Verse One: Big Boi

Well it`s the M - I - crooked letter, ain`t no one better
And when I`m on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause I`m cooler than a polar bear`s toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talkin that shit
Bend, corner`s like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve
I heard it`s not where you`re from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it`s not what you make but how much you spent
you got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut I`m not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, like I`m out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin` shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It`s that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don`t listen
Givin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

Chorus: Andre (repeat 2X)

Now throw your hands in the air
And wave `em like you just don`t care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody say O-Yea-yer

Verse Two: Andre