[Verse 1: Big Boi]
With one stroke of the pen I tune in to your satellite radio or FM station,
I've been patiently waitin to weigh in,
Been under construction for two years,
But now it's 'bout that time I double-dutch my way in,
Left foot, right foot, steppin over biters,
It's like the game is haunted ‘cause there's so many ghostwriters.
Me, see I'm a lifer with supply that may seem endless,
Straight rider like a biker on a chopper with a hitlist,
Witness the nigga that spit that vicious,
Pitbull attack shit when it comes to this rap shit.
Daddy Fat Sax, bitch, follow us.
[Chorus: Neil Garrard]
Follow us now,
Try to all the way now,
It's not another letdown,
Got something to say right now.
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
I know some of y'all done wrote a nigga off,
Like the leases on these cars and these homes you niggas thought
You stayed in, with so many bosses why are they still
Layin niggas off they job? Nigga, for real,
Gon' give a nigga a gig then,
Help a brotha get up out this pigpen,
But nobody wants to keep it pimpin or 110.
So with this pen I begin to illustrate from within, boy,
Paint a pretty picture like I'm chillin with my friends,
Everybody's got a pocket full of ends to spend,
See, Picasso couldn't blend, put it all together or fit in,
I'm like a crocodile walkin round with alligator skin.
Yes, I'm is the product of the ghetto where I lived,
Call me Spongebob, boy, soaked up game as a little bitty kid,
And never been a lame, before the fame I was the shit,
And now I'm just Big, ya dig?
[Chorus: Neil Garrard]
Follow us now,
Try to all the way now,
It's not another letdown,
Got something to say right now.
[Bridge: Neil Garrard]
Why don't you come and find out
What this is all about?
I will only say this once
So, come and follow us.
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
See we not even gonna play with 'em either,
We gon lay it down every fuckin time we see 'em,
Make the club get crunk, yeah, we them type of people,
But wait, it's not a sequel, no wait, it's BB's prequel,
The beginning before the beginning. Spend it how you spend it
Then, if you sell dope, nigga, stack it when you get it,
Can't trick it, or spend it until it's gone,
That's slippery business, holmes, go get you a business loan,
C'mon!
[Chorus: Neil Garrard]
Follow us now,
Try to all the way now,
It's not another letdown,
Got something to say right now.
[Outro: Big Rube]
Now I lay you niggas down,
You already sleep so, bitch, rest in eternal peace!
You still scared of the Boogeyman?
I know you hatin but you know you was a 'Kast and a Goodie fan.
Ain't no night light, it's light's out,
I put these lyrics up your ass so far you never get the mic out.
I know who you wanna sound like,
With that Fruity Loop bullshit, fuck nigga, night-night!