Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails Oh hell, there he go again talking that shit Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve And now you bout to see this Southern player serve I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I It's that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral stimulation To the female gender, ain't nothin better Let me know when it's wet enough to enter If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? Now everybody say Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone) Honey I'm home but I'm not married Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just made it Like you made the B team And like the daddy's wife you making the coffee You heard the A-T-L-iens So back the hell up off me Softly as if I played piano in the dark Found a way to channel my anger not to embark The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part God works in mysterious ways so when he starts The job of speaking through us we be so sincere with this here No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer