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, corners 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 spend      You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but 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      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   Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer      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   Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer      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      If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome   Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone   Or will it feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on   Or will it give a fuck 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 I preach and don't 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      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   Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer      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   Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer      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, 'cause we adjust to the beat in the zone   Honey I'm home but I'm not married      Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated   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 ATLiens 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 gots to play they 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?      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   Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer      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   Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer