Ain't No Thang

P-p-p-p-p-party Niggas in the point ain't changed Niggas in the point ain't change, yeah A nigga ready from the get go (blah, blah, blah) Y'all hear my shit go, it's André Can yo' punk ass come out to play? (Say) Stay in yo' little hole, then coward tuck yo' head You don't know who you be fuckin' with you's better off, dead Is what I say, best run the other way In case of physical breakdown, y'all can break now My kitchen full of heat If you can't take the temp make yourself exempt Pussy footin' around be getting y'all nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, bullets flying, niggas dying By getting blasted, how drastic They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do But naw (naw, naw), I take that back, that's my problem Turnin' and walkin' away just ain't gon' work when they be robbin' As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome Step up nigga if you want some (yeah, yeah) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in yo' chest (it's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in yo' chest (it's the joint) Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause at 50 Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch I used to sell dope But in 1994 I'm makin' Southern playalisticadillacmuzik But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscing About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchen She had me makin' better grades to make a better life But I never had no love or respect, 'cause we's gon' be alright I ran the streets and broke my curfew 'cause I gave a shit I carried guns and butcher knives 'Cause I was steadily in the mix, yeah It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now I call the wild because it's time to take the streets So if you ain't got the vertebrae or big enough nuts, retreat I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal Just an international player coming through yo' stereo (yeah, you see) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in yo' chest (it's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in yo' chest (it's the joint) Three, five, seven to yo' forehead, they'll be mo' dead, 'cause I'm a pro kid But lord forgive me, I got to keep my milli right beneath me My .9 be doin' fine Until these niggas wants to clear me off my street But in my hood, hood, they hollerin' ghetto Don't got no neighbours, they hit the pipe and never let go But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew Off the concrete, remember when we ran deep? 'Member at the party when we served them niggas dandy? They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me Trippin' with the drama, my beretta's right beside me One is in the air and one is in the chamber Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin', I'm releasing anger Quick to dodge danger, I'm taking it one day at a time I got the fattest dimes around my way, you can sway with André I'll take it to the Ho-Jo, bitch, just to let you know, yeah Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in yo' chest (it's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in yo' chest (it's the joint) It's on my friend, on the road again I'm travelin' doin' more than 65 on 85 off my Cadillac I got that nigga Dre, he ridin' shotgun, and got my pump under my seat In case these youngsters wanna have some fun I'd do it if I have to bustin' caps with this heat heater Load in clip up after clip I'm packing my gauge, if I feel it The glock, the gat, the .9, the heaters See I be bustin' caps like my amp be bustin' speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast ya? You 'posed to be quickest draw, my man, we hail 'em faster Uh, one, two, three, you need to think about the future Before I shoot yo' ass and dilute yo' blood with lead From my hollow tips, I'll send you to an early grave You fucking slave, you better try another way, to take me out It's truly somethin' difficult, don't even run upon me Unless you want yo' brain broke I'm out of bullets letting loose my last clip I'ma kick you in yo' ass and yo' nigga getting pistol whipped Yeah, that's how I do, you know that's how I do You know that's how I do (yeah, you see) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in yo' chest (it's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just the pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that cess in yo' chest (it's the joint) Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit To the motherfuckin' Organized Noize PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp, and all the niggas around the East Point way College park is really on the map, we comin' around Atlanta And the niggas are really strapped with the motherfuckin' guns And the motherfuckin' glocks, the heaters, the gats Nigga, don't fear it, don't stop