[Intro: André 3000]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: André 3000]
Oh, yes, I love her like Egyptian
Want a description? My royal highness
So many plusses when I bust that there can't be no minus
Went from yelling crickets and crows
Bitches and hoes to queen thangs
Over the years I been up on my toes, and yes, I seen thangs – like Kilroy "Chill, boy – because them folks might think you soft
Talking like that," man, fuck them n***as, I'm going off
And coming right back, like boomerangs when you throw 'em
With these old ghetto poems, thinking it's better for 'em
When they can't let they thumb down from hitchhiking
Inviting n***as into the temple they call their body
Now everybody got it, had it, talked about it amongst they friends
Coming around my crew looking Jazzy, wanna pretend
Like you Ms. Goody Four-Shoes, even Bo knew that you got poked
Like acupuncture patients
While our nation is a boat, straight sinking
I hate thinking that these the future mommas of our chill'un
They fucking a different n***a every time they get the feeling to
I'm willing to go the extra kilo–meter
Just to see my señorita get her pillow
On the side of my bed, where no girl ever stay
House and doctor was the games we used to play
But now it's real, Jazzy Belle
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
See, what if you was a playa? Real playa not no flaw?
Having the very best of life: lobster, steak, and Perignon
Smoking an ounce of weed
And every single day was personal FreakNik
Tricking these hoes in Polo clothes, life as you conceived it
But your conception, deception
Looking into your eyes, I see your weapon and it's depressing
They're digging up in your thighs, leaving deposits
Keeping your closets open, knocking your boots and drawers
Hoping to get you sprung like bail-bonds
Steadily calling me Antwan 'cause you thinking that you my lady
Bitch, don't play me, 'cause you're janky
I wanted to hit that ass, but me and the Goodie, we got danky
So thank thee, for running that Southernplayalistic game
You was the only one to blame, a n***a don't even know yo' name
It's a shame, you cracking 'em up and fucking a n***a like 2Pac up (Damn)
I'm leaving these foes to be
The flowers and wake don't get me
See, I gotta be feeding my daughter (Right)
Teach her to be that Natural Woman
'Cause you'll be Waiting to Exhale, while you other hoes be Dumb And Dumber
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah

[Verse 3: André 3000]
One, two, yes –
Okay, check this out right here, now
See me and ol' girl in the black-on-black 'Lac Northstar
Windows are tinted, so that no one knows who us are
Talk bad about her n***a, guaranteed to snap like bra
Straps, sticking together like grandma and grandpa-pa
In this dog-eat-dog world
Kitty cats be scratching on my furry coat to curl
Up with me and my bowl of Kibbles 'n Bits – I want to hurl
'Cause most of the girls that we was liking in high school, now they dyking
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)
[Verse 4: Big Boi]
Having no mercy for the disrespectful ones, some
Be hanging around the crew looking for funds, dumb
Deaf and fine, they be asking me all about mine
"How she do?" and "how she be?", I know she's sipping that wine
Behind my back, they squawk like vultures
Off and On like Trends of Cultures, baby
Hey, he–faking it like these sculptured nails
But they can go to Hell and lay with Lucifer
'Cause they burning anyway, Big Boi use her and abuse her

[Outro: Khujo Goodie sample]
"Tricks hollin' they got rank"
"Tricks hollin' they got rank"
"Tricks hollin' they got rank"
"Tricks hollin' they got rank"
"Tricks hollin' they got rank"
"Tricks hollin' they got rank"
"Tricks hollin' they got rank"
"Tricks hollin' they got rank"