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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Boi
Lead Vocals
Preston Crump
Bass Guitar
Donny Mathis
Lead Guitar
Chanz Parkman
Keyboards
Camel
Sampled Artist
Dré
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
David Sheats
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Outkast
Executive Producer
David Sheats
Producer
John Frye
Recording Engineer
Ralph Cacciurri
Recording Engineer
Jason Rome
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jason Stokes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Claudine Pontier
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Organized Noize
Executive Producer
Antonio "LA" Reid
Executive Producer
Babyface
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
"Baby, did you hear that?"
"Yeah, baby, I heard it too"
Look out the window, golly, the sky is electric blue
Mama Earth is dying and crying because of you
Raining cats and jackals, all shackles disintegrate to residue
Silly mortals haven't a clue as to what the fuck is going on
I'm on the telephone dialing the Dungeon ("Hello?")
This Dre, bring the MP and the SP
Meet me at the center of the Earth and travel carefully
Baby, grab the baby, 'cause baby, it ain't much time
Mama Earth is tossing and turning and that's a sign
Omega, ****, I.F.O.s are landing in Decatur
Hope I'm not over your head, but if so, you will catch on later
Played the track, guess she could not take it anymo'
Raping her heavenly body like a ho, coochie so'
From **** constantly fuckin' her, never loving her
Never showing appreciation, busting nuts in her face when they done
"Who said good folks is not supposed to die?"
[Verse 2]
The sky is falling, nobody balling, they done gave back they guns
For some tickets to the playoffs, but the Hornets, they won
****, we slum, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family
I drove the biggest thing in the house 'cause I knew they'd try to ram me
But I'm stabbing, making a path on expressway the best way I know how
Up in the sky, east, west, no clouds
Him coming now, fuck that money now
I ask my honey how she feeling and is Jordan okay?
"Yeah, yeah, she chillin'"
We should be at The Dungeon shortly, ain't nobody on they porch, see?
Approaching the final exit, I'm thinking I see four horsies
But I don't though, ****, you won't know until it's on ya
I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California
All the weed smell like ammonia, but at the Dungeon I know they're smoking
Writing the raps and doing the beats to make this last recording
Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion
The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distortion
[Outro]
"Who said good folks is not supposed to die?"
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, David Sheats