Lyrics

[Intro: Peaches] Boy [Verse 1: Big Boi] Time and time again, see, I be thinkin' about that future Back in the day when we was slaves, I bet we was some cool-ass niggas But now we vultures, slam my nigga back out To make his ass black out Or even pull your fuckin' heater to make his whole crew believers You harder than a bitch, you're full of dicks But that don't be soundin' like king shit to me Seen out in the ghetto, or should I be sayin' Lakewood? You better be strapped 'cause them niggas over there just ain't good Just bein' a hustler, servin' the loyal customers Rent was due on the first of the month, so I'm hustlin' I'll buy you fifty-box of Phillies at the Citgo And nigga be wantin' drinks and shit from the fuckin' store, yo But that's alright though 'cause I be gettin' paid And every trip I take, there's a dollar to be made I'm diggin' through my pockets for my earnings, got you five Yeek, there it is, now it's time to smoke that dime [Chorus: Big Boi] If you smoke a dime, yeah Then I'll smoke a dime, yeah If you smoke a dime, yeah Then I'll smoke a dime (Big Dre, let 'em know what's up) [Verse 2: André 3000] Time is slippin', slowly but surely Niggas I used to hang with wants to act like they don't know me Come and listen to my story, I gots a lot of shit up on my mind I wipe the boo-boo from my brain, then I finish up my rhyme Take a number, I caught you in a slumber I hit you for a lick, I'm in the slammer for the summer But now it is the fall, I'm havin' a ball, makin' my nickel sacks crawl 'Til my niggas got to servin' when they beep and when they call I got the Peter, Paul, and plus that Mary Jane I'm rollin' reefer out of a Regal, how could I refrain From bein' rough, from bein' tough, from bein' dangerous? I'm hangin' with the P.A. niggas, ain't no changin' us See, you can try, if you try, if you don't, you don't If you wanna battle, it's either that you will or you won't See, that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke If you got some fire shit, your niggas gonna always toke Dope is not what I be slingin' on this track Niggas don't comprehend that it be deeper than Cadillacs You know that, right? You bite, you fucked up You won't be gettin' away this time, I'm real as hell, so what's up? I rip shit with pimp shit, I'm slingin' it from the South Talk bad about the A-town, I'll bust you in your fuckin' mouth Fuckin' true that, so true that Smoke one, yeah [Chorus: André 3000] If you smoke a dime, yeah (Like that for the A-Town) Say I'll smoke a dime (This is my intro, just to let you know) If you smoke a dime (Yeah, yeah, like that) Say I'll smoke a dime (Yeah)