Full of pride, now ain't that somethin'
Step up in my shoes you crews sitting on Trues
Well southernplayalisticcadillac music has been laid
We gonna getcha high, high
Quick to make a sale, swell
Word is bond like super glue, it's funky like poopa scoop
My crew be thick as two fat hoes sittin' off in a Brougham
Many a niggas fallin' fast and I continue blastin', swiftly
Get sprayed like Raid cause it ain't nothin' see
I's in the house, house like, a joint is lit for my kin folks
It's that southernplayalisticcadillac funky music
Songwriters: Andre Benjamin, Patrick L Brown, Raymon Ameer Murray, Antwan Patton, Rico Renard Wade
Rollin' straight hammers and vogues in that old Southern slouch
We gonna getcha high, high
Please, ain't nothin' but incense in my atmosphere
It's that southernplayalisticcadillac funky music
While my niggas are at East Pointe
Where nothin' but pimps, fully equipped
We gonna getcha high, high
Now players if you choose it
Can you handle that you rat?
We knockin' em off they feet like a southern hustler supposed to do
I'm dippin' into your hood this ain't braile, but I'm bumpin'
So scream when you hear the team of two
I got soul, that's somethin' that you ain't got that's why yo style is rotten
You better make sure you don't abuse it
My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock
So I pass it to my partner and step back up in my Cadillac
Takin' 'em deeper than a submarine
We gonna getcha high, high
So now I step, rather walk with the pimp limp
Well okay dokey Kastout
Time to drop these bows, like Dusty Rhodes then I yell, "Ho"
Kicking the khakis and Adidas
Niggaz who tried to fuck with me
20, 20 got me leaning to the side
I take my time cruisin' round the city malls
Catfish and grits is how my flow flow
Is how I wanna end it on this track
To catch a buzz like a bumble bee
You want to do a jack, I heat the barrel 'til it's empty, get me
You better make sure you don't abuse it
Deep, the slang is in effect because it's Georgia
It's that southernplayalisticcadillac funky music
The sun is beamin' it seemin' that I'm glisten, rather gleaming
Well it's the M I crooked letter comin' around the South
With that College Park hemp smoke style
Now players if you choose it
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Stop in the land of ATL
Jump and you'll get you sprayed
We gonna getcha high, high
Organized is on the track with the southernplayalistic shit
The one two to the guage P U M P
I'm bendin' corners in my 'llac boi, cause that's how we be rollin' here
Rollin steady in that caddy but them 50 bottles got to go
And now I'm just a player sippin' sauce, every now and then
And Vogues for the hoes only when we rollin' through
I swear to God I got the highest boomin' Cadillac
See juice and gin used to be my friend, from the beginin'
Swollen got my pockets, business boomin' like rockets
The devil up in yo grill and you still don't even know' 'em
The expialalistic coupe de ville
It's that southernplayalisticcadillac funky music
Now players if you choose it
Publishers: HITCO MUSIC, ORGANIZED NOIZE MUSIC
So back up off get up on it if you want it cha'll
Hooray yo block the one and only Outkast
Now players if you choose it
Show 'em, who's the okay, like collard greens and whole eggs
Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on player's ball yup
Big Gimp, Goodie Mob, PA, Outkast southernplaylistic
Now players if you choose it
You better make sure you don't abuse it
And under my seat for you suckers it's your final curtain call
It's that southernplayalisticcadillac funky music
I may wait for all the air, they be rolling like that today hoes
They ain't gon' get me, got somethin' for 'em
You better make sure you don't abuse it
And every word I say you can true
Packin' yo' heaters cause you supposed to, cousin
See I get friendly gettin' in where I fit
Thumpin' out the roaches dungeon if ya'll missed it
Atlanta skies be blue
I'm packin' my tag backwards if you want to be actin' wrong
So copy my slang and bite my shit but don't try gafflin' me
Folks try to stop it but they know that it's that
And all the niggaz that was down, since we been broke
'Cause sleepin' you'll get served with some southern hospitality
You better make sure you don't abuse it
No my heart don't pump no Kool-Aid