Andre:
Now sittin' in the bathtub listening to the Isley
Brothers and others outside my door want to despise me
Reminds me that everyone ain't cool the world is jealous
Never could understand when my momma use to tell us
"Don't take your food outside around your friends
Unless you got enough to feed the neighborhood"
The play has just began, follow me now
Act 1 scene 2 the date 1/1/96 the time I don't know
Mood disturbed,
Ray goes on to say that they trying to get over like them niggas with the blinker on, I got my thinker on
So I'm like word...
How every you want to act is fine
That is reel as fishing rods I might be kissing God
But I'm still in the battle
so if you got cattle you best be fasting
For 7 days and 7 nights we everlasting
20 years young on a quest to get my class ring
just from them fhite wolks
I will if it's the last thing
I do

Hook:
Everlasting

talking:
Yeah, slick knowhatI'msayin'? I'm gonna tell you like this. Just cause I
live the apartment don't mean you can keep puttin' notes under my
windshield I tell you shortie gonna bust your ass about that shit.

Big Boi:
Hey y'all hey y'all hey y'all hoes
Back up in this bitch rippin' tracks like I'm suppose
Tommy and Ralph Lauren don't like niggas to wear they clothes
Where your proof at? Who's that? Talking that shit like those
Keepin' them rumors up, I wish I lived in a fuckin' cage
I ride the streets in Lexus all these hoes wanna be saved
Go to college get a job because all you want to do is shake
I use to hit club Nikki's but I gave that shit a break
Just like Maaco, Waco, burn it to the ground
I bet you eatin' pork when your partners ain't around
Backdraft scenes of Shaft slapping these hoes
Just like he's suppose to, quote you
"Big Boi is the pimp ass nigga that formed you"
Like pottery, sloppily playin' hoes for lotteries
OutKast did the dirt and now you swear your shit is poppin' see You bit
beats, we makin' hits so give me your flag back
I'm living in the SWATS so you may call me Daddy Fatsacks
Yeah you know what I'm sayin'? Like this. Everlasting

Hook

Big Boi:
One in a million men passing the J off in the courtyard
Don't y'all?
le'ts smoke a couple of pounds and get tore up y'all
And tear the devil headquarters down to the grizzound
Is time we hit house and puff a couple of good pounds
of good weed, feed weed,
my nigga Little be weaved
beneath a 50 box of Phillies and some bouncin' titties
From the Magic the Flame nigg its too hot for sharin' sequals
Never payin' for no pussy
You can shake it you can keep it to your self hoe

Andre:
Hoe
You left your morals at the door,
when you stepped in, crept in naked as babies at the beach so
now you wondering why your nigga done bust you in the fore, head
Ain't no respect there so you just assed out like breech
Delivery slivery got you swung on
these types of things go on from here to Foghorn to London
England, Wall Street to y'all street
Sometimes I get bewildered
and it throws a nigga like me off beat but I'm back on it
Because we last to ever stay hooked on it.
"Rattling" in your trunk like FAMU and the component-
Set that's it....
man fuck that shit
On and on and on and I'm out

Hook




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Thanks to (Dirtt) for correcting these lyrics. Oct 12, 2008