Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Outkast
Performer
André 3000
Vocals
Big Boi
Vocals
Sleepy Brown
Background Vocals
Jason Freeman
Horn
Jerry Freeman
Horn
K. Kendrick
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
André Benjamin
Composer
Antwan Patton
Composer
Jerry Freeman
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
André 3000
Producer
Chris Carmouche
Engineer
John Frye
Engineer
Warren Bletcher
Assistant Engineer
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Tom Doty
Assistant Engineer
Chris Rakestraw
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ain't nobody like my style, yeah
I light my fire, yeah
(I light my fire, I light my fire)
They blow it out, yeah
(They blew it out, they blew it out)
And don't nobody
Gonna feel like that, no
Monkeys on my back crawl
Now watch them all fall
Gon' fall, look out
[Verse 2]
Nobody wanted to dance
When I had a lot of time on my hands
Now I got a lotta hands on my time
And everybody wanna be a friend of mine
Whoa, whoa
I won't mind a friend
The fellas back home all tryna win
Moon keeps shining on bootleg bottles
Cops in the street, keep yo' feet on the throttle
Sellin' what you got, can't afford they model
Yellin', "Go, DJ, go"
[Verse 3]
Ain't no idle
Everything is wild, yeah
You can be here now, yeah
(Sometimes, you turn around)
Be in the ground, yeah
(Or die six feet underground)
And ain't no bible
At this here church
No
You won't find God, no
Might meet Him first, oh
Oh God, look out
[Verse 4]
Nobody wanted to leave
House so packed that we couldn't even breathe
And ain't no better place to fall in love
Angels sent from heaven above
Swing down
They gon' change ya life
You might make a baby, might meet ya wife
But one sure thing that yo gonna say
Deep down South rustling in your place
Them Idlewild cats, man, they don't play
Don't make me send the telegram to Rooster, he'll shoot ya
[Verse 5]
(You better come harder than that, sweetie)
(This ain't no mortuary)
[Verse 6]
And you don't wanna take it to the Gat so soon
Stinking to ya, Jenkins, waitin' in the upper room
Tell ya maker, "Say ya prayers"
We some playas but you made us
Mashed potatoes, bad potato, blast you hater, blast the gator
[Verse 7]
So you might just wanna kick back and drink roots
Take that to ya woman, relax, break loose
'Cause pretty soon, if she choose, she gon' walk away from you
Straight to the Rooster, 'cause he's cock-a-doodle poo
[Verse 8]
What they do, fool?
Who's tryna run a small time crap shooting
All time fat chewing, hats got the matching suit and lens
All cats pursuing, kinda wile, it's Idlewild
Time to break it, break it on down now
Percival, take it on out
[Verse 9]
Say whoa Mammy
Whoa Mammy
Say whoa Pappy
Whoa Pappy
Say whoa Mammy
Whoa Mammy
Say whoa Pappy
Whoa
[Verse 10]
Everybody get up
Aw, no, no, no, get down
Everybody get up
Aw, no, no, no, get down
Everybody get up
Aw, no, no, no, get down
Everybody get up
Aw, no, no, no, get down
Everybody get up
Aw, no, no, no, get down
Everybody get up
Aw, no, no, no, get down
Everybody get up
Aw, no, no, no, get down
Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton