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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Big Boi
Big Boi
Voix principales
Chanz Parkman
Chanz Parkman
Piano
Tomi Martin
Tomi Martin
Guitare
Dré
Dré
Voix principales
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 de prise de son
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Ingénierie de mixage
Blake Eiseman
Blake Eiseman
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ryan Williams
Ryan Williams
Ingénierie de prise de son
Kenny Stallworth
Kenny Stallworth
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Ralph Cacciurri
Ralph Cacciurri
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Shawn Grove
Shawn Grove
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Production déléguée
L.A. Reid
L.A. Reid
Production déléguée
Babyface
Babyface
Production déléguée

Paroles

Yo, this is my story, this is my song And to them rudypoots don't attempt to try this at home It's just a poem until y'all learn right from wrong Know when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome But it's back on, another stormy night in Atlanta, Georgia Overcast, but on behalf of Outkast, I cordially Invite you to an emotion filled theater Bring your umbrella 'cause young fella it gets no weirder We reign, reign supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole Chonkyfire, spliced with rock 'n' roll indubitably, piper pied Now hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole Chonkyfire, spliced with rock 'n' roll indubitably, piper pied Just hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride You are now about entering the fifth dimension of ascension Our only intention is to take you high high, yeah, yeah my lord To make one bob they head would be the track job Tour job's to spit that fire Some of y'all MC's take this rhymin' for granted I won't comply With that slackin', poppin' and crackin' 4th ward way we snappin' They won't that hardness that oddness that gets a nigga to start this What's happenin', see if do what yo won't do today boy Will I live tomorrow like you can't even live 'cause you strayed Motivational skills lackin', when I see you nigga packin' Understand that though, you behind a 75, 000 car do' But you still stay with mom though playin' the King like Don Doe You chocked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be locked up Makin' them thick Hip Hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain't scared And if I see you in the streets I'd dap you down like you was Greg We reign, reign supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole Chonkyfire, spliced with rock 'n' roll indubitably, piper pied Now hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole Chonkyfire, spliced with rock 'n' roll indubitably, piper pied Just hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride
Writer(s): Antwan A Patton, Andre Benjamin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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