Outkast

Lyrics

[Intro: Skooly] Throw your hands in the And wave them like you just don't And if you like Let me hear you say Oh yeah [Chorus: Skooly] Throw your hands up in the air And wave them like you just don't care And if you like shrimp and gritz, and all that pimp shit Let me hear you say oh yeah [Verse 1: Huncho Kae] Stay prayed up with these bitches, I'm never layed up Staying down so I won't fall off, gotta stay up I need [?] money, these lil [?] ain't weigh enough Fans [?] the streets [?] That's a million dollar question, I wanna know too When you really from the streets, that's what you go through But everything good, like my Grandma soul food [?] turn your back on fam, even when thеy do And Wayne say you ain't did it, until you [?] I guess I overdid it, 'causе I did it like [?] I'm Hungry Jack, I mash potatos and I steak my plate Let's take a trip to Singapore, and kick it at Marino Bay And I'm only in the company of hustlers Making money and movies, that's just what I'm accustomed to I knock down walls in that pussy, Mr. Carpinter Old school game, so she blow me like a Contra, bruh And life is so amazing, I'm just tryna live it In these streets or indostry, I gotta make a living Feel like we skipping over dollars, just to get a penny And you can tell by my atire that the boy winning [Chorus: Skooly] Throw your hands up in the air And wave them like you just don't care And if you like shrimp and gritz, and all that pimp shit Let me hear you say oh yeah [Verse 2: Skooly] Young Biggie, bomb diggity, nigga Give it to you straight, I never riddle me, nigga The judge ain't safe, he getting rid of these niggas If the drugs is the case, you John Lennon me, nigga Ain't no walking down the street getting shot though God, he with me, he got my back, so My killers walk the streets with ease, they got them Glocks too See we all about the peace, til shit pop off, fool Young Andre, kicks 3000 in this bitch Young Kanye, Louie my designer in this bitch That's practice, I ain't even trying in this bitch What's crackin? We gon' get it frying in this bitch Oh shit, get back, I know they ain't ready for that I've been hustling getting money, and I came ready to bat Tryna run me up a check, ain't no [?] I'm a winner, watch me win it, even Mayweather should [?] [Chorus: Skooly] Throw your hands up in the air And wave them like you just don't care And if you like shrimp and gritz, and all that pimp shit Let me hear you say oh yeah