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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Skinny Miracles
Piano
Preston Crump
Basse
CeeLo Green
Chant
André 3000
Chant
Big Boi
Chant
Ray Murray
Programmation
Rico Wade
Programmation
Sleepy Brown
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Antwan Patton
Paroles/Composition
André "3000" Benjamin
Paroles/Composition
Patrick Brown
Paroles/Composition
Ray Murray
Paroles/Composition
Rico Wade
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Organized Noize
Production
Blake Eiseman
Ingénierie
Jarvis Blackshear
Ingénierie
John Frye
Ingénierie
John "Bernasky" Wall
Ingénierie
Mike Wilson
Assistance d’ingénierie
Derrick Williams
Assistance d’ingénierie
Allen Parker
Assistance d’ingénierie
Brian Frye
Assistance d’ingénierie
Dexter Simmons
Ingénierie de mixage
Steve Sisco
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Carlton Batts
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Wailin'
Wailin'
Wailin'
In the zone like Keyser Söze, always the usual suspect (wailin')
No check, all I got in this game is my respect
And southern pride I be, checkin' my fuckin' head (wailin')
Scared, lookin' up in your face, boy I see dead
If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be (wailin')
Enemies in the P's freestyles be freebies
I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I? (Wailin')
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try? Never eating chicken thighs
Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo (wailin')
I wanted to figure out, just how low could yo' hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin' (wailin')
Never bakin', rebukin' Satan, we had you waitin'
For the second coming, funny how time flies when you're rhymin' (wailin')
La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect timin'
To be doper than Saddam, believe the Nation of Islam (wailin')
Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out yo' car
I think they overstep they boundaries (wailin')
Uh, OJ, not guilty, that's how they found he
Mm, yeah (wailin')
Mm, mm-mm
Mm, yeah (wailin')
Mm, mm
Mm, yeah (wailin')
Mm, mm
Mm, yeah (wailin')
Mm
I felt the pressure like sun shinin' (wailin') while raining at the same time
I kept on rhymin', not complainin'
Storm bringing cats and dogs, my catalog be the size of golf balls (wailin')
Throw up your daisy dukes, I'm hazardous to all you boss hogs
And Roscoe P. Col' people, who could boost my locomotive (wailin')
But enough of that, everyone can rap unless they ain't supposed to
I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I (wailin')
Compose won't y'all get sick of that
'Cause I know I do when I hear those
Flows that ain't hip hop, you find that shit in the gift shop (wailin')
But to each his own, my speech is gone
Keep that shit up outta my zone
Long as you happy, then I'm happy (wailin')
Even if you just hate my fuckin' guts, go 'head and dump me
'Cause I'm gon' damp you anyway and then go home
And pray for yo' ass later (wailin') 'cause we might need you in this war
I'm wailin' on you traitors like that (like that)
Writer(s): Raymon Murray, Andre Benjamin, Patrick Brown, Rico Wade, Antwan Patton
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