[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]