[André 3000:]
 
 
 Niggas in the point ain't changed
 
 Niggas in the point ain't changed
 
 Yeah
 
 
 A nigga ready from the get-go (Blaow, blaow, blaow)
 
 Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre
 
 Can yo' punk ass come out to play?
 
 Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head
 
 You don't know who you be fucking 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 footing around don't be getting y'all nowhere but stuck
 
 Nowhere to duck, bullets fly, niggas die
 
 By getting 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, I take that back, that's my problem
 
 Turning and walking away
 
 This ain't gon' work when they be robbing
 
 As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my lonesome
 
 Step up, nigga, if you want some
 
 
 Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
 
 We's having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
 
 It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
 
 It's all about that cess in yo' chest (It's the joint)
 
 Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
 
 We's having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
 
 It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
 
 It's all about that cess in yo' chest (It's the joint)
 
 
 
  [Big Boi:]
 
 
 Well, nigga, you softer than silicone used to pump up tits
 
 It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits
 
 I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause at 50
 
 Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch
 
 I used to sell dope, but in 1994
 
 I'm making Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
 
 But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscing
 
 About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens
 
 She had me making 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 playa, coming through your stereo
 
 
 Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
 
 We's having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
 
 It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
 
 It's all about that cess in yo' chest (It's the joint)
 
 Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
 
 We's having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
 
 It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
 
 It's all about that cess in yo' chest (It's the joint)
 
 
 
  [André 3000:]
 
 
 3-5-7 to your forehead
 
 There'll be mo' dead 'cause I'm a pro, kid
 
 But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me
 
 My nine be doing fine until these niggas wants to clear me
 
 Off my street, but in my hood-hood, they hollering 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?
 
 Remember at the party when we served them niggas dandy?
 
 They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me
 
 Tripping 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 doing, I'm releasing anger
 
 Quick to dodge danger, I'm taking it one day
 
 At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way
 
 You can sway with Andre, I'll take it to the Ho-Jo, bitch
 
 Just to let you know, yeah
 
 
 Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
 
 We's having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
 
 It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
 
 It's all about that cess in yo' chest (It's the joint)
 
 Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
 
 We's having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
 
 It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
 
 It's all about that cess in yo' chest (It's the joint)
 
 
 
  [Big Boi:]
 
 
 It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm traveling
 
 Do more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac
 
 I got that nigga Dre, he riding shotgun
 
 And got my pump under my seat
 
 In case these youngsters wanna have some fun
 
 I'd do it if I have to, busting caps with this, a heater
 
 Load it clip up after clip, I'm packing my gauge, if I feel it
 
 The Glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
 
 See, I be busting caps like my amp be busting speakers
 
 So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast you?
 
 You 'posed to be the quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster
 
 1-2-3, 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 fucking slave, you better try another way
 
 To take me out is truly something difficult
 
 Don't even run up on me unless you want your brain broke
 
 I'm out of bullets, letting loose my last clip
 
 I'ma kick you in your ass and your nigga getting pistol whipped
 
 Yeah, that's how I do
 
 You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do
 
 
 Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
 
 We's having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
 
 It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
 
 It's all about that cess in yo' chest (It's the joint)
 
 Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
 
 We's having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
 
 It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
 
 It's all about that cess in yo' chest (It's the joint)
 
 
 Yeah, and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the motherfucking
 
 Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggas
 
 Around the East Point way
 
 College Park is really on the map
 
 We coming around Atlanta and the niggas are really strapped
 
 With the motherfucking guns and the motherfucking Glocks
 
 The heaters, the gats, nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop