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Yeah, uh, East Point smokes some dank College Park in the house, Decatur Uh, Old National got the skanks Everybody, uh, nahmsayin'? Check it

Well, it's the M-I crooked letter, ain't no one better 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 shit Bend, corners 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 spend

You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried 'Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out you scurry So go get your fuckin' shine box and your sack of nickles It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles Daddy Fat Sax, B-I-G B-O-I It's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to yo' eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen Givin' the shout out to my Uncle Darnell locked up in prison

Now throw yo' hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say "Oh-yeah-yer" Now throw yo' hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say "Oh-yeah-yer"

Now, my oral illustration 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 If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome Or will it know to beat the odds regardless of the skin tone? Or will it feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on?

Or will it give a fuck 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 I preach and don't lie I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie Now breaker, breaker ten, fo' can I get some reply? Now everybody say

Now throw yo' hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say "Oh-yeah-yer" Now throw yo' hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say "Oh-yeah-yer"