[Intro: André 3000]
P-p-p-p-p-p-party
Niggas in the point ain't changed
Niggas in the point ain't change, yeah
[Verse 1: André 3000]
A nigga ready from the get-go (Blaow, blaow, blaow)
Y'all hear my shit go, it's André
Can your punk ass come out to play? Say
Stay in your little hole, then coward, duck your head
"You don't know who you be fuckin' with, you's 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
Pussy-footin' around be gettin' y'all nowhere but stuck
Nowhere to duck, bullets flyin', niggas dyin'
By gettin' 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 (Naw, naw), I take that back, that's my problem
Turnin' and walkin' away just ain't gon' work when they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up, nigga, if you want some
[Chorus: OutKast & Big Boi]
Yeah, yeah
Ain't no thing but a chicken wing
We's havin' a smoke-out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just the pimps, players, mack daddies, East Point
It's all about that cess in your chest (It's the joint)
Ain't no thing but a chicken wing
We's havin' a smoke-out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just the pimps, players, mack daddies, East Point
It's all about that cess in your chest (It's the joint)
P-p-p-p-p-p-party
Niggas in the point ain't changed
Niggas in the point ain't change, yeah
[Verse 1: André 3000]
A nigga ready from the get-go (Blaow, blaow, blaow)
Y'all hear my shit go, it's André
Can your punk ass come out to play? Say
Stay in your little hole, then coward, duck your head
"You don't know who you be fuckin' with, you's 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
Pussy-footin' around be gettin' y'all nowhere but stuck
Nowhere to duck, bullets flyin', niggas dyin'
By gettin' 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 (Naw, naw), I take that back, that's my problem
Turnin' and walkin' away just ain't gon' work when they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up, nigga, if you want some
[Chorus: OutKast & Big Boi]
Yeah, yeah
Ain't no thing but a chicken wing
We's havin' a smoke-out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just the pimps, players, mack daddies, East Point
It's all about that cess in your chest (It's the joint)
Ain't no thing but a chicken wing
We's havin' a smoke-out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just the pimps, players, mack daddies, East Point
It's all about that cess in your chest (It's the joint)
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