[Intro: Big Boi & André 3000]

Something's gotta give!

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? Uhh

Herndon Homes, unh, Martel Homes, Carver Homes, Techwood

Martin Luther King, Bankhead

[Verse 1: Big Boi]

Undercover, over the hills and through the woods I go

Like green lights, a Southern nigga that's comin' for your throat

But not no guillotine – see, we be them Southern playas

Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs?

Now you up to par and ready for your lesson

I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks, so let's crank up a session

Like Tri-Cities High School, was pulling 'em in a broke down Rabbit

I spit a couple of words, and laying 'em down was just a habit

Just like Smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we rolled up

Talking about the clique will get you nathaniel but swolled up

"Hootie Hoo," slapped you boys across the cheek with Isotoners

And went to tell yo' momma and yo' pop that you was a goner

Tell 'em Big Boi did it; "I swear that nigga be rhyming

Every lyric that he spit be turning charcoals into Diamonds and Pearls"

Girl, when you giving up them drawers? 'Cause

I got a couple of niggas down the hall

That want to hit it too, I'm not the type to be acting selfish

Set it out and let it out, and I'll be right back, just like Elvis

'Cause the postman rings twice... (Yeah)

Hey Mr. Postman... (It's like that)

Yeah

[Chorus: Witchdoctor]

Power, power, I come, gimme some

The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL

Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car

Let's travel far, tha Southern star shines

Power, power, I come, gimme some

The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL

Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car

Let's travel far, tha Southern star shines

[Verse 2: André 3000]

Everybody wanna get signed, but (I'm here to tell you)

Record companies act like pimps

Getting paid off what we made, when we the ones that's fly like blimps

But ain't no Goodyear, I tell it like it is, so I'm like, "look here"

Just willing to get what I deserve, my kids do have a mother

And a little house, with a dog in the backyard going "woof-woof"

Who knows what I must face when I leave this recording booth?

Poof, back in the real world where birds fly

From Miami, by way of Cuba, to whoever wants to get that high

There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's

Pro-jects, packed with playas meditating on their knees

Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef, you won't believe

The shit that niggas attempt 'cause they got other mouths to feed

Besides they own

[Chorus: Witchdoctor]

Power, power, I come, gimme some

The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL

Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car

Let's travel far, tha Southern star shines

Power, power, I come, gimme some

The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL

Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car

Let's travel far, tha Southern star shines

[Verse 3: Big Boi]

Yeah, uh

"It's some hoes in this house," damn right

I'm thinking about the way you skull me

Girls be–sucking me dry like deserts, Mojave, Gobi,

Hotties and honeydips

Liking the way you do me, screw me and make my money flip

Shaking that ass for daddy, putting this gas off in my Cadi-llac

Back, don't ever snap, packing the gats and pimping whores

Hors d'oeuvres, swerve, hit the curb, because I'm reckless (Uh)

Back in the days when I was broke, I'd snatch your fucking necklace

You ol' pussy-ass nigga... (Yeah) yeah