Something's gotta give!
    Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? Uhh
  Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood
  Martin luther king, bankhead
    [Verse One: Big Boi]
    Under-cover, over da hills and thru tha woods I go
  Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
  But not no guillotine see, we be them southern playas
  Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now
  You up to par and ready fo yo lesson
  I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let's crank up a session
  Like Tri-City high school, was pullin em in a broke down Rabbit
  I spit a couple of words and layin em down was just a habit
  Just like smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we rolled up
  Talkin about the click will get you laid down hella swoled up
  Hootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek wit Isotoners
  And went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner
  Tell em Big Boi did it; I swear that nigga be rhymin
  Every lyric that he spit be turnin charcoals into Diamonds and Pearls
  Girl when you givin up them draws, cause
  I got a couple of niggaz down the hall
  That wanna hit it too, I'm not the type to be actin selfish
  Set it out and let it out and I'll be right back just like Elvis
  Cause the postman rings twice...
  Hey Mr. Postman....
    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    power, power, I come gimme some
  tha deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
  put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car
  let's travel far, tha southern star shines
    [Verse Two: Dre]
    Everybody wanna get signed, but (here to tell you)
  record companies act like pimps
  Gettin paid off what we made when we the ones that's fly like blimps
  But ain't no Goodyear, I tell it like it is so I'm like look here
  Just willin to get what I deserve my kids to have a mother
  and a little house, with a dog in the backyard goin "woof-woof"
  Who knows what I'ma say soon's I leave this recording booth
  Poof, back in the real world where birds fly
  From Miami by way of Cuba to whoever wants to get that high
  There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's
  Pro-jects, packed with playas meditating on their knees
  Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef, you won't believe
  The shit that niggaz attempt cause they got other mouths to feed
  besides they own
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three: Big Boi]
    There's some hoes in this house, damn right
  I'm thinkin about the way you skull me, guzz me
  Suckin me dry like deserts Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honeydips
  Likin the way you do me, screw me it make my money flip
  Shakin that ass for daddy puttin this gas off in my Cadi-llac
  Back, don't ever snap, packin the gats and pimpin whores
  Hors d'oevres, swerve, hit the curb because I'm reckless
  Back in the days when I was broke I'd snatch your fuckin necklace
  You ol' pussy-ass nigga... yeah