Lyrics

[Intro: André 3000] P-p-p-p-p-p-party Niggas in the point ain't changed Niggas in the point ain't change, yeah [Verse 1: André 3000] A nigga ready from the get-go (Blaow, blaow, blaow) Y'all hear my shit go, it's André Can your punk ass come out to play? Say Stay in your little hole, then coward, duck your head "You don't know who you be fuckin' with, you's better off dead" Is what I say, best run the other way In case of physical breakdown, y'all can break now My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp' Make yourself exempt Pussy-footin' around be gettin' y'all nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, bullets flyin', niggas dyin' By gettin' blasted, how drastic They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do But naw (Naw, naw), I take that back, that's my problem Turnin' and walkin' away just ain't gon' work when they be robbin' As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome Step up, nigga, if you want some [Chorus: OutKast & Big Boi] Yeah, yeah Ain't no thing but a chicken wing We's havin' a smoke-out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in your chest (It's the joint) Ain't no thing but a chicken wing We's havin' a smoke-out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in your chest (It's the joint) [Verse 2: Big Boi] Well, nigga, you softer than silicone used to pump up tits (Yeah) It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them player-istic hits (Yeah) I'm quick to stop a sucker flow like menopause at fifty Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch I used to sell dope, but in 1994, I'm makin' Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik But, see, these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin' About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens She had me makin' better grades to make a better life But I never had no love or respect 'cause we's gon' be alright I ran the streets and broke my curfew 'cause I gave a shit I carried guns and butcher knives 'cause I was steadily in the mix Yeah, it was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now I call the wild because it's time to take the streets So if you ain't got the vertebrae or big enough nuts, retreat I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal Just an international player, comin' through your stereo [Chorus: OutKast & Big Boi] Yeah, you see Ain't no thing but a chicken wing (It don't stop) We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in your chest (It's the joint) Ain't no thing but a chicken wing We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in your chest (It's the joint) [Verse 3: André 3000] .357 to your forehead There'll be more dead 'cause I'm a pro, kid But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my milli' right vi-near me My nine be doin' fine until these niggas wants to clear me Off my street, but in my hood-hood, they hollerin' ghetto Don't got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew On the concrete, remember when we ran deep? 'Member at the party when we served them niggas dandy? They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me Trippin' with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me One is in the air and one is in the chamber Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin', I'm releasin' anger Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin' it one day At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way You can sway with André, I'll take it to the Ho-Jo, bitch Just to let you know, yeah [Chorus: OutKast & Big Boi] Ain't no thing but a chicken wing We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in your chest (It's the joint) Ain't no thing but a chicken wing We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in your chest (It's the joint) [Verse 4: Big Boi] It's on, my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin' Do more than sixty-five on 85 off in my Cadillac I got that nigga Dre, he ridin' shotgun And got my pump under my seat in case these youngsters wanna have some fun I'll do it if I have to, bustin' caps with this here heater Loadin' clip up after clip, I'm packin' my gauge if I feel it The Glock, the gat, the nine, the heater See, I be bustin' caps like my amp be bustin' speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast you? You 'posed to be the quickest draw, my man, well, hail 'em faster Uh, one, two, three, you need to think about the future Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead From my hollow tips, I'll send you to an early grave You fuckin' slave, you better try another way To take me out is truly somethin' difficult Don't even run up on me unless you want your brain broke I'm out of bullets, lettin' loose my last clip I'ma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin' pistol whipped Yeah, that's how I do You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do [Chorus: OutKast & Big Boi] Yeah, you see Ain't no thing but a chicken wing We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in your chest (It's the joint) Ain't no thing but a chicken wing We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in your chest (It's the joint) [Outro: Big Boi] Yeah, and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the motherfuckin' Organized Noize, PA Goodie Mob, Big Gipp, and all the niggas around the East Point way College Park is really on the map We comin' around Atlanta and the niggas are really strapped With the motherfuckin' guns and the motherfuckin' Glocks The heaters, the gats, nigga, don't— yeah, it don't stop