Atliens Lyrics - Atliens - Outkast

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 talkin' that shit 

Bend, corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve 

And now you 'bout to see this Southern playa 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 spend 

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 motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye 

And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen 

Givin' the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison 

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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 

Everybody let me hear you say oh 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 

Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer 

Now, my oral demonstration 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 

Or will it 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 

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The alienators 'cause we different keep your hands to the sky 

Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what I preach and don't 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 

Everybody let me hear you say oh 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 

Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer 

Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school 

Thinkin' about the second album at the Dungeon shootin' pool 

Like E S to the P N, 'cause we adjust to the beat in the zone 

Honey I'm home but I'm not married 

Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated 

And now I'm sittin' at the end of the month I just made it 

Like you made the B team and like 

The daddy's wife you makin' the coffee 

You heard the ATLiens 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 gots to play they part 

God works in mysterious ways so when he starts 

The job of speakin' 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 

Everybody let me hear you say oh 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 

Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer