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[Big Boi] With one stroke of the pen I tune in to your satellite radio or FM station I've been patiently waiting, to weigh in Been under construction for two years But now it's 'bout that time I double-dutch my way in Left foot, right foot, steppin over biters It's like the game is haunted cause there's so many ghostwriters Me, see I'm a lifer with supply that may seem endless Straight rider like a biker on a chopper with a hitlist Witness the nigga that spit that vicious Pitbull attack shit when it comes to this rap shit ... Daddy Fat Sax, bitch. Follow us [Hook: Neil Garrard] Follow us, now Try to all the way, now It's not another let down Got somethin to say, right now [Big Boi] I know some of y'all done wrote a nigga off Like the leases on these cars and these homes you niggas thought You stayed in, with so many bosses why are they still Layin niggas off they job? Nigga for real Gon' give a nigga a gig then Help a brother get up out this pigpen But nobody wants to keep it pimpin or 110 So with this pen I begin to illustrate from within, boy (boy) [Neil Garrard] Paint a pretty picture like I'm chilling with my friends Everybody's got a pocket full of ends to spend [Big Boi] See Picasso couldn't blend, put it all together or fit in I'm like a crocodile walkin' 'round with alligator skin Yes I'm is, the product of the ghetto where I lived Call me Spongebob boy (boy) soaked up game as a little bitty kid And never been a lame, before the fame I was the shit And now I'm just Big, ya dig? [Hook] [Neil Garrard] Why don't you come and find out What this is all about I will only say this once So, come and follow us [Big Boi] See we not even gonna play with 'em either We gon' la-la-lay it down every fucking time we see 'em Make the club get crunk, yeah, we them type of people But wait, it's not a sequel, no wait, it's BB's prequel The beginnin before the beginnin, spend it how you spend it Then, if you sell dope nigga stack it when you get it Can't trick it, or spend it until it's gone That's slippery business holmes, go get you a business loan C'mon! [Hook] [Outro: Big Rube] Now I lay you niggas down You already sleep so bitch rest in eternal peace You still scared of the Boogeyman? I know you hatin but you know you was a 'Kast and a Goodie fan Ain't no night light, it's light's out I put these lyrics up your ass so far you never get the mic out I know who you wanna sound like With that Fruity Loop bullshit, fuck nigga night-night