{"It all started at an accident scene on Bankhead and Ashby
It's not clear if the suspect caused it; it is clear he wielded
A hammer and told ..... to get out of his car."}
[Verse One]
[Big Boi]
Yeah, yeah check it
From alligator belts to patty melts I be that smoothest n***a
So how do you figga that Atlanta don't be pullin dem triggas
The Southernplayalistic pimp is up in this b**h
Man, my folkers up on that track, complimentin that wickedness
See one is for the money two is for my n***as who jack
n***as ain't takin that sh** no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna be startin now?
I'm pissin up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave that cracker was foul
[Andre]
Too close for comfort, too close to home
Too close to be playin yo a** so hey why don't you get yo' own
As long, as I got this legally
People see that we can be on top of things without causin
Another n***a sorrow, I know it seems it ain't enough to go around
But keep on holdin on like Goodie Mob cause it's a better day tomorrow
That's all I can say, can't tell the future
Tomorrow's another day but today, they just might shoot you
For your ride, f** your pride, hah better be out your seat
Quick and snappy with a happy face before you bleed
Ask me, if that material sh** is worth yo' life
I don't know about yours but if so you smokin pipes right
[Hook]
I either want a Benz or a Beemer [x4]
[Verse Two]
[Andre]
Deep in the dungeon for these many months
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pa** around dem blunts
Had to cut it out like shears, but for years I used to burn 'em
Gettin deep in my thoughts just to get sh** off my sternum
Chest/chess, I never played but made many a moves
I still blame it on session cause I can't remember the due
I guess, I feel that gettin a Benz is out of the question
The world is yellin Hootie Hoo but in my pockets nuthin but
Gum and lint, to sum the sh**, up I'm broke
Nothin but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you toke
[Big Boi]
I'm travellin up to Jersey with four keys off in my trunk
And thinkin of startin the ways to get that motherf**er krunk
See yes I be that n***a that with that sess off in my chest
Smokin and tokin them token blacks, that wanted to test
See strong n***as survive and the weak n***as they die
I never f** no white b**h, I stopped eatin' at pig sty
Be activatin that Lo-Jack cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
Campbellton Road is open, the B-I-G has spoken
Cause it's like this
[Hook]
[Verse Three]
[Big Boi]
I got these thoughts, similar to the ones in call of the wild
Up in the Benz is where I be doin about a hundred miles
The world is fu*kED UP how these n***as be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide with their bodies off in your trunk
To me the cards is not belong I use that strong arm robbery
Robbin spree, look at me, W-M-B
Backwards, takin you to the cha cha with these verses
Comin around the projects make you sleep off in dem hearses
I got a word of wisdom, for those who must resist
You'll be needin a physical therapist, cause you can't f** with this
[Andre]
While you sat down by the seashore thinkin about some seashells
I was around the corner from Pleasant Hill thinkin about the V-12
But maybe not for long because I just done seen the light
I'm packin my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be alright
Just moving the steering wheel side to side like a slalom
Now I ain't got no problem I'm just breakin the steerin column
I spot him, in the middle of the MARTA parkin lot
I'm hearin a voice in the back of my head yellin "Andre stop!"
But do I stop, naw I figure it's a come up
But now I'm goin down cause the folks wanna run up
DAMN!!!
{"These days, the best way to deal with a car jacker
Is to simply give them what they want."}