Andre 3000 - You Ain't No DJ lyrics

[Intro] Boy stop, you ain't no DJ [Verse 1: Big Boi] I double dare, matter of fact n***a, I double dog dare Any rapper to take it there with this player here Let's be clear, I'm a leader, not your peer Valedictorian of this rap sh** every year Like beer and pretzels with the game I go good I'm the Hansel to your Gretel You'se a dame, understood Overstand ho a** n***a from my hood I'm embarra**ed by the lack of cla** Sat in the back of cla** But pa**ed with flying colors with yo backwards a** You're like the caboose And I'm the engine locomotive to let loose steam in the booth, scream Dream Team, n***a f** that pillow talk, keep sleeping While beating down yo street up in that green thing Greetings, Earthlings I've been lurking deep in the shadows Gathering artillery for the battle Now on the front line I stand Microphone in my right hand, left foot on the gas Don't make me put my foot in yo a** [Hook: Big Boi] Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them f**ing mixtapes Where they at? Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay There they go [Verse 2: Yelawolf] My momma gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream And God said look for the burning bush Now I turned to weed So I jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burning trees Hard white, I trickle nickel bags Ice cold true sh**, in the booth with blue lips On your grave like a tulip In the bar like a pool stick 808 Toomp sh**, Magic Mike, poof b**h Ain't nowhere to rest, nowhere for you to sit I stole your couch and I took your truck to move it with Sofa any one of you wanna get to' up I'mma tattoo Kodak you, close up Ain't no UFO, no Yela's a supernova Dogs are barking as soon as that trooper roll up 30 aught 6 Momma, don't gotta load up Cause I'm from The Varsity, it may be hard to get RC Cola, hold up [Hook] [Verse 3: Yelawolf] Yeah and I Party in poverty with people like Yeah you're famous so what I bet you can't hitch that semi up to this tow truck Rich with a hundred dollars Soul like a batch of collards Yeah, I'm pale but I'll impale you with an Impala Roll with pimp scholars, ATLiens A-L-A-B-A-M-A agains Come and check my weight again Baby I know I ain't that crazy The scale says heavy Must be my dick the way b**hes been hanging on it lately [Verse 4: Big Boi] Yeah, we stay banging on the daily, soul funk crusader maybe Tailored alligator soufflé Escalade all in yo' ladies Space invader, I'm the lyrical Darth Vader Give thanks, p**y n***a I don't expose you as a hater Got Decatur, East Point, College Park and the SWATs Campbellton Road closed, road block, watch out for the cops Gotta think outside the box, know how to connect the dots Fore somebody hit the jackpot playing in your slot, boy stop [Hook]