Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Boi
Big Boi
Lead Vocals
André 3000
André 3000
Lead Vocals
Sleepy Brown
Sleepy Brown
Background Vocals
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Programming
Preston Crump
Preston Crump
Bass
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
André "3000" Benjamin
André "3000" Benjamin
Songwriter
Patrick Brown
Patrick Brown
Songwriter
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
Songwriter
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Producer
Bernasky Wall
Bernasky Wall
Recording Engineer
John Frye
John Frye
Recording Engineer
Vincent Alexander
Vincent Alexander
Assistant Recording Engineer
Malik Albert
Malik Albert
Assistant Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlo's And El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like Ralo So follow it's showtime at the Apollo Minus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a leopard-print Teddy Pendergrass cooler than Freddie Jackson Sippin a milkshake in a snowstorm Left my throat warm in the dorm room at the AU We blew hay too, athletes might take you But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make Cause Canary yellow, '79 Seville is on display My nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims today So a nigga can ride out to the honeycomb hideout I'm gonna show you how to wild out like Jack Tripper Let me be bambino on your snippas YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard When I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold ya Like Noah I get twos of you and you get pretty deep But I'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be there for me Cause Those huge baby eyes get to running off at they mouth Tellin me everything that's on yo nasty mind They say your malnutrition in need of vitamin D And inviting me to that tingle in yo spine I love who you are I love who ya ain't you're so Ann Frank Let's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks Rick James and no chains and whips I do suck lips Till hips jerk and double time the boy next door's a freak Ha Ha (And we are...) the coolest motherfuckers on the planet (In my mind...) the sky is falling ain't no need to panic (But Oh oh...) I got a stick and want yo automatic (Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic
Writer(s): Antwan Patton, Andre Benjamin, Rico Wade, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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