Chris Carmouche - PJ & Rooster lyrics

[Trumpet] Hey Percy Jr., Percy Jr... wha-wha-what's that, what's that you playin? [Percy Jr.] Workin on somethin new [Trumpet] Sound like some bullsh**, I mean you really think the audience Is gonna appreciate that? [Percy Jr.] Well Rooster say I can play what I wanna [Trumpet] No, nevermind anything that Rooster tell ya, you gonna play the Stuff I like, okay? [Andre 3000] Ain't noboodddyyy like my style, yeah I light my fire, yeah (I light my fire, I light my fire!) They blow it out, yeah (They blow it out, they blow it out!) And don't nobooddyyy gonna feel like that, no Monkeys on back crawl Now watch them all fall Gon' fall! Look out! [Hook One: Andre 3000] 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 DJ, go!" [Andre 3000] Ain't no Idddllleee;everything is Wild, yeah You can be here now, yeah (Sometimes you turn around) Be in the ground, yeah (Or die six feet underground) And ain't no bibllleee at this here church, no You won't find God, no Might meet Him first, oh Oh, God! Look out! [Hook Two: Andre 3000] 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 [Taffy] You better come harder than that sweetie! This ain't no mortuary! [Big Boi] 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 co*k-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! [Andre 3000] Say whoa Mammy!... whoa Mammy! Say whoa Pappy!... whoa Pappy! Say whoa Mammy!... whoa Mammy! Say whoa Pappy!... whoa Pappy! 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! [Horn sounds play 'til fade]