That's the only time I might slip
Then I slide between them thighs, she keeps it tight-lipped
Like a vice grip, it's so private
Mum's the word 'less I'm knee-deep inside it
(Three's Company,) not crowded
I get, cake, eat it too, and apple pie slices
With the ice cream, icing... la mode
She inspires and excites me, now you knoooooow
[Chorus]
[Andre 3000:]
On some cool shit...
Well, here's a revolutionary idea: Why don't we both stay home
And if the doorbell goes ding dong, we can act like we not here?
Put them house coats on, and take them right back off
As a result, like we work at Ikea
Test every piece of furniture to see if it is stable
You wanna take it out on me, then do it on the table
MMM! Blow to the head, it's fatal
WHOO! Wait'll, you get a load of me
Ain't (Jokin'), Dark Knight, Batman
And I'm pokin that pussy, (Cat Woman)
Pokeman, baby gon' push it back on me
Hopin that, maybe you'll wake up in the morning and forget about it all
I hate to see you sad, so if anybody call
Tell 'em that you'll let 'em know
When we fall back to earth, go beserk, ba-by
[Bridge: Sleepy Brown]
I've been lookin for... Come on in
I've been lookin for you, baby where you been? (Where you been?)
No more wastin time, let's gon' and get it in (get it in)
Let's get it in (get it in)
And I won't stop, don't stop, 'til I make that leg drop (WHOO!)
[Big Boi:]
Yeah, they wanna follow in my footsteps
But I'm a go somethin like the Boogeyman, never forget that
You musta fell down and bumped your cranium
Been movin crowds, rock clubs and stadiums
Baby I'm, one of the best you'll ever meet
The, greatest show on Earth, B-I-G
And I'm a make 'em 'member me, I stay colder than December be
Mr. Freeze, only want to see her on her knees
Thro' pregnancies, are at a all time high
Keep it sci-fi, wi-fi
Always connected to muchacha, watch out boi!
The time flies by as the Cadillac glides
The Return of the Jedi, niggaz know bedda
Antwan and Andre, togeth-da
Dungeon Family for the dubya-I-N
Like Khaled, (All We Do is Win), win, win, win, win, win, win...
[Chorus]
[Andre 3000:]
I-I-I be, on it, in and, out it, in and, out it
In and out it, in and out it, went about it
Like I owned it, dog it, gone it, dog and pony show
Said my name repeatedly, repeated me
Like Tony! Toni! Tone! Toni! Tony!
I know, I know, I know I said two too many Tonys'
I go, I go, I go, I'm not usually a mornin, person
But certain skirt sin makes me
Pull back the curtain and let the sun burst in
She searchin for her Ken, Barbie
Her skin makes my Berlin Wall fall down to the ground, now touch... heartly
A one night stand, number on nightstand
She ain't gon' never leave me hangin like a ol' white man
But she don't understand that I'm a fan of Steely Dan
And she like everything that's on the radio and I demand she change it
(Cha-cha-change it, cha-ch-chan-change it)
(Cha-cha-change it, cha-ch-chan-change it)
(Cha-cha-change it, cha-ch-chan-change it)

El tiempo paso.. como una estrella fugaz...
Y nuestro amor fallecio sin razon... Baby...
Quisiera volver a aquel tiempo otra vez y poderte detener.. ya no puedo. ohoh
Coro1. Sin tu amor... no se que vaya a hacer conmigo...
Sin tu amor... no se cual sea mi destino...
Sin tu amor... el mundo caiga sobre mi... Baby...
Coro2. Quisiera volver a amarte...
Volver a quererte...
Volver a tenerte cerca de mi... Girl.
Mis ojos lloran por ti...
Me haces tanta falta, no lo puedo negar...
No se como de mi vida te pudiste marchar...
Arrancaste mi corazon como un trozo de papel...
Jugaste con mi vida y ahora me pregunto por qué?...
Por qué?? tuve que enamorarme de ti...
