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1:28hip hop, southern hip hop Album Stankonia (25th Anniversary) 2025-10-31

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Description

Composer, Lyricist: André Benjamin

Acoustic Guitar, Keyboards, Vocal, Producer, Programmer: André 3000

Vocal, Assistant Engineer: Rabeka Tunei

Keyboards: Kevin Kendricks

Recording Engineer: John Frye

Recording Engineer: Robert Hannon

Recording Engineer: Pete Novak

Assistant Engineer: Warren Bletcher

Assistant Engineer: Josh Monroy

Assistant Engineer: Jared Robbins

Mixing Engineer: Neal Pogue

Mixing Engineer: Kevin "KD" Davis

Assistant Engineer: Greg Price

Assistant Engineer: Sean Tallman

Producer: Cutmaster Swiff

Lyrics and translation

Original

Well, it's the M-I-crooked letter coming around the South

Rolling straight Hammers and Vogues in that old Southern slouch

Please, ain't nothing but incense in my atmosphere

I'm bending corners in my 'Lac, boi

'Cause that's how we be rolling here

Deep, the slang is in effect because it's Georgia

Kicking the khakis and Adidas

Packing yo' heaters 'cause you 'sposed to, cousin

Catfish and grits is how my flow flows

Rolling steady in that Caddy but them 50 bottles got to go

See, juice and gin used to be my friend from the beginning

Now I'm just a player sipping sauce every now and then

To catch a buzz like a bumblebee

Niggas who tried to fuck with me

Get sprayed like Raid 'cause it ain't nothing to see

My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock

No, my heart don't pump no Kool-Aid

Jump and you'll get too sprayed

Who raise yo' block? The one and only OutKast

Many a nigga falling fast, and I continue blasting, swiftly

They ain't gon' get me, got something fo' em

The devil up in yo' grill, and you still don't even know 'em

Show 'em who's the OK

Like collard greens and Hoecakes, I got soul

That's something that you ain't got

That's why your style is rot-ten

Stop in the land of ATL

Where nothing but pimps fully equipped quick to make a sale

Swell, swollen got my pockets, business booming like rockets

Folks try to stop it, but they know that it's that

It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music

Now, players if you choose it

You better make sure you don't abuse it

We gonna get cha high, high

Time to drop these 'bows like Dusty Rhodes

Then I yell "ho," and knock 'em up off they feet

Like a Southern hustler supposed to do

I's in the house like... a joint is lit for my kinfolks

And all the niggas that was down since we been broke

Taking 'em deeper than a submarine

So scream when you hear the team of two

Look, my crew be thick as two fat hoes sitting off in a Brougham

I'm packing my tag backwards if you want to be acting wrong

Word is bond like superglue, it's funky like poopa scoop

And every word I say you can true

Well, okey dokey, 'Kast out

I swear to God, I got the highest booming Cadillac

The expialalistic Coupe de Ville, can you handle that, you rat?

I take my time cruising 'round the city malls

And under my seat for you suckers is your final curtain call

The one two to the gauge, P-U-M-P

You want to do a jack, I heat the barrel 'til it's empty, get me?

See, I ain't Finlay, getting in where I fit

Organized is on the track with the Southernplayalistic shit

So copy my slang and bite my shit, but don't try gaffling me

'Cause sleep, and you'll get served with some Southern hospitality

It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music

Now, players if you choose it

You better make sure you don't abuse it

We gonna get cha high, high

Well, Southernplayalisticadillac music has been laid

I may wait for all day and day, be rolling like that today, hoe

So back up off it, get up on it if you want it, y'all

Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on Player's Ball, yup

So now I step, rather walk with the pimp limp

While my niggas are at East Point with that College Park hemp

Smoked out is how I wanna end it on this track

So I pass it to my partner and step back up in my Cadillac

Step up in my shoes, you crews sitting on Trues

And Vogues for the hoes only when we rolling through

Atlanta skies be blue, the sun is beaming, it's seeming

That I'm glistening, rather gleaming

20/20 got me leaning to the side, full of pride

Now ain't that something?

