[Intro: Peaches]
Boy

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
Time and time again, see, I be thinkin' about that future
Back in the day when we was slaves, I bet we was some cool-ass n***as
But now we vultures, slam my n***a back out
To make his ass black out
Or even pull your fuckin' heater to make his whole crew believers
You harder than a bitch, you're full of dicks
But that don't be soundin' like king shit to me
Seen out in the ghetto, or should I be sayin' Lakewood?
You better be strapped 'cause them n***as over there just ain't good
Just bein' a hustler, servin' the loyal customers
Rent was due on the first of the month, so I'm hustlin'
I'll buy you fifty-box of Phillies at the Citgo
And n***a be wantin' drinks and shit from the fuckin' store, yo
But that's alright though 'cause I be gettin' paid
And every trip I take, there's a dollar to be made
I'm diggin' through my pockets for my earnings, got you five
Yeek, there it is, now it's time to smoke that dime

[Chorus: Big Boi]
If you smoke a dime, yeah
Then I'll smoke a dime, yeah
If you smoke a dime, yeah
Then I'll smoke a dime (Big Dre, let 'em know what's up)
[Verse 2: André 3000]
Time is slippin', slowly but surely
N***as I used to hang with wants to act like they don't know me
Come and listen to my story, I gots a lot of shit up on my mind
I wipe the boo-boo from my brain, then I finish up my rhyme
Take a number, I caught you in a slumber
I hit you for a lick, I'm in the slammer for the summer
But now it is the fall, I'm havin' a ball, makin' my nickel sacks crawl
'Til my n***as got to servin' when they beep and when they call
I got the Peter, Paul, and plus that Mary Jane
I'm rollin' reefer out of a Regal, how could I refrain
From bein' rough, from bein' tough, from bein' dangerous?
I'm hangin' with the P.A. n***as, ain't no changin' us
See, you can try, if you try, if you don't, you don't
If you wanna battle, it's either that you will or you won't
See, that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke
If you got some fire shit, your n***as gonna always toke
Dope is not what I be slingin' on this track
N***as don't comprehend that it be deeper than Cadillacs
You know that, right? You bite, you fucked up
You won't be gettin' away this time, I'm real as hell, so what's up?
I rip shit with pimp shit, I'm slingin' it from the South
Talk bad about the A-town, I'll bust you in your fuckin' mouth
Fuckin' true that, so true that
Smoke one, yeah
[Chorus: André 3000]
If you smoke a dime, yeah (Like that for the A-Town)
Say I'll smoke a dime (This is my intro, just to let you know)
If you smoke a dime (Yeah, yeah, like that)
Say I'll smoke a dime (Yeah)