Written by organized noise, andre benjamin, antwan patton (1994)Performed by outkastOh yes I love her like egyptian, want a description, my royal highnessSo many plusses when I bust that there can’t be no minusWent from yellin’ crickets and crows, bitches and hos to queen thangsOver the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangsLike kilroy, chill boi because them folks might think you softTalkin’ like that, man fuck them niggaz I’m goin offAnd comin’ right back, like boomerangs when you throw ’emWith these old ghetto poems, bankhead is better for ’emWhen they can let they throw ’em, down from hitchikin’ and bitin’ niggazUntil the temple they call the body, now everybody got itHad it, talked about it amongst they friendsComin’ around my crew lookin’ jazzy, wanna pretendLike you ms. goodie, four-shoes, even bo knew, that you got caughtLike accupuncture patients while our nation is a boatStraight sinkin’, I hate thinkin’ that these the future mommasOf our chillun, they fuckin’ a different nigga every timeThey get the feelin’ to, I’m willin’ to go the extra kilo-meterJust to see my senorita get her pillowOn the side of my bed where no good ever stayHouse and doctor was the games we used to playBut now it’s real jazzy belleSee what if you was a playa real playa not no slouchHavin’ the very best of life lots of steak and perignonSmokin’ an ounce of weed yeah every single day was personal freaknikFreakin’ these hoes in polo clothes life as you conceived itBut your conception, deception, lookin’ into your watch I seeYou weapon and it’s depressin, they’re diggin’ up in your thighsLeavin’ deposits keep your closets open not your boots and drawersHopin’ to get you sprung like bell-bottoms, steadily callin’ me antwan’cause you thinkin’ that you my lady bitch don’t play me ’cause you’re chankyI wanted to hit that ass but me and the goodie we got dankySo thank thee, you runnin’ that southerplayalistic gameYou was the only one to blame, a nigga don’t even know yo’ nameIt’s a shame, you crackin’ em up and fuckin’ a nigga like tupac upI’m leavin these foes to be the flowers and wake don’t get me seeI gotta be feedin’ my daughter, teach her to be that natural woman’cause you’ll be waiting to exhale while you other hos beDumb and dumber, yeah you know what I’m sayin’? One two, yessss, ummkay, check this out right here nowSee me ain’t no good, in the black on black ¡®llac no starWindows are tinted so that no one knows who us areTalk bad about her nigga guaranteed to snap like braStrap stickin’ together like grandma and grandpa-paIn this dog eat dog world, kitty cats be scratchin’ on myFurry coat to curl, up with me and my bowl of kibbles and bitsI want to earl, cause most of the girls that we was likinIn high school, now they dykein’ - nasty bitchHavin’ no mercy for the disrespect-ful ones, someBe hangin’ around the crew lookin’ for funds, dumbDeaf and fine, they be, askin’ me all about mineHow she doin’ how she be, I know she’s sippin’ that wineBehind my back they skwak like vulturesOff and on like trendz of cultures babyHey he, fakin’ it like these sculptured, nailsBut they can go to hell and lay with lucifer’cause they burnin anyway, big boi user and abuser--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Remix:Oh yes I love her like egyptian, want a description, my royal highnessSo many plusses when I bust that there can’t be no minusWent from yellin’ crickets and crows, bitches and hos to queen thangsOver the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangsLike kilroy, chill boi because them folks might think you softTalkin’ like that, man fuck them niggaz I’m goin offAnd comin’ right back, like boomerangs when you throw ’emWith these old ghetto poems, bankhead is better for ’emWhen they can let they throw ’em, down from hitchikin’ and bitin’ niggazUntil the temple they call the body, now everybody got itHad it, talked about it amongst they friendsComin’ around my crew lookin’ jazzy, wanna pretendLike you ms. goodie, four-shoes, even bo knew, that you got caughtLike accupuncture patients while our nation is a boatStraight sinkin’, I hate thinkin’ that these the future mommasOf our chillun, they fuckin’ a different nigga every timeThey get the feelin’ to, I’m willin’ to go the extra kilo-meterJust to see my senorita get her pillowOn the side of my bed where no good ever stayHouse and doctor was the games we used to playBut now it’s real jazzy belleJazzy belleIf you really want to be my starMaybe we can mend a broken heartJazzy belleIf you really want to be my booStraighten up yo shit, I’ll be with youSee what if you was a playa real playa not no slouchHavin’ the very best of life lots of steak and perignonSmokin’ an ounce of weed yeah every single day was personal freaknikFreakin’ these hoes in polo clothes life as you conceived itBut your conception, deception, lookin’ into your watch I seeYou weapon and it’s depressin, they’re diggin’ up in your thighsLeavin’ deposits keep your closets open not your boots and drawersHopin’ to get you sprung like bell-bottoms, steadily callin’ me antwan’cause you thinkin’ that you my lady bitch don’t play me ’cause you’re chankyI wanted to hit that ass but me and the goodie we got dankySo thank thee, you runnin’ that southerplayalistic gameYou was the only one to blame, a nigga don’t even know yo’ nameIt’s a shame, you crackin’ em up and fuckin’ a nigga like tupac upI’m leavin these foes to be the flowers and wake don’t get me seeI gotta be feedin’ my daughter, teach her to be that natural woman’cause you’ll be waiting to exhale while you other hos beDumb and dumberHookOne two, yessss, ummkay, check this out right here nowSee me ain’t no good, in the black on black ¡®llac no starWindows are tinted so that no one knows who us areTalk bad about her nigga guaranteed to snap like braStrap stickin’ together like grandma and grandpa-paIn this dog eat dog world, kitty cats be scratchin’ on myFurry coat to curl, up with me and my bowl of kibbles and bitsI want to earl, cause most of the girls that we was likin’In high school, now they dykein’ - nasty bitchHavin’ no mercy for the disrespect-ful ones, someBe hangin’ around the crew lookin’ for funds, dumbDeaf and fine, they be, askin’ me all about mineHow she doin’ how she be, I know she’s sippin’ that wineBehind my back they skwak like vulturesOff and on like trendz of cultures babyHey he, fakin’ it like these sculptured, nailsBut they can go to hell and lay with lucifer’cause they burnin anyway, big boi user and abuserHookHook