(feat. Neil Garrard, Big Rube)




[Big Boi]

With one stroke of the pen I tune in to your satellite radio

or FM station; I've been patiently waitin, to weigh in

Been under construction for two years

But now it's 'bout that time I double-dutch my way in

Left foot, right foot, steppin over biters

It's like the game is haunted cause there's so many ghostwriters

Me, see I'm a lifer with supply that may seem endless

Straight rider like a biker on a chopper with a hitlist

Witness, the nigga that spit that vicious

Pitbull attack shit when it comes to this rap shit

... Daddy Fat Sax (bitch) follow us



[Chorus 2X: Neil Garrard]

Follow us, now

Try to all the way, now

It's not another let, down

Got somethin to say, right now



[Big Boi]

I know some of y'all done wrote a nigga off

Like the leases on these cars and these homes you niggaz thought

you stayed in, with so many bosses why are they still

layin niggaz off they job? Nigga for real

Gon' give a nigga a gig then

Help a brother get up out this pigpen

But nobody wants to keep it pimpin or 110

So with this pen I begin to illustrate from within, boy (boy)



[Neil Garrard]

Paint a pretty picture like I'm chillin with my friends

Everybody's got a pocket full of ends to spend



[Big Boi]

See Picasso couldn't blend, put it all together or fit in

I'm like a crocodile walkin 'round with alligator skin

Yes I'm is, the product of the ghetto where I lived

Call me Spongebob boy (boy) soaked up game as a little bitty kid

And never been a lame, before the fame I was the shit

And now I'm just Big, ya dig?



[Chorus]



[Neil Garrard]

Why don't you come and find out

What this is all, about

I, will only say this once

So, come and follow us



[Big Boi]

See we not even gonna play with 'em either

We gon' la-la-lay it down every fuckin time we see 'em

Make the club get crunk, yea, we them type of people

But wait, it's not a sequel, no wait, it's BB's prequel

The beginnin before the beginnin, spend it how you spend it

Then, if you sell dope nigga stack it when you get it

Can't trick it, or spend it until it's gone

That's slippery business holmes, gon' get you a business loan

C'mon!



[Chorus]



[Outro: Big Rube]

Now I lay you niggaz down

You already sleep so bitch rest in eternal peace

You still scared of the Boogeyman?

I know you hatin but you know you was a 'Kast and a Goodie fan

Ain't no night light, it's light's out

I put these lyrics up your ass so far you never get the mic out

I know who you wanna sound like

With that Fruity Loop bullshit, fuck nigga night-night