Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik OutKast

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
Well, it's the M-I-crooked letter, comin' around the South
Rollin' straight Hammers and Vogues in that old Southern slouch
Please, ain't nothin' but incense in my atmosphere
I'm bendin' corners in my 'Lac, boy, 'cause that's how we be rollin' here
Deep, the slang is in effect because it's Georgia
Kickin' the khakis and Adidas, packin' your heaters 'cause you supposed to, cousin
Catfish and grits is how my flow flows
Rollin' steady in that Caddy, but them fifty bottles got to go
See, juice and gin used to be my friend from the beginnin'
Now I'm just a player, sippin' sauce every now and then
To catch a buzz like a bumble bee
Niggas who tried to fuck with me
Get sprayed like Raid 'cause it ain't nothin' to see

[Verse 2: André 3000]
My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock
No, my heart don't pump no Kool-Aid
Jump and you'll get too sprayed
Who raise your block? The one and only OutKast
Many a niggas fallin' fast and
I continue blastin'
Swiftly, they ain't gon' get me, got somethin' for 'em
The devil up in your grill and you still don't even know him
Show him who's the okay
Like collard greens and hoecakes, I got soul
That's somethin' that you ain't got
That's why your style is rotten, stop in the land of ATL
Where nothin' but pimps fully equipped quick to make a sale
Swell, swollen, got my pockets, business boomin' like rockets
Folks try to stop it, but they know that it's that