OutKast - PJ & Rooster lyrics
[OutKast - PJ & Rooster lyrics]
Hey Percy Jr, Percy Jr wha-wha-what's that
What's that you playin?
Workin on somethin new
Sound like some bullshit
I mean you really think the
Audience is gonna appreciate that?
Well, Rooster say I can play what I wanna
No, never mind anything that Rooster tell ya
You gonna play the stuff I like, okay?
Ain't nobody like my style, yeah
I light my fire, yeah
(I light my fire, I light my fire)
They blow it out, yeah
(They blew it out, they blew it out)
And don't nobody gonna feel like that, no
Monkeys on my back crawl
Now watch them all fall gon' fall! Look out!
Nobody wanted to dance
When I had a lot of time on my hands
Now I gotta lot of hands on my time
And everybody wanna be a friend of mine
Whoa, whoa! I wouldn't mind a friend
The fellas back home all tryna win
Moon keeps shining on bootleg bottles
Cops in the street
Keep yo' feet on the throttle
Sellin' what you got, can't afford they model
Yellin, "Go PJ, go!"
Ain't no Idle everything is Wild, yeah
You can be here now, yeah
(Soon as you turn around)
Be in the ground, yeah
(Four, five, six feet underground)
And ain't no bible at this here church, no
You won't find God, no
Might meet Him first, oh oh, God! Look out!
Nobody wanted to leave
House so packed that we couldn't even breathe
And ain't no better place to fall in love
Angels sent from heaven above
Swing down! They gon' change ya life
You might make a baby, might meet ya wife
But one sure thing that you gonna say
Deep down south rustling in yo' place
Them Idlewild cats man they don't play
Don't make me send the telegram to Rooster
He'll shoot ya
You better come harder than that sweetie!
This ain't no mortuary!
And you don't wanna take it
To the gat so soon stinkin to ya Jenkins
Waiting in the upper room
Tell ya maker, say ya prayers
We some playas but you made us
Mashed potatoes, bad potato, blast you hater
Blast the gator so you might just wanna kick
Back and drink roots
Take hat to ya woman, relax, break loose
Cause pret' soon if she choose
She gon' walk away from you
Straight to the Rooster cause
He's cock-a doodle poo what they do fool?
Who's tryna run a small time crap shooting
All time fat chewing
Hats got the matching suit and lens
All cats pursuing, kinda wild, it's Idlewild
Time to break it on, break it on down now
Percival take it on out!
Say whoa Mammy! whoa Mammy!
Say whoa Pappy! whoa Pappy!
Say whoa Mammy! whoa Mammy!
Say whoa Pappy! whoaaa!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
What's that you playin?
Workin on somethin new
Sound like some bullshit
I mean you really think the
Audience is gonna appreciate that?
Well, Rooster say I can play what I wanna
No, never mind anything that Rooster tell ya
You gonna play the stuff I like, okay?
Ain't nobody like my style, yeah
I light my fire, yeah
(I light my fire, I light my fire)
They blow it out, yeah
(They blew it out, they blew it out)
And don't nobody gonna feel like that, no
Monkeys on my back crawl
Now watch them all fall gon' fall! Look out!
Nobody wanted to dance
When I had a lot of time on my hands
Now I gotta lot of hands on my time
And everybody wanna be a friend of mine
Whoa, whoa! I wouldn't mind a friend
The fellas back home all tryna win
Moon keeps shining on bootleg bottles
Cops in the street
Keep yo' feet on the throttle
Sellin' what you got, can't afford they model
Yellin, "Go PJ, go!"
Ain't no Idle everything is Wild, yeah
You can be here now, yeah
(Soon as you turn around)
Be in the ground, yeah
(Four, five, six feet underground)
And ain't no bible at this here church, no
You won't find God, no
Might meet Him first, oh oh, God! Look out!
Nobody wanted to leave
House so packed that we couldn't even breathe
And ain't no better place to fall in love
Angels sent from heaven above
Swing down! They gon' change ya life
You might make a baby, might meet ya wife
But one sure thing that you gonna say
Deep down south rustling in yo' place
Them Idlewild cats man they don't play
Don't make me send the telegram to Rooster
He'll shoot ya
You better come harder than that sweetie!
This ain't no mortuary!
And you don't wanna take it
To the gat so soon stinkin to ya Jenkins
Waiting in the upper room
Tell ya maker, say ya prayers
We some playas but you made us
Mashed potatoes, bad potato, blast you hater
Blast the gator so you might just wanna kick
Back and drink roots
Take hat to ya woman, relax, break loose
Cause pret' soon if she choose
She gon' walk away from you
Straight to the Rooster cause
He's cock-a doodle poo what they do fool?
Who's tryna run a small time crap shooting
All time fat chewing
Hats got the matching suit and lens
All cats pursuing, kinda wild, it's Idlewild
Time to break it on, break it on down now
Percival take it on out!
Say whoa Mammy! whoa Mammy!
Say whoa Pappy! whoa Pappy!
Say whoa Mammy! whoa Mammy!
Say whoa Pappy! whoaaa!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!
Everybody get up! Aww, naw, naw, naw
Get down!