Outkast - Pj & Rooster lyrics

"Percy Junior, Percy Junior...what's that...what's that you playin'?" "Workin' on something new." "Sounds like some bullsh**. Man, you really think the audience is gonna -- " "Well, Rooster said I could play what I wanted." "No, never mind anything that Rooster tell you. We'll play stuff that I like, kay?" Ain't nobody like my style, yeah I light my fire, yeah (I light ba-ba, I light ba-ba) They blow it out, yeah (They blew it out, they blew it out) And don't nobody wanna feel like that, no Monkeys on my back crawl And watch them all fall Go fall, look out Nobody wanted to dance When I had a lot of time on my hands Now I got a lot of hands on my time And everybody wanna be a friend of mine Whoa whoa, I wouldn't mind a friend The fellas back home all tryin' to win Moon keeps shinin' on bootleg bottles Cops in the street keep ya feet on the throttle Selling what ya got in a Ford A-model Yellin' "Go, PJ go!" Ain't n'ing idle, everything is wild, yeah You can be hit now, yeah (soon as you turn around) He in the ground, yeah (boy died, six feet underground) And ain't no Bible, at this here Church, no You won't find God no, might meet Him first, aw Oh God, look out Nobody wanted to leave House so packed that we couldn't even breathe And ain't no better place to fall in love Angel sent from Heaven above Swing down and come change your life You might make a baby, might meet your wife But one sure thing that you're gonna say "Deep down South there's a 'lil old place Them Idlewild cats, man, they don't play Don't make me send a telegram to Rooster, he'll shoot ya." "You better come harder than that, sweetie...this ain't no mortuary!" And you don't want to take it to the gat so soon (Still stick it to the) Jenkins waitin' in the upper room 'Till ya make her say her prayers You some players but you made us mashed potato That potato, blast you hater, blast the gator So you might just wanna kick back and drink goose Take that to ya woman, relax, break loose Cuff her soon, if she choose, she gon' walk away from you Straight to the Rooster, 'cause he's co*k-a-doodle-cool, what they do fool Moonshine run, the small town, crap shootin' all time Phat you and that's gotta matchin' suit and hat (All casper suing kinda robbers out da wild) Time to break it on, break it on down, now Percival, take it on out Say whoa Nelly, whoa Nelly Say whoa Pappy, whoa Pappy Say whoa Mammy, whoa Mammy Say whoa Pappy, whoa, everybody get up No, no, no, no get down Everybody get up No, no, no, no get down Everybody get up No, no, no, no get down