Quererte como te quise y luego yo te perdi.
Yo creo que esto no es justo ante los ojos de Dios,
te di tanto amor y tu me pagaste con dolor.
Pero algún día tu te daras cuenta de lo que sentía por ti,
y pensaras en mi aunque estes lejos de mi.
Ahora solo me quedan aquellos recuerdos, y en mi corazon una voz que dice te quiero....
(Coro 1)
Dime si algún día chica yo te falle.
Cometi mis errores pero jamás te fui infiel.
Nunca me atrevi abandonarte sin pensar
en las cosas bonitas que entre nosotros pudieron pasar.
Tus besos, tus caricias, tu forma de hacer el amor...
Son cosas que quedaron para siempre en mi corazon.
Y te juro si algun dia yo me vuelvo a enamorar, me asegurare que ella tenga tu misma forma de amar, creeme, pues mi alma te habla y no te miente.
Mis ojos se acostumbraron para ti solamente.
Y hoy lloran porque tu presencia se disolvio entre el odio, el rencor, y la deseperacion...
Daria yo mi vida para volver junto a ti, y vivir aquellos momentos que me hicieron tan feliz...
Quisiera volver a amarte, volver a quererte,
volver a tenerte cerca de mi...
Mis ojos lloran por ti...
...lloran por ti...
Coro 4
Quisiera encontrar,
caminando en la ciudad
alguien que me diga
donde tu estas... baby
Deseo saber
como es tu vida ahora sin mi
y saber si en verdad
el amor en ti existe...
Quisera volver a amarte, volver a quererte,
volver a tenerte cerca de mi...
Mis ojos lloran por ti...
Siento en el alma un vacio tan grande
pues tu no te das cuenta todos los planes que arruinaste.
Veo las olas del mar, como vienen y van,
y por cada ola que pasa,
arrojo una lagrima más...
Miro hacia al cielo para ver si encuentro la luz que me ilumine el camino hasta donde estes tu.
Y poder besarte como si fuera la primera vez.
Naufragar en tu corazon como un triste pez, que te ama, te quiere, por ti se enloquece...
Pero que lastima que las cosas
no salen como uno quiere a veces.
Solo se quedan los momentos en mi mente para siempre.
Captura mis sentimientos pues, ya no puedo verte.
Mi corazon te extraña y no lo puedo controlar, pues contigo fue con quien yo aprendi a amar.
Quisiera volver a amarte, volver a quererte,
volver a tenerte cerca de mi...
Mis ojos lloran por ti.... ( 2 veces)
(Coro 1)

Podría viajar el mundo entero, podría cruzar todos los mares, podría irme a otro planeta y a un millón de lugares.
Podre besar otros labios, podre buscarte en otros cuerpos, es que mi vida no es lo mismo sin tu amor en mi sangre.
Una mujer, una mujer, una mujer como tú no la hay en ningún lado, por más que la busque no la voy a encontrar.
Una mujer, una mujer, una mujer como tú no la hay en ningún lado, así como tú, nunca la abrá.
Es que contigo yo aprendi a querer, es contigo yo aprendi a amar, es contigo aprendí que los buenos sentimientos, hay que saberlos valorar.
Y aunque me pese en el corazón, que te hayas ido con una decilusión, te pido que me perdones por todos mis errores, desde ahora te deseo lo mejor.
Y mi intensión no es ponerte confusa, es mi culpa no tengo excusa, te descuide ignorando tus enojos y ya no se ni como mirarte a los ojos.
Y no pretendo que vuelvas conmigo, si cada cual ya eligio su destino, solo quiero que sepas mi amor que no me encontrare a otra como tu en mi camino.
Una mujer, una mujer, una mujer como tú no la hay en ningún lado, por más que la busque no la voy a encontrar.
Una mujer, una mujer, una mujer como tú no la hay en ningún lado, así como tú, nunca la abrá.
