(feat. Big Boi (OutKast))

[Big Boi]

Uh-huh, yeah, y'knahmtalkinbout?

A-Town connection right heah

You got Youngbloodz, uhh

featurin Daddy Fatsack, y'knahmtalkinbout?

Outkast, y'knahmtalkinbout?

Yeah, like dis.. check it out



[Chorus: repeat 2X (sung)]



I know you're waitin for daddy, it won't be long shawty

Be patient cause I'm comin to you

Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it easy

I don't want nothin to keep me from you



[J-Bo]

Now the wind blows as I'm on 85, and chiefin good

with a six-pack a that Colt 45 just like I should

And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed tonight

If thangs go right, I'm gon' cut this hoe tonight

So I'ma get a call, from this broad

Run the game like she ain't ready

But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs steady

like Betty Crocker, the face doctor

just as she swallows with passion

So now she braggin, laggin behind

What questions she now be askin, so time is passin

Now I'm mashin on, I'm gone, livin in the world of hoes

So I suppose, it's goin down deep in yo' city

Cause in these parts, ain't nuthin bad hard times

Now shawty, please, really



[Chorus]



[Big Boi]

Sheeeit

I'm lookin for anythang, gonna cut'em up

like everythang, in my stable

Sir Lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able

But these hoes will get on your nerves

Fuck all that kickin 'em to the curb

You lackin that tolerance;

You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' parlor an'

stab out to the cajun crab house

or the Jamaican cat house

or the college, frat house

for the gul you just, mad house that rat house

And get you some scrub, she ain't ya girl

Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi

I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl

Don't, don't be givin no gifts boi

On the first date or the worst date

I'm goin all the way on the first play

Like Hail Mary's to field goals

I think I was put here to drill hoes

For real doe; and while you blowin up my,

bar I'm off in your purse

to get my gas money then I'm back on the 'spressway

And I'm out this verse, geyeah!



[Chorus]



[Sean Paul]

Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me

Met her jes last week, told me that her name was Stacy

Bad lil' bitch, add her straight to my collection

Jump in my 'llac, in my pocket got protection

For thangs to go down, see I ain't playin around

Got a half a tank of gas, I'm 85 Southbound

It's a long ass way, I'm from the 20 side of thangs

She said it's dead serious, hot like some lighter flames

Oh you know how it go, I'm the nigga, she the hoe

She told me some mo', I shut my Cadillac do'

My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground

Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down

Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on no drawers

Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me this broad

I don't know what it is, but shawty fine as hell

Slum-type that I like, straight from A-T-L

Shawty yeah!



[Chorus (to fade)]