And wave 'em like you just don't care
Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer
Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome
Givin' the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison
So go get your fuckin' shine box and your sack of nickles
And now you 'bout to see this Southern playa serve
Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer
Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
Now throw your hands in the air
Or will it feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Bend, corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on
Honey I'm home but I'm not married
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
And now I'm sittin' at the end of the month I just made it
It's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye
Now throw your hands in the air
Softly as if I played piano in the dark
'Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out you scurry
And wave 'em like you just don't care
Like E S to the P N, 'cause we adjust to the beat in the zone
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spend
You heard the ATLiens so back the hell up off me
Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation
Let me know when it's wet enough to enter
Found a way to channel my anger not to embark
God works in mysterious ways so when he starts
Oh Hell, there he go again talkin' that shit
Now throw your hands in the air
'Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what I preach and don't lie
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
And wave 'em like you just don't care
Now throw your hands in the air
Now throw your hands in the air
Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay?
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
And wave 'em like you just don't care
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? Now everybody say
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Thinkin' about the second album at the Dungeon shootin' pool
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
To the female gender, ain't nothin' better
The world's a stage and everybody gots to play they part
Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer
The job of speakin' through us we be so sincere with this here
Daddy fat sacks, B I G B O I
And wave 'em like you just don't care
The daddy's wife you makin' the coffee
Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer
The alienators 'cause we different keep your hands to the sky
Like you made the B team and like
I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now throw your hands in the air
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon
