OutKast - ATLiens lyrics

Check it well it's the M-Icrooked 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 talking 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 spent
You got me bent like
Elbows, amongst other things
But I'm not worried
'Cause when we step up in
The party like a mouse, you scurry
So go get your fucking shine box
And your sack of nickels


It tickles to see you try
To be like Mr pickles
Daddy Fat Sax, B-IG 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
Giving the shout-out to my Uncle
Darnell 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 grit's
And all that pimp shit
Everybody let me hear you say, "O-Yea-yer"
Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grit's
And all that pimp shit
Everybody let me hear you say, "O-Yea-yer"

Now, my oral illustration be
Like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't nothing 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 beat the
Odds regardless of the skin tone?
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?
They alienate-us cause we different keep
Your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice
What I 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

Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grit's
And all that pimp shit
Everybody let me hear you say, "O-Yea-yer"
Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grit's
And all that pimp shit
Everybody let me hear you say, "O-Yea-yer"

Every day I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at
The Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N
Cause 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 frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of
The month I just made it
Like you made the B team
And like your daddy's wife
You making that 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 now to embark
The world's a stage and everybody
Gots to play their part
God works in mysterious ways
So when he starts
The job of speaking 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 grit's
And all that pimp shit
Everybody let me hear you say, "O-Yea-yer"
Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grit's
And all that pimp shit
Everybody let me hear you say, "O-Yea-yer"