ATLiens (Bad Boy Remix)

Yeah, uh, East Point, smokes some dank

College Park in the house

Decatur

Uh, Old National got the skanks

Everybody, uh, know what I'm sayin'

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

Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve

And now you 'bout to see this Southern player 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, but I'm not worried

'Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry

So go get your shine box, and your sack of nickels

It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles

Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I

It's that same muh' 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 (yeah)

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 shh

Everybody let me hear you say, "Oh-yeah-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 shh

Everybody let me hear you say, "Oh-yeah-yer"

My oral illustration be like 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 syndrome

Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skin tone

I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on

Or will it give a 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 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

Everybody let me hear you say, "Oh-yeah-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

Everybody let me hear you say, "Oh-yeah-yer"

Everyday I sit while my be in school

Thinkin' about the second album at the Dungeon shootin' pool

Like E-S to the P-N, 'cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)

Honey, I'm home but I'm not married

Carried a lot of problems around bein' frustrated

And now I'm sittin' at the end of the month, I just made it

Like you made the B team

And like your daddy's wife you makin' the coffee

You heard the ATLiens

So back the hell up off me (shh, shh)

Softly as if I played piano in the dark (dark)

Found a way to channel my anger not to embark

The world's a stage and everybody gots to play their part (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

Everybody let me hear you say, "Oh-yeah-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

Everybody let me hear you say, "Oh-yeah-yer"