ATLiens (Explicit)

ATLiens - Outkast
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell  there he go again talkin that sh*t
Bend  corner's like I was a curve  I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows  amongst other things  nut I'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party  like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your f**kin' shine box  and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr  Pickles
Daddy fat sacks  B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same motherf**ka that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try  to warn you not to test but you don't listen
Givin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison
Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp sh*t
Then everybody say O-Yea-yer
Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp sh*t
Then everybody say O-Yea-yer
Now  my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender  ain't nothin better
Let me know when it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait  because the future of the world depends on
Therefore  if not the child we raise gon' have that ni**a syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it  it just might get picked on
Or will it give a f**k about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker  breaker 10-4 can I get some reply
Now everybody say
Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp sh*t
Then everybody say O-Yea-yer
Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp sh*t
Then everybody say O-Yea-yer
Everyday I sit while my ni**a be in school
Thinkin about the second album at the Dungeon shootin pool
Like E-S to the P-N  cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems around being fustrated
And now I'm sittin at the end of the month I just made it
Like you made the B team
And like the daddy's wife you makin the coffee
You heard the A-T-L-iens
So back the hell up off me
Softly as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he starts
The job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay
Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp sh*t
Then everybody say O-Yea-yer
Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp sh*t
Then everybody say O-Yea-yer