Es que no existe una mujer que me ame y se entregue a mi como tu lo hiciste, no existe, que se preocupe por mi y vaya a todas conmigo en las malas en las buenas, no existe la que guarde mis secretos y no importa lo que pase en su corazón se quedan, no existe la que me llene de pasión y encienda mi chispa cuando estamos en la cama, en todo el sentido de la palabra fuistes una dama, nunca cambies por nadie ni por nada, y aunque mis días y mis noches ya no sean igual siempre te voy a guardar en un lugar especial.
Dentro de mi siempre serás mi ángel, gracias por los momentos que pudistes brindarme y ahora me despido, lo siento, pero tenía que mostrarte lo que llevo dentro.
Una mujer, una mujer, una mujer como tú no la hay en ningún lado, no no no, por más que la busque no la voy a encontrar.
Una mujer, una mujer, una mujer como tú no la hay en ningún lado, así como tú, nunca la abrá, nunca.
Una mujer como tú, una mujer como tú, una mujer como tú, no no no la hay (bis).
Baby, sinceramente, nunca habráaaa, una mujer como tú.

Porque me dijistes que me amabas, baby, y me hicistes que yo era para tí, todooo, y ahora porke me haces llorar, porke tengo que renunciar a tí, si yo te adoro.
Dónde está el amor, amor, que guardabas tu por mi.
Dónde está el amor, amor, preguntale a tu corazón, eeeeee.
Solo explícame, háblame, dame una razón importante por la cual yo tengo que olvidarte. Explícame, háblame, porqué cambiaste, porqué las cosas ya no son como antes, de un tiempo para aca he notado algo extraño en ti, sinceramente no eres la persona que conocí, algo debes ocultarme y no quieres hablarme tal vez por el miedo a lastimarme.
Y no llores por favor manten la calma, solo quiero escucharte aunque me destrozes el alma, ya se poque cuando en las noches cuando yo te besaba, volteabas tu cara y me ignorabas, te notaba tan fría, tan callada, como si nada, mientras mi miedo de perderte aumentaba y no me tienes que pedir que te perdone, si la verdad se muere en nuestros corazones.
Dónde está el amor, amor, que guardabas tú por mi.
Dónde está el amor, amor, preguntale a tu corazón.
Nunca me imagine que esto me iba a pasar ami, porque a mi, si yo fui sincero siempre te comprendí y nunca, nunca te mentí.
Yo dormía contigo, me levantaba contigo, además de ser tu hombre también era tu amigo, era tu refugio, tu apoyo, tu verdad, tu fuistes mi sueño hecho realidad, y de repente te escapas de mi corazón, porqué razón, dime porqué razón, dónde quedó el tiempo que pasamos, dime por favor, dime donde está el amor.
Solo explícame, háblame, dame una razón importante por la cual yo tengo que olvidarte. Explícame, háblame, porqué cambiaste, porqué las cosas ya no son como antes.
Dónde está el amor, amor, que guardabas tú por mi. Que guardabas tu. Pregúntale eso a tu corazón.
Dónde está el amor, amor, preguntale a tu corazón.
Dime donde eyyeee.

[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 fuck 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 x2: Big Boi]
Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fuckin mixtapes
Where they at? [x7]
Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
There they go [x7] - 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 UFO, 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? [x8]
There they go [x7] - go
Where they at? [x7]

[Big Boi:]
Niggaz don't fuck with a nigga like me
Cause a nigga like me don't fuck around
Niggaz don't fuck with a nigga like me
Cause a nigga like me don't fuck around, around
[Sleepy Brown and Joi scatting for 15 seconds]
[Sleepy Brown & Joi:]
I know you see that
No one's competin
Ooh and that turns me on [scatting]
Ooh, that turns me on [scatting]
[Big Boi:]
What turns me on about ya? I doubt you have a clue
Sassy attitude and red bottom shoes got 'em mad at you
I do think you're fierce and that you killin them of course
With the features of an angel and the bottom of a horse
Thoroughbred, thorough head makes you moist
Like the dark fudge brownie with the nut of your choice
Soakin wet are the feathers in the goose down
Who's loose now? You done let the juice ooze down
Do smile, when you do it's on some "Ooh child"
Kiss you in the mouth, Juicy Fruit make you cool down
The naked truth, now ain't it true now?
