[Intro: Cee-Lo Green]
I hear voices
[Verse 1: André 3000]
I'll be comin' around the ghetto when I come kickin' one for the treble
Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the Devil or whatever
I'm pickin' 'em up and throwin' 'em down like dishes
Call me Kenny Anderson 'cause I slam the sons of bitches
I ain't braggin', folks draggin' me up and down the road (Yeah)
They'll be fucked up when I gets into my clownin' mode
Then cut the clown up on they ass like Bozo
Oh, no, then dance on top of they asses like Jo Jo Dancer
Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer
Come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer
But the question, "Should we take that bullshit from them people?"
I'm makin' 300 on my SAT, yet I am equal
Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous
I've had it up to forehead of suckers tryna serve us
To graduate is really becomin' a very stressful journey
I feel like a steerin' wheel, for them is tryin' to turn me
Into a hatemonger, and I'm wishin' and I wonder
Damn, will I graduate before I hit the summer?
I think not, Officer Friendly tryna dig up in me
He said I'm half-assed and got no future and so he sent me
Up the creek and shit, strokin' like hell without no paddle
But niggas is gettin' smart, we back on the saddle
No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some years
It's the call of the wild, nigga, uh, there it is
I hear voices
[Verse 1: André 3000]
I'll be comin' around the ghetto when I come kickin' one for the treble
Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the Devil or whatever
I'm pickin' 'em up and throwin' 'em down like dishes
Call me Kenny Anderson 'cause I slam the sons of bitches
I ain't braggin', folks draggin' me up and down the road (Yeah)
They'll be fucked up when I gets into my clownin' mode
Then cut the clown up on they ass like Bozo
Oh, no, then dance on top of they asses like Jo Jo Dancer
Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer
Come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer
But the question, "Should we take that bullshit from them people?"
I'm makin' 300 on my SAT, yet I am equal
Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous
I've had it up to forehead of suckers tryna serve us
To graduate is really becomin' a very stressful journey
I feel like a steerin' wheel, for them is tryin' to turn me
Into a hatemonger, and I'm wishin' and I wonder
Damn, will I graduate before I hit the summer?
I think not, Officer Friendly tryna dig up in me
He said I'm half-assed and got no future and so he sent me
Up the creek and shit, strokin' like hell without no paddle
But niggas is gettin' smart, we back on the saddle
No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some years
It's the call of the wild, nigga, uh, there it is
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