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[Verse 1: Big Boi]
Just another motherfucking day out in Atlanta
It's your nigga, daddy fat
One half of the mighty O
Them playalistic Cadillac
Boys riding through your city
If you with me bring it back
Imma stay styling, wilding
Profiling while sticking to the facts
See 'round here we doin' laps
While some might be feeling trapped
Never hating just graduating
I've been done through the cap
No cap
Do the dash and cruise the map
Do the math
I've been around the world
And I, I, I, I, I am true to that
Now who is that
B. I. G Boi
First generation D boy
I be designated P. I. M. P and you's a peon
Canary yellow diamond in the pinky ring
Now kiss it
Keep it so exquisite, bro official
Hoe, we on a mission
We the [?]
You the toilet paper
Go on and flush it
Told the baddest man to hit the hand
I had to gone and touch it, nigga

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]
Rolling through the city
Got the radio thumping
Just ran up another bag
Can't nobody tell me nothing
How you love that (How you love that)
Tell me how you love that (How you love that)
It feel good to be a player
Baby catch me off in traffic
Got me swervin' all the lanes
Steady dodging all the static
How you love that (How you love that)
Tell me how you love that (How you love that)

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
One time for the money
Two time for the figure
Three times for them bitches
And they bitch ass niggas
I like money, like hoes
Fresh clean clothes
I can speed down Diddy
Still texting with Hov
Put that on me bitch
First name Michael
Ain't shit nigga
But I ain't a damn liar
And I'm really bein' honest
Bitch, you can take it higher
Your dances are trash
And your head ain't fire
Boss bigger, boss bigger
Mean money go getter
Seven figure nigga
Still in the hood with the pistol
But the paper all come
From the pad and the pencil
And the house been paid off
And own twenty rentals
I'm pimping like Pippen
In a Lincoln Continental
Say my name right, hoe
Bitch, Michael fucking Render

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]
Rolling through the city
Got the radio thumping
Just ran up another bag
Can't nobody tell me nothing
How you love that (How you love that)
Tell me how you love that (How you love that)
It feel good to be a player
Baby catch me off in traffic
Got me swervin' all the lanes
Steady dodging all the static
How you love that (How you love that)
Tell me how you love that (How you love that)

[Outro: Big Boi]

Yeah
Soon as we step out the door y'all know what time it is
Know what I'm talking about?
From the tennis shoes to the hard bottoms
All the way up to the cap
And we don't even be cappin'!
You feel me?
Daddy Fat Sax man
Sleepy Brown
It's a dungeon family affair
Broadcasting live from Stankonia
The place where all the funky things come from
Know what I'm talking about? (Are you having a good time?)
You know what we doin' over here man
You feel me?
We gone hit the summer from the back
Yeah, yeah

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