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    ATLiens

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    ATLiens
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    By OutKast

      About "ATLiens"

      Lyrics for OutKast - "ATLiens"

      Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
      And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
      Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
      Oh hell, there he go again talking that shit
      Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
      And now you bout to see this Southern player serve
      I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent
      Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent
      You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
      Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
      So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles
      It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
      Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
      It's that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
      And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen
      Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

      Now throw your hands in the air
      And wave 'em like you just don't care
      And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
      Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

      Now throw your hands in the air
      And wave 'em like you just don't care
      And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
      Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

      Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral stimulation
      To the female gender, ain't nothin better
      Let me know when it's wet enough to enter
      If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on
      If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome
      Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
      I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
      Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
      The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky
      Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
      I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie
      Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?
      Now everybody say

      Now throw your hands in the air
      And wave 'em like you just don't care
      And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
      Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

      Now throw your hands in the air
      And wave 'em like you just don't care
      And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
      Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

      Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school
      Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool
      Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
      Honey I'm home but I'm not married
      Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated
      And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just made it
      Like you made the B team
      And like the daddy's wife you making the coffee
      You heard the A-T-L-iens
      So back the hell up off me

      Softly as if I played piano in the dark
      Found a way to channel my anger not to embark
      The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part
      God works in mysterious ways so when he starts
      The job of speaking through us we be so sincere with this here
      No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
      Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon
      That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

      Now throw your hands in the air
      And wave 'em like you just don't care
      And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
      Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

      Now throw your hands in the air
      And wave 'em like you just don't care
      And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
      Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

      SONGWRITERS:
      ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON
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