Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits
A nigga ready from the get go
It's all about that ses in yo chest, it's the joint
Just an international playa, comin' through your stereo
But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me
Turnin' and walkin' away, this ain't gon' work when they be robbin'
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
So if you ain't got the vertebrae, ya big enough nuts, retreat
On the concrete, remember when we ran deep
My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp
I ran the streets and broke my curfew 'cuz I gave a shit
Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me
In case these yougstas wanna have some fun, I'd do it if I have to
I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do but naw
My nine be doin' fine
Pussy footin' around don't be gettin' y'all nowhere but stuck
But I never had no love or respect 'cuz we gon' be alright
We comin' around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped
Yea that's how I do, you know that's how I do, you know that's how I do
Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin', I'm releasin' anger
Organized Noize, PA, Goodie MOBB, Big Gipp
We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's all about that ses in yo chest, it's the joint
You fuckin' slave, you better try another way
It's all about that ses in yo chest
It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin'
Publishers: CHRYSALIS MUSIC, HITCO MUSIC, ORGANIZED NOIZE MUSIC
I call the wild because it's time to take the streets
We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die
1 2 3, you need to think about the future
We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
Niggas in the point ain't changed
I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now
With the muthafuckin' guns and the motherfuckin' glocks
And all the niggaz around the East Point way
Say, "Stick in your little hole then coward duck your head"
It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point
I'm packin' my gage if I feel it, the glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
Until these niggaz wants to clear me off my street
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
It's all about that ses in yo chest, it's the joint
Can yo punk ass come out to play?
I take that back, that's my problem
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way
I'ma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin' pistol whipped
Just let you know, yeah
Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop
Step up nigga, if you want some
You 'posed to be quickest draw but man, I hail 'em faster
It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point
Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the motherfuckin'
I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
See I be bustin' caps like my amp be bustin' speakers
So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast ya?
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin'
Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead
It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point
One is in the air and one is the chamber
You can sway with Andre, I'll take it to the Ho-Jo, bitch
It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point
I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal
We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It was so hard to say "Goodbye", I'm a man now
No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac
Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy
Niggas in the point ain't changed
We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
You don't know who you be fuckin' with youse better off dead
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
I'm out of bullets lettin' loose my last clip
Don't got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go
To take me out, is truly something difficult
Make yourself exempt
Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke
Bustin' caps with this a heat and load it clip up after clip
I'm makin' Southern playalistic Cadillac muzik
Songwriters: Andre Benjamin, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Antwan Patton, Rico Wade
College Park is really on the map
From my hollow tips, I'll send you to an early grave
It's all about that ses in yo chest, it's the joint
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point
I used to sell dope but in 1994
Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
About the days back when me Mammy had to work in kitchens
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
It's all about that ses in yo chest
It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
I carried guns and butcher knives 'cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah
It's all about that ses in yo chest, it's the joint
Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew
Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre
She had me makin' better grades to make a better life
It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point
But in my hood hood, they hollerin' ghetto
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
In case of physical breakdown, y'all can break now
But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you
I got that nigga Dre, he ridin' shotgun and got my pump under my seat
It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point
3 5 7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead 'cause I'ma pro, kid
It's all about that ses in yo chest, it's the joint
Is what I say, best run the other way
Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin' it one day
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me
It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits