You Ain't No DJ

(feat. Yelawolf) [Big Boi]
Boy stop, you aint no
DJ... [*echoes*] ('Greetings...')
I double dare, matter of fact nigga
I double dog dare any rapper that take it there with this playa here
Lets be clear,
Im a leader not your peer
Valedictorian of this rap shit every year (year year year)
Like beer and pretzels with the game
I go good
Im the Hansel to your
Gretel, yous a dame, understood
Overstand hoe ass nigga from my hood,
Im embarrassed by the lack of class, sat in the back of class but passed with flying colors with yo backwards ass, youre like the caboose
And Im the engine locomotive to let loose steam in the booth, scream ah
WOOF! Dream
Team, nigga fuck that pillow talk, keep sleeping while
Im beating down yo street up in that green thing
Greetings
Earthlings,
Ive been lurking deep in the shadows
Gathering artillery for the battle
Now, on the front line
I stand, microphone in my right hand
Left foot on the gas, dont make me put my foot in yo ass [Chorus 2X: Big Boi]
Yo DJ aint no
DJ, he just make them fuckin mixtapes
Where they at? [*repeat 7X*]
Yo DJ aint no
DJ, he just hit that instant replay
There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go [Yelawolf]
Yeah, my momma gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream (Dream dream dream dream dream)
And God said, look for the burnin bush , now
I turned to weed
So I jumped in my shell when
I sawmy momma burnin trees (hey)
Hard white,
I, trickle nickel bags
Ice cold true shit; in the booth with blue lips
On your grave like a tulip, in the bar like a pool stick 8-0-8
Toomp shit,
Magic Mike, poof bitch!
Aint nowhere to rest, nowhere for you to sit
I stole your couch and
I took your truck to move it with
Sofa, any one of you wanna get to up?
Im a tattoo,
Kodak you, close up
Aint no U
FO, no, Yelas a supernova ( WOOF!)
Dogs are barkin as soon as that trooper roll up (WOOF!) 30 at 6, momma dont gotta load up
Cause Im from the varsity of maybe hardly and
RC Cola Hold up! [ Chorus] [Yelawolf]
Yeah, and,
I party in poverty with people like, 'Yeah youre famous, so what?'
I bet you cant hitch that semi up to this tow truck
Rich with a hundred dollars, soul like a batch of collards
Yeah Im pale but
Ill impale you with an
Impala Roll with pimp scholars, +
ATLiens+ A-
L-A-B-A-M-
A agains, come and check my weight again
Baby I know
I aint that crazy, the scale says heavy
Must be my dick the way bitches been hangin on it lately [Big Boi] (Yeah, we stay) bangin on the daily, soul funk crusader maybe
Tailored alligator soufflй,
Escalade all in yo ladies
Space invader,
Im the lyrical
Darth Vader
Give thanks pussy nigga
I dont expose you as a hater
Got Decatur,
East Point,
College Park and the
SWATs Campbellton
Road closed, road block, watch out for the cops
Gotta think outside the box, know how to connect the dots
Fore somebody hit the jackpot playin in ya slot, boy stop [Chorus] [Big Boi]
Where they at? [*repeat 8X*]
There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go
Where they at? [*repeat 7X*]
There they go [*repeat as it fades out *]