[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

Everybody on the streets

This a little thesis coming from me

When I throw up baguettes, sipping at the bar

Or