Devine nectar, respect her, it ain't shit for me to prove gal
You need some time press the snooze down
I don't mind cause I'm hard as all the iron in the tool house
Or tool shed, go and play it how you play it
When alarm sound off round two is up ahead, yeah
[Chorus: Sleepy Brown & Joi]
I know you see that (it ain't goin down without ya)
No one's competin (for what girl, I already got ya)
Ooh and that turns me on [scatting]
Ooh, that turns me on [scatting]
[Big Boi:]
Who gives a damn about the past?
I live for today, plan for the future, pack a lunch and haul ass
Anyway it ain't no time for no picnics
This that business, the slickness that get yo' chick hit quick
I make her drip all her liquids
Then get butt booty naked when I spit on some pimp shit
Make her leg shake so she never loses interest
Callin out my name when I'm askin "Whose is this? "
Nah, it's not a game, ass fallin out the frame
With my Polaroid camera I have to take two flicks
She can't avoid all this stamina, we do this
With no steroids or other artificial juices
Therefore, she knows the undisputed truth
When I slip into the boudoir or slide into this booth
I'm kickin it with you ma like martial artists do
We can break boards and you can kick rocks or I'm through
[Chorus]
[Joi & Sleepy Brown:]
Sit yourself down on my big ol' bed
Turn ya body 'round here, let me give you some
Don't you wanna make a freaky memory with me?
So later on you can think about it then you'll be like DAMN
It turns me on...
[Chorus]
[Big Boi:]
From the back [playing backwards]
Now from the front
Then you got 'em
More than another

[Intro:]
Shawty what yo' number is? (ohh)
Shawty what yo' number is?
[Chorus 1:]
If you behave I'll, take your number baby
And then I'll save it, in a very special place
Girl I hardly know you
But you got your very own theme song (very own theme song)
Very own ringtone (your very own ringtone)
[Chorus 2:]
And then I'll save it, in a very special place
Girl I hardly know you
But you got your very own theme song (your very own theme song)
Very own ringtone (very own ringtone)
[Big Boi:]
Come on baby, come on baby to my jungle
Program my name and my number, under Plumber
And I'm a lock you in as the Plunger
Cause you and your mouth really do wonders
Umm, I think I still like you baby, my drawers in the backyard
I like a J{? } when you say hit the crack hard
Her doggy-style pulled the black card?
No way we ain't tryin to take it that far
But you a star, and I'm a let you shine
I see all the signs when you showed the full moon from behind
Closed do's, come out them under-clothes
Shawty I chose you and not them other hoes
A toast I propose to all those
Who know the G-code and got they very own
Sha'mon!
[Chorus 1]
[Big Boi:]
How do I even begin? Shit, I'm him
The B-I to the G, B-O-I, no hyphen
And then be puttin that icing on your cake
Like lightning strikes in the same place - not me
I tell 'em hurry up and waaaave
Like a jailhouse getaway driver with his foot on the braaaake
Dyin to accelerate
And tryin to get hitched, bitch I'm tryin to celebrate
Confiscate digits
Then vacate the premises, this is not the way we finish this
This is just the genesis
With the most winningest player on the team but no tennis's
I been a member since
I turned the age of innocence and if you behave then
Sha'mon!
[Chorus 1]
[Interlude:]
No matter where you are I hear yo' song
And I'm comin to scoop
Swoop you and sliiiide, slide inside
Slide inside you baby
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
[Outro:]
Ooooooooooooooooooh
Very own ringtone
You got your very own ringtone
Very own, very own, very own
Ooh yeah~!
I got to save your number, save your number
Save your number, save your number