if ain't that dirty then patna see we don't need you, you know I'm talkin bout OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all punk motherfuckers! [Repeat chorus] [Eightball
Joe can hit em Real about this playa shit, Suave came deeper than the ocean Lip on hay, hit me wit the potion, floatin Cloud nine is beneath me Niggas can't see Eightball
[Chorus x2] We started the shit, and we gon' finish the shit! [MJG:] Riding down the strip on a trip in my 'Ham sammich Started this shit and I'm gon
(feat. Cee-Lo) [Intro: Eightball] Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and hoes better recognize Eightball & MJG...been ten toes down in this game
[VERSE 1: Eightball] Eightball the Fat Mac must express While a nigga's gettin zooted from the potent-ass sess Lookin back, damn, I was wild as a juvenile
bitch [Girl] Come on, Wait a minute MR. MJG Do you really think anyone's gonna believe that pimpin shit Huh, I guess not Haven't you heard, that pimpin shit is dead [Verse 2: MJG
[Chorus: x2] Hey MJ, G MJG and 8Ball (8Ball) On top of the world [Verse 1:] Uh, Let me drop it on the one It's the fat mac don't Like an 8Ball, that
be wanted for armed robbery [Eightball] On the other side of town moving quickly rolling swiftly in da hoopty ride loading up the nine cause there just my be a homicide MJG
What it do, do What it do What it do What it do baby girl Get on the dance floor Will you put your drink down Come and dance with me What it do baby
die For my bread and them niggaz that considered me family Hold it down Mayne I got you 'til we up there wit' granny 'Cause as soon as I start writing I start going through physical Deeper into my spiritual I'm so fuckin' lyrical MJG
Intro (Eightball) Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and hoes better recognize Eightball & MJG...been ten toes down in this game since we were two
You are now, witnessing The effects of the Buddha Redman kick through your door Liquidated then I come through your pores Think the track is bleedin'
' Eightball got flow, MJG Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get higher Eightball and MJG
Off brand niggaz, we ain't fuckin' with y'all Catch up with ya kind 'cuz you ain't touchin' a dog Imitation fake like Gucci suits that niggaz be wearin
[Verse 1 - MJG] Break it down, straight outta the tip Flockin to the 'rillo Ain't no secret Every month, I'ma smoke a pillow (M-J!) G, I keeps it real
stop all that cryin' and wipe yo' snot off Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce Earn yo' position, stop hatin' because you not boss MJG
shot 'em bullets bouncin' Losin' blood by da ounces Momma cryin' up a river when da news announces [Chorus X2] [MJG - Verse 3] I'm a pimp tight MJG
Getting rhythm in the middle of the night I'ma toke till I choke I never knew that it last for so long [MJG] We be Eightball and MJG with that playa