Something s gotta give!

Yeahyou know what I m sayin? uhh
Herring homesunhmartel homescarver homestekwood
Martin luther kingbankhead

Verse one: big boi

Under-coverover da hills and thru tha woods I go
Like green lightsa southern nigga that s comin fo yo throat
But not no guillotine seewe be them southern playas
Remember the football socksaerobic reeboks and decatursnow
You up to par and ready fo yo lesson
I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let s crank up a session
Like tri-city high schoolwas pullin em in a broke down rabbit
I spit a couple of words and layin em down was just a habit
Just like smokeychoking off da pee-wee that we rolled up
Talkin about the click will get you laid down hella swoled up
Hootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek wit isotoners
And went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner
Tell em big boi did it; I swear that nigga be rhymin
Every lyric that he spit be turnin charcoals into diamonds and pearls
Girl when you givin up them drawscause
I got a couple of niggaz down the hall
That wanna hit it tooI m not the type to be actin selfish
Set it out and let it out and I ll be right back just like elvis
Cause the postman rings twice...
Hey mr. postman....

Chorus: repeat 2x

PowerpowerI come gimme some
Tha deadly voice over drumswe fromatl
Put tha swats swats on yo car
Let s travel fartha southern star shines

Verse two: dre

Everybody wanna get signedbut here to tell you
Record companies act like pimps
Gettin paid off what we made when we the ones that s fly like blimps
But ain t no goodyearI tell it like it is so I m like look here
Just willin to get what I deserve my kids to have a mother
And a little housewith a dog in the backyard goin "woof-woof"
Who knows what i ma say soon s I leave this recording booth
Poofback in the real world where birds fly
From miami by way of cuba to whoever wants to get that high
There s clouds of clownsseas of g s
Pro-jectspacked with playas meditating on their knees
Just to make them ends meetlike ground beefyou won t believe
The shit that niggaz attempt cause they got other mouths to feed
Besides they own

Chorus

Verse three: big boi

There s some hoes in this housedamn right
I m thinkin about the way you skull meguzz me
Suckin me dry like deserts mojavegottihotties and honeydips
Likin the way you do mescrew me it make my money flip
Shakin that ass for daddy puttin this gas off in my cadi-llac
Backdon t ever snappackin the gats and pimpin whores
Hors d oevresswervehit the curb because I m reckless
Back in the days when I was broke I d snatch your fuckin necklace
You ol pussy-ass nigga... yeah

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