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