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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Preston Crump
Preston Crump
Basse
Chanz
Chanz
Orgue
Craig Love
Craig Love
Guitare
Mr. DJ
Mr. DJ
Scratch
André 3000
André 3000
Chant
Big Boi
Big Boi
Chant
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
Programmation
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Programmation
Sleepy Brown
Sleepy Brown
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Paroles/Composition
André "3000" Benjamin
André "3000" Benjamin
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
OutKast
OutKast
Production
John Frye
John Frye
Ingénierie
Brian Frye
Brian Frye
Ingénierie
Mike Wilson
Mike Wilson
Assistance d’ingénierie
Alex Lowe
Alex Lowe
Assistance d’ingénierie
Alvin Speights
Alvin Speights
Ingénierie de mixage
Carlton Batts
Carlton Batts
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Kevin Parker
Kevin Parker
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Uh As I sit in my b-boy stance With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants I'm finna enhance your brain, check it out Once upon a time not long ago When the player from the Point didn't have no flow A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin' to the store Caught a player slippin', but now I lay it to the floor Just like carpet, 'cause I got the heat in my baby momma name now Never braggin just to stay knot Even when I was a younger lad I learned my lesson Never talked to strangers in the trap and answer questions The Pope and his folks got us under a scope But for unknown reasons 'cause we don't sell dope That you distribute, we don't contribute, to your clandestine activity My soliloquoy, may be hard for some to swallow But so is cod liver oil You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl Two things I hate lies and thieves, they make my blood boil Boa constricted, on my soul that they call Touched by the wheelz of steel Now show me how you feel Touched by the wheelz of steel Now show me how you feel It took your momma nine months to make it But it only took a nigga 30 minutes to take it Cut that kronk clean up I did, but I did so not safely Don't want no AIDS, no claps, or no rabies Yeah, we take no shit, like umm, stopped up commodes Gotta collect call, they done locked up my folks Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle We won't be able to ride out 'til 2004 But not for long 'cause we got a better sack to serve Tryin' to take you other people for your rims at the curb 'Fore you swerve and bust ya forehead, go 'head, go 'head More head for me, while you ride to the beat Drop, like Tears, like For Fears, you know Shout, shout let it all out, just for my peers And pupils who feel like it's time to unwind Like December 31st, on 1999 Touched by the wheelz of steel Now show me how you feel Touched by the wheelz of steel Now show me how you feel Okay, like this, yeah, yeah One time for my boy doing King shit Two times, too legit and it don't quit Three times for my folks in the drop top Four times, OutKast and it don't stop One time for my girls doing Queen thangs Dead fresh to the T, eatin' chicken wings Three times for my girls in the beauty shop Four times, OutKast and it don't stop Touched by the wheelz of steel Now, show me how you feel Touched by the wheelz of steel
Writer(s): Andre Benjamin, Thijs Van Leer, A. Patton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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