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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Preston Crump
Preston Crump
Bass Guitar
EJ The Witch Doctor
EJ The Witch Doctor
Background Vocals
André 3000
André 3000
Vocals
Big Boi
Big Boi
Vocals
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
Programming
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Programming
Sleepy Brown
Sleepy Brown
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
Erin Johnson
Erin Johnson
Songwriter
André "3000" Benjamin
André "3000" Benjamin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Outkast
Outkast
Producer
John Frye
John Frye
Engineer
Brian Frye
Brian Frye
Engineer
Mike Wilson
Mike Wilson
Assistant Engineer
Alex Lowe
Alex Lowe
Assistant Engineer
Alvin Speights
Alvin Speights
Mixing Engineer
Carlton Batts
Carlton Batts
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Parker
Kevin Parker
Assistant Mixing Engineer

गाने

Peep what I say Everyday the sun sets just like clockwork To put the Glock to work And putting the body to standstills Man it kills me Taking that life is like taking a shit Hit or miss, niggas are playing God Trying to rob and steal That's why you gotta guard yo' grill Like a barbecue 'cause them harming you Are just like honeybees swarming you Vocally arming you was my responsibility It's killing me thinking that all these niggas see they flauging Thinking they Steven Seagal and balling Falling to the wayside when you try to call, I've fallen When we was little nappy headed niggas in the projects But now they carjacks, wait on income tax and unsafe sex Still yet they tend to flex, like solo for the lo-lo Smoke same thing, no-no, not this time Niggas around my way can rhyme So fuck that country shit, we done a bunch of shit And yes you heard of this out of this world like E.T. Coming across yo' T.V Extraterrestrial, straight from A-T-L Out of this world Are you alien? Out of this world Are you alien? Out of this world Are you alien? Out of this world Right now I'm smiling, taking advantage of this moment 'Cause there might not be another soon Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars Tightly 'cause I'm slightly off my rocker But to you I may appear to be yo' average Joe But little do you know that even Joe got problems that he gots to joust with Floating in this game of life despite how out of place you may feel In this race oh you just can't quit Ain't that a bitch that be in heat I'm on the beat like cops Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box Why? 'Cause in a sense see we all be kind of fly Just can't be scared to spread yo' wings, head to better things Maybe the mockingbird and nightingale they want to sing Keeping this thing alive, to the table's what we bring We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring Extraterrestrial, out of this world Out of this world Are you alien? Out of this world Are you alien? Out of this world Are you alien? Out of this world Are you alien?
Writer(s): Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Erin Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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