[Chorus: André 3000]
Old school players to new school fools,
'Kast keep it jumpin like kangaroos,
But skew it on the barbie, we ain't tryna lose,
Say, «I be goddamned, they done changed the rules!»
[Verse 1: André 3000]
The common denominator, the nigga numerator,
Never know who the hater, niggas cater to your ego,
I'm sorry, like Atari, who's the cousin to ColecoVision,
Caught a RICO, back on the street like Chico DeBarge.
He large and got a 'Llac in the garage,
Few parts here and there, I declare hard, my Lord!
One at Clark, one at Spelman,
Both know each other, and it's cool, you can tell when
He step off in the party, women jump for joy,
But all the wild niggas schemin, they gon jump the boy
For spittin all that bourgeoise, “My watch, my car…»
I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far, rrah!
[Chorus: André 3000]
Old school players to new school fools,
'Kast keep it jumpin like kangaroos,
But skew it on the barbie, we ain't tryna lose,
Say, «I be goddamned, they done changed the rules!»
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Deliver this through your audio, ghetto Mafioso,
Grow hydro, then bag it up slow.
Price that, longevity suggest make moves slow,
Take time, grow eight, react nine, blow!
Hydro slide raw like fuck'n Ronaldo,
Fly ride, though, shit lookin wild dope,
Then glide, yo, flippin' the page, I go,
Watch five-oh; jump on my meat, ride slow,
Watch those undercovers, cop those, rock those,
Glocks blows, leave ‘em baggy and collect, spot grows,
Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht and wash clothes,
Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block, plot grows, what?!
[Chorus: André 3000]
Old school players to new school fools,
'Kast keep it jumpin like kangaroos,
But skew it on the barbie, we ain't tryna lose,
Say, «I be goddamned, they done changed the rules!»
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
Boi, I bust raps like D-boys bust gats, shit,
We the type of people that don't bury the axe
Or the hatchet, every time we see your link, we snatch it,
Ridin round our hood talkin that dumb shit – your cabbage
Is cracked, like plumber's ass, and summer's grass,
I been in the game for a minute, seen some suckas like y'all passin.
Thinkin you're light skinned? Aight then, lil boy why you frightened?
The Dungeon Family gon be here, nigga, so keep writin.
I gotta hit The Source, I need my other half a mic,
Because that Southerplayalisticadillacmuzik was a classic, right!
College Park, East Point and Decatur they got my back, so
We gon' keep on jammin and stabbin off in the track, ahh!
Think it's time to bungee but buddy we will be back,
And I'm fin' to put some D's on the 'Llac, know dat!
[Chorus: André 3000]
Old school players to new school fools,
'Kast keep it jumpin like kangaroos,
But skew it on the barbie, we ain't tryna lose,
Say, «I be goddamned, they done changed the rules!»