Mr. DJ - Ain't No Thang lyrics

[Produced by Organized Noize] [Intro: André 3000] n***as in the point ain't changed n***as in the point ain't changed Yeah... [Beat switch] [Verse 1: André 3000] A n***a ready from the get go [blow, blow, blow] Y'all hear my sh** go, it's Andre Can yo punk a** come out to play Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head You don't know who you be f**ing with you'se better off, dead Is what I say, best run the other way In case of physical breakdown, y'all can break now My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp Make yourself exempt p**y footing around don't be getting y'all nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, bullets fly, n***as die By getting blasted, how drastic They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do But naw, I take that back, that's my problem Turning and walking away, this ain't gon work when they be robbing As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my lonesome Step up n***a, if you want some [Hook] (x2) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point) It's all about that cess in yo chest (it's the joint) [Verse 2: Big Boi] Well n***a, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits It's that n***a down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits I'm quick to stop a s**a flow like menopause at 50 Original ghetto ba*tard, so now I makes a switch I used to sell dope, but in 1994 I'm making Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscing About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens She had me making better grades to make a better life But I never had no love or respect, cause we's gon' be alright I ran the streets and broke my curfew cause I gave a sh** I carried guns and butcher knives cause I was steadily in the mix Yeah, it was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now I call the wild because it's time to take the streets So if you ain't got the vertebrae or big enough nuts, retreat I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal Just an international playa, coming through your stereo [Hook] [Verse 3: André 3000] 3-5-7 to your forehead There'll be mo' dead cause I'm a pro, kid But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me My nine be doing fine until these n***as wants to clear me off my street But in my hood hood, they hollering ghetto Don't got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you Ain't sh** that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew On the concrete, remember when we ran deep Remember at the party when we served them n***as dandy They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me Tripping with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me One is in the air and one is the chamber Y'all ask me what the f** I'm doing, I'm releasing anger Quick to dodge danger, I'm taking it one day At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way You can sway with Andre, I'll take it to the Ho-Jo, b**h Just let you know, yeah [Hook] [Verse 4: Big Boi] It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm traveling Do more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac I got that n***a Dre, he riding shotgun And got my pump under my seat In case these youngsters wanna have some fun I'd do it if I have to, busting caps with this a heater Load it clip up after clip, I'm packing my gauge, if I feel it The Glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters See I be busting caps like my amp be busting speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast you You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster 1-2-3, you need to think about the future Before I shoot your a** and dilute your blood with lead From my hollow tips, I'll send you to an early grave You f**ing slave, you better try another way To take me out, is truly something difficult Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke I'm out of bullets letting loose my last clip I'ma kick you in your a** and your n***a getting pistol whipped You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do [Hook] [Outro : Big Boi] Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the motherf**ing Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the n***as Around the East Point way College Park is really on the map We coming around Atlanta and the n***as are really strapped With the mothaf**ing guns and the motherf**ing Glocks The heaters, the gats n***a, don't fear it and it don't stop