Outkast Throw Your Hands in the Air Lyrics

Verse one: big boi

Well its the m - I - crooked letter, aint no one better
And when Im on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause Im cooler than a polar bears toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talkin that s___
Bend, corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this southern playa serve
I heard its not where youre from but where you pay rent
Then I heard its not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut Im not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, like Im out-you-scurry
So go get your f___in shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like mr. pickles
Daddy fat sacks, b-i-g b-o-i
Its that same m_________a that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you dont listen
Givin the shout out to my uncle donnel locked up in prison

Chorus: andre (repeat 2x)

Now throw your hands in the air
And wave em like you just dont care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp s___
Then everybody say o-yea-yer

Verse two: andre

Now, my oral demonstration be like c___oral stimulation
To the female gender, aint nothin better
Let me know when its wet enough to enter
If not Ill wait, because the future of the world depends on
Therefore, if not the child we raise gon have that n____ syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a f___ about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky
Like sounds of blackness when I practice what a preach aint no lie
Ill be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?
Now everybody say...

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Verse three: big boi, andre

Everyday I sit while my n____ be in school
Thinkin about the second album at the dungeon shootin pool
Like e-s to the p-n, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey Im home but Im not married
Carried a lot of problems around being fustrated
And now Im sittin at the end of the month I just made it
Like you made the b team
And like the daddys wife you makin the coffee
You heard the a-t-l-iens
So back the hell up off me

Softly as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to embark
The worlds a stage and everybodys got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he starts
The job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so Im ready for war okay

Chorus