[Intro: Big Boi]
Yeah-yeah
[Verse 1: Big Boi]
I am the wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam
With the AK-cuatro siete over microphone in hand
Goddamn, Generation uno, Dungeon Fam
The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass
I laugh when you think that you have seen the last
But it's only the beginnin', my nigga, don't be so fast
Mash gas or slow it down to a screechin' halt
Impeach the President 'cause he don't think before he talk
Iraq, goddamn, now he gunnin' for Iran
North Korea got that shit that make LA look like Japan
Our land, nah man, more like the Caribbean
Billy Ocean, bodies floatin', take a voyage to Atlantis
[Chorus: Ronald Isley]
I'll always come back to you (Break)
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
They sellin' glass, lean blastin', machinery swing past
Next stop, Bowling Green, bling flashin'
Glow my ass off, po-po, they try to harass
My dough, ching cash, and I sit in my castle, bent
You know the W that come from Dirty Bast
Bird baths, love to stunt, we got burners with gas
Fly past, buy NASA, caught up with the cash
Why blast when you know we in your crib? Bypass
I mastered (What?), the treasurer of gettin' ass
Whip Aston, red pipe and leather, slick nasty
Sassy (Shit), but at the same time raspy
Plug me a thug, your mother eatin' plaster
Yeah-yeah
[Verse 1: Big Boi]
I am the wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam
With the AK-cuatro siete over microphone in hand
Goddamn, Generation uno, Dungeon Fam
The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass
I laugh when you think that you have seen the last
But it's only the beginnin', my nigga, don't be so fast
Mash gas or slow it down to a screechin' halt
Impeach the President 'cause he don't think before he talk
Iraq, goddamn, now he gunnin' for Iran
North Korea got that shit that make LA look like Japan
Our land, nah man, more like the Caribbean
Billy Ocean, bodies floatin', take a voyage to Atlantis
[Chorus: Ronald Isley]
I'll always come back to you (Break)
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
They sellin' glass, lean blastin', machinery swing past
Next stop, Bowling Green, bling flashin'
Glow my ass off, po-po, they try to harass
My dough, ching cash, and I sit in my castle, bent
You know the W that come from Dirty Bast
Bird baths, love to stunt, we got burners with gas
Fly past, buy NASA, caught up with the cash
Why blast when you know we in your crib? Bypass
I mastered (What?), the treasurer of gettin' ass
Whip Aston, red pipe and leather, slick nasty
Sassy (Shit), but at the same time raspy
Plug me a thug, your mother eatin' plaster
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