Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Big Boi
Voix principales
Chanz Parkman
Piano
Tomi Martin
Guitare
Dré
Voix principales
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Antwan Patton
Paroles/Composition
André "3000" Benjamin
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
OutKast
Production
John Frye
Ingénierie de prise de son
Neal Pogue
Ingénierie de mixage
Blake Eiseman
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ryan Williams
Ingénierie de prise de son
Kenny Stallworth
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Ralph Cacciurri
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Shawn Grove
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Brian Gardner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Organized Noize
Production déléguée
L.A. Reid
Production déléguée
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
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