featuring OutKast

[Eightball]

Bitch I ain't got nothing but time so I'ma get out on these cuts

and grind keep my mind on cloud twenty nine

my player ways keep me with plenty dimes

see I'ma shine like all six of my gold teeth

when a nigga get through cooking up this O Z

all night on the block til the sun rise

my only friend is a glock with the 4 5

Four five in the mornin it don't stop,

day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)

blue lights snap me back to reality

I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me

Tricks ain't got shit to do but harass,

search tha nigga and took about a three in cash,

I guess that's better than gettin locked up,

or gettin jammed with that shit I had rocked up, huh!

Chorus:

Now I heard that the South is where yo folks from,

down in the bottoms where they broke some,

whips cross a nigga back, way back,

and now they wonder why we act, how we act,

gold teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow,

afros & loud ass Italian clothes,

People bar-be-quein in the front yard

Money from the first of the month card!

[Eightball]

If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,

If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,

If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,

If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!

[MJG]

I got a maid cooking grits, with a, outfit,

so tight my niggas wanna stay the whole nite

Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee

Nigga drunk singin sounding like tha Bee Gees

Ham sam'ich in the driveway, drop top

naked women in tha den playing, hop scotch

Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long gone

So hit me and I'ma keep