Lyrics

[Intro] Wailin' Wailin' Wailin' [Verse 1: Big Boi] In the zone like Keyser Söze, always a Usual Suspect (Wailin') No check, all I got in this game is my respect And Southern pride, I'd be, checkin' my fuckin' head (Wailin') Scared, lookin' up in your face – boy, I see dead If you test like S.A.T., then I guess that we may be (Wailin') Enemies, ten a piece, freestyles be freebies I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I? (Wailin') Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try? Never eatin' chicken thighs, only the 20 piece Mojo, Flow's on like Flo Jo (Wailin') I wanted to figure out, just how low could your hoe go? The beat hit like 'Beat Street', 'Krush Groove' and 'Breakin'' (Wailin') Never bakin', rebukin' Satan, we had you waitin' For the Second Coming, funny how time flies when you're rhymin' (Wailin') LaFace Records, I think they got the perfect timing To be doper than Saddam, believe the Nation of Islam (Wailin') Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out your car I think they overstep they boundaries (Wailin') Uh – O.J., not guilty, that's how they found he [Interlude: Cee-Lo] Mmm, yeah (Wailin') Mmm, mmm Mmm, yeah (Wailin') Mmm, mmm Mmm, yeah (Wailin') Mmm, mmm Mmm, yeah (Wailin') Mmm, mmm [Verse 2: André 3000] I felt the pressure like sun shining, while rainin' (Wailin') At the same time, I kept on rhymin', not complaining Storm brainin' cats and dogs, my catalog be the size of golf balls (Wailin') Throw up your Daisy Dukes, I'm Hazzard-ous to all you Boss Hoggs And Rosco P. Col' people, who caboose my locomotive (Wailin') But enough of that, everyone can rap, but let's say gift; suppose if I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I (Wailin') compose Won't y'all get sick of that? 'Cause I know I do when I hear those flows That ain't Hip-Hop, you'll find that shit in the gift shop (Wailin') But to each his own, my speech is born Keep that shit up outta my zone Long as you happy, then I'm happy (Wailin') Even if you just hate my fuckin' guts, go 'head and dap me 'Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway And then go home and pray for yo' ass later (Wailin') 'Cause we might need you in this war, I'm wailin' on you traitors Like that... like that... like that... like that