Atliens lyrics

Artist  : Outkast 
Song : Atliens



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 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 f**kin' 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 motherf**ka 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
Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral
stimulation
to the female gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know when it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world
depends on
Therefore, if not the child we raise gon' have
that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the
skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might
get picked on
Or will it give a f**k about what others say and
get gone
The alienators cause we different keep your hands
to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a
preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of
my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?
Now everybody say...
Chorus
Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre
Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinkin about the second album at the Dungeon
shootin pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cuz we adjust to the beat in
the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems around being fustrated
And now I'm sittin at the end of the month I just
made it
Like you made the B team
And like the daddy's wife you makin the coffee
You heard the A-T-L-iens
So back the hell up off me
Softly as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play
their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he starts
the job of speakin through us we be so sincere
with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear
as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon
that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready
for war okay
Chorus
GDL