[Intro: Big Gipp sample]

{*water splash*}

"Uh, y'all know what it is..."

"Uh, y'all know what it is..."

"Uh, y'all know what it is..."

[Verse 1: T-Mo Goodie]

Revolutionary, scary

Thought provoking, spoken (Spoken)

Words of a change I don't feel but I see

Visions from me, at 23

Making it free in my community one day is what I live for

Ain't thinking about no hope no more

I got my boots, I kick in 'til I get with

Adapt and overcome, oh hum hum

Go get my gun, load up for fun

And put it down with the frown

What goes 'round comes 'round, from MLK to Cascade

I know it's through them penny figures, cocaine dealers

Throw the walk signs, open their rides

Looking cleaner than I seen 'em the last time

Then selling dimes, now its quarter ki's

Stacking G's, in the South Indies

My nigga, them folks riding bicycles

Hummer vehicles off in the hood

Knowin' each and every nigga selling – but can you blame?

Seems like the only way a brother can survive the game

To fly, hard to get by

The dope dealing, fatal killings, and Fed time, to writing rhymes

It ain't just the police, we kill each other

Just lost another brother

Fast living'll get you took

Thinking it can't happen to you, and then it do

Off crooked schemes, it's just a dream

Floating face down in the mainstream (The mainstream)

[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]

Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream

That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream

[Verse 2: André 3000]

They swan diving

As if they name be Gretchen Von Ivan

Volkoff, rushin' to finish their album, then you find them

Lost, dog-paddling, backstroking, what done happened?

He rhymed the catch of the day, when the recipe called for "blackened"

Wrong ingredients

Maybe too much herbs and spices

Maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish of them greens

And it's enticing, how them Jones's sing

"So I'm gonna sang just like them to get where they at

I'll even break my back to touch they rim, if I gotta

My alta mater be that I follow

I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down, and then swallow"

I hope you vomit

Won't call no names, 'cause that's not my job

It just applies to whom it may concern, you know who you are

But if you don't, you never will, you'll just proceed to steal

But then it might get ugly, 'cause, trust me, niggas do feel

The way that I felt when I wrote this

But we must stay in focus

Be kings and queens up in this thing, get rid of all them jokers

Face down, face down, face down

[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]

Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream

That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream

[Verse 3: Khujo Goodie]

I let you stay in my crib

Now you know where I live

When you was hungry, fed you a hot meal

Look at the hand you deal'

Me; crudball business, niggas giving inches, so here, take a foot

Luck only counts in rabbit's feet and horse shoes

Experience is sometimes the best teacher

Until we get our own plate, I hope you don't mind me eating off of yours

Process sm-m-moking like Jerry

Meanwhile, fairies up the street, sprinkling pixie dust over greenery

Never to attain another level of con-sci-ence, only to test the potency

Wild land here, they scheme over one another mouth to feed

They's thieves, with decisions to make, networks shape your destiny

But one miss will take it all away, just as quick as you can say

"I wish I never did what I did," now face this bid

It was the company you kept, the many places you slept

When you shouldn't have

Geeking like a rat, jumping like a trap, contributing to sin

And your nigga' bitch in the club, showin' pink for 10

They got you niggas where they want you again

Floating face down in the mainstream

That's why, that's why, that's why

[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]

Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream

That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream

[Verse 4: Big Boi]

Everybody's a player, wearing them Kangols on their heads

Thinking it's all about your clothes, nigga, it's all about your self

The way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with

Your friends and family, up and down like hoes give head

To dicks, oh, six, seven of them in the mix

But ain't no mystery

You know the history about this clique, bitch

Oh, what? You don't want me to call you 'slut'?

But why you fucking all them niggas, letting them all up in your guts?

But see, that AIDS, I'm afraid, I think that's why I play the quiet role

I lay in the cut, every month thinking'a lettin' that fire roll

Like chimneys, and smoke signals, maybe peace pipes even

My partners call me Big Boi and my first name is not Steven

In the mainstream, home team bangin' 'em with these hits

In the mix (Mix), flowing like some motherfuckin' swordfish

[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]

Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream

That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream

Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream

That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream

Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream

That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream

Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream

That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream