Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Outkast - Atliens ------------------------------------------ [Verse One: Big Boi] Well itīs the M - I - crooked letter, ainīt no one better And when Iīm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Cause Iīm cooler than a polar bearīs toenails Oh hell, there he go again talkin that shit Bend, cornerīs like I was a curve, I struck a nerve And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve I heard itīs not where youīre from but where you pay rent Then I heard itīs not what you make but how much you spent you got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut Iīm not worried Cause when we step up in the party, like Iīm out-you-scurry So go get your fuckinī 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 Itīs that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you donīt listen Givin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison [Chorus: Andre 2x] Now throw your hands in the air And wave īem like you just donīt care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody say O-Yea-yer [Verse Two: Andre] Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation to the female gender, ainīt nothin better Let me know when itīs wet enough to enter If not Iīll wait, because the future of the world depends on Therefore, if not the child we raise gonī 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 ainīt no lie Iīll 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... [Chorus] [Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre] 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, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone) Honey Iīm home but Iīm not married Carried a lot of problems around being fustrated And now Iīm sittin at the end of the month I just made it Like you made the B team And like the daddyīs wife you makin 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 worldīs a stage and everybodyīs got to play their 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 Iīm ready for war okay [Chorus]