(feat. Oddisee) 



[Intro: Oddisee] 

Man, Tay.. Bout time y'all came out as y'all man 

I told you Georgia Ave., they be POPPIN' shawty 

You don't e'en know, be a rack of broads out this joint from high 

ykahmsayin? 

They bring 'em from all over, ykahmsayin? And good wit that bop 

You know what it is doe, mama sauce and chicken wangs 

It ain't a thang huh man, let's go.. 



[Phonte:] 

Uh, she got that thang about her 

The type of thang that make a nigga wanna sang about her 

and when he sang, the whole crowd sang along about her 

And when he get off the stage, he gon kick off his A's and tell his mom about her 

So single and carefree, all the ballas willing to pay like a hairpiece 

But she don't want no drama 'bout her 

Cause when she get a man, that nigga understand 

he walkin through the mall wit his arm around her 

I used to see her in the back of my mind, all the various times 

and be like, "Damn, mama!"; even my grandfather 

say you was the marryin kind, not conceited 

She just act stuck-up, to we not the fuck-ups 

Cause to her it's more important, like the old folks say 

"Boy it's more than courtin' when the seasons change 

Then you need to change, and she be your umbrella in the freezin rain" 

Now do your thang, mama 



[Chorus: Phonte singing] 

The, way you walk 

The, way you're talkin to me 

Got me de-luuuuuusional 

(Just want you to know you're, very special) 

The, way you walk 

The, way you're talkin to me 

Got me de-luuuuuusional 

(And I wanna sing a song about youuuuuu) 



[Rapper Big Pooh:] 

You talkin good young'n 

I mean I'm hearin all the things like you talkin somethin 

I mean I'm hearin what you sayin and the things you wantin 

Sayin I could give 'em to you, ain't no need in frontin' 

You was stuck on the image, you ain't seen me comin 

Work hard for everything, you don't see me stuntin 

Pooh a whole runt here that won't catch me ?buttin? 

I said all that to really say this young'n 

You're worth more than a dime 

See you everyday but it's not enough time 

I'm a wordsmith, couldn't find the right lines 

Beauty's skin deep, call the goods behind the blinds 

Point them other niggaz to the back of the line 

Now I'm thinkin change, couple carats in your future 

Glass window-stained, at the summertime spot where the couples hang 

Gettin ahead of myself, girl do ya thang 

Gon do ya thang, gon do it.. 



[Chorus] 



[Oddisee:] 

Where it said looks don't matter turned a blind eye to beauty 

A thin waistline and a giant wide booty 

Lemme keep it conscious, I'm diggin on a cutie 

who's doin sumthin to me, not a floozy wit da NA-AHH 

Back on that ig'nant, forget Miss Amurrican 

The universe spittin this here for Miss Thickness 

So D.C. - so polite and chocolate-dury 

Young'n on The Ave., got me sites the goddess… 



[Phonte: singing] 

She's the one, you call on when you need a friend (need a friend) 

And EVERY-body wants to know her naaaaaame 

When you're down and out, she let you hold a twenty to Friday 

(Every first day from tennnn) 

Miss Sexy Girl, just want you to come my way, ohhhh-hhh, yeah 



[Chorus]