I'm dipping into your hood, this ain't Braille, but I'm bumping

Thumping out the roaches, Dungeon if y'all missed it

Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, PA, OutKast, Southernplayalistic

It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music

Now, players if you choose it

You better make sure you don't abuse it

We gonna get cha high, high

It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music

Now, players if you choose it

You better make sure you don't abuse it

We gonna get cha high, high

It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music

Now, players if you choose it

You better make sure you don't abuse it

We gonna get cha high, high

English translation

Well, it's the M-I-crooked letter coming around the South

Rolling straight Hammers and Vogues in that old Southern slouch

Please, ain't nothing but incense in my atmosphere

I'm bending corners in my 'Lac, boi

'Cause that's how we be rolling here

Deep, the slang is in effect because it's Georgia

Kicking the khakis and Adidas

Packing yo' heaters 'cause you 'sposed to, cousin

Catfish and grits is how my flow flows

Rolling steady in that Caddy but them 50 bottles got to go

See, juice and gin used to be my friend from the beginning

Now I'm just a player sipping sauce every now and then

To catch a buzz like a bumblebee

Niggas who tried to fuck with me

Get sprayed like Raid 'cause it ain't nothing to see

My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock

No, my heart don't pump no Kool-Aid

Jump and you'll get too sprayed

Who raise yo' block? The one and only OutKast

Many a nigga falling fast, and I continue blasting, swiftly

They ain't gon' get me, got something fo' em

The devil up in yo' grill, and you still don't even know 'em

Show 'em who's the OK

Like collard greens and Hoecakes, I got soul

That's something that you ain't got

That's why your style is rot-ten

Stop in the land of ATL

Where nothing but pimps fully equipped quick to make a sale

Swell, swollen got my pockets, business booming like rockets

Folks try to stop it, but they know that it's that

It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music

Now, players if you choose it

You better make sure you don't abuse it

We gonna get cha high, high

Time to drop these 'bows like Dusty Rhodes

Then I yell "ho," and knock 'em up off they feet

Like a Southern hustler supposed to do

I's in the house like... a joint is lit for my kinfolks

And all the niggas that was down since we been broke

Taking 'em deeper than a submarine

So scream when you hear the team of two

Look, my crew be thick as two fat hoes sitting off in a Brougham

I'm packing my tag backwards if you want to be acting wrong

Word is bond like superglue, it's funky like poopa scoop

And every word I say you can true

Well, okey dokey, 'Kast out

I swear to God, I got the highest booming Cadillac

The expialalistic Coupe de Ville, can you handle that, you rat?

I take my time cruising 'round the city malls

And under my seat for you suckers is your final curtain call

The one two to the gauge, P-U-M-P

You want to do a jack, I heat the barrel 'til it's empty, get me?

See, I ain't Finlay, getting in where I fit

Organized is on the track with the Southernplayalistic shit

So copy my slang and bite my shit, but don't try gaffling me

'Cause sleep, and you'll get served with some Southern hospitality

It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music

Now, players if you choose it

You better make sure you don't abuse it

We gonna get cha high, high

Well, Southernplayalisticadillac music has been laid

I may wait for all day and day, be rolling like that today, hoe

So back up off it, get up on it if you want it, y'all

Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on Player's Ball, yup

So now I step, rather walk with the pimp limp

While my niggas are at East Point with that College Park hemp

Smoked out is how I wanna end it on this track

So I pass it to my partner and step back up in my Cadillac

Step up in my shoes, you crews sitting on Trues

And Vogues for the hoes only when we rolling through

Atlanta skies be blue, the sun is beaming, it's seeming

That I'm glistening, rather gleaming

20/20 got me leaning to the side, full of pride

Now ain't that something?

I'm dipping into your hood, this ain't Braille, but I'm bumping

Thumping out the roaches, Dungeon if y'all missed it

Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, PA, OutKast, Southernplayalistic

It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music

Now, players if you choose it

You better make sure you don't abuse it

We gonna get cha high, high

It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music

Now, players if you choose it

You better make sure you don't abuse it

We gonna get cha high, high

It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music

Now, players if you choose it

You better make sure you don't abuse it

We gonna get cha high, high

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