Big Boi - Benz or Beamer lyrics

{"It all started at an accident scene on Bankhead and Ashby It's not clear if the suspect caused it; it is clear he wielded A hammer and told ..... to get out of his car."} [Verse One] [Big Boi] Yeah, yeah check it From alligator belts to patty melts I be that smoothest n***a So how do you figga that Atlanta don't be pullin dem triggas The Southernplayalistic pimp is up in this b**h Man, my folkers up on that track, complimentin that wickedness See one is for the money two is for my n***as who jack n***as ain't takin that sh** no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna be startin now? I'm pissin up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave that cracker was foul [Andre] Too close for comfort, too close to home Too close to be playin yo a** so hey why don't you get yo' own As long, as I got this legally People see that we can be on top of things without causin' another n***a sorrow I know it seems it ain't enough to go around But keep on holdin on like Goodie Mob cause it's a better day tomorrow That's all I can say, can't tell the future Tomorrow's another day but today, they just might shoot you For your ride, f** your pride, hah better be out your seat Quick and snappy with a happy face before you bleed Ask me, if that material sh** is worth yo' life I don't know about yours but if so you smokin pipes right [Hook 4X] Either want a Benz or a Beamer [Verse Two] [Andre] Deep in the dungeon for these many months Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pa** around dem blunts Had to cut it out like shears, but for years I used to burn 'em Gettin deep off in my thoughts just to get sh** off my sternum Chest/chess, I never played but made many a moves I still blame it on the session 'cause I can't remember the due I guess, I feel that gettin a Benz is out of the question The world is yellin Hootie Hoo but in my pockets nuthin but Gum and lint, to sum the sh**, up I'm broke Nothin but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you toke [Big Boi] I'm travellin up to Jersey with four keys off in my trunk And thinkin of startin the ways to get that motherf**er crunk See yes I be that n***a that with that sess off in my chest Smokin and tokin them token blacks, that wanted to test See strong n***as survive and the weak n***as they die I never f** no white b**h, I stopped eatin' at pig stys Be activatin that Lo-Jack 'cause the Fleetwood has been stolen Campbellton Road is open, the B-I-G has spoken 'Cause it's like this [Hook] [Verse Three] [Big Boi] I got these thoughts, similar to the ones in Call of the Wild Up in the Benz is where I be doin about a hundred miles The world is fu*kED UP how these n***as be drivin drunk Vehicular homicide with their bodies off in your trunk To me the car does not belong, I use that strong arm robbery Robbin spree, look at me, W-M-B backwards Takin' you to the chop shop with these verses Comin around the projects make you sleep off in dem hearses I got a word of wisdom, for those who must resist You'll be needin a physical therapist, 'cause you can't f** with this [Andre] While you sat down by the seashore thinkin about some seashells I was around the corner from Pleasant Hill thinkin about the V-12 But maybe not for long because I just done seen the light I'm packin my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be alright Just moving the steering wheel side to side like a slalom Now I ain't got no problem, I'm just breakin the steerin column I spot him, in the middle of the MARTA parkin lot I'm hearin a voice in the back of my head yellin "Andre stop!" But do I stop, naw I figure it's a come up But now I'm goin down 'cause the folks wanna run up DAMN!!! [Hook] (*scratched* Mmm...drop) {"These days, the best way to deal with a car jacker Is to simply give them what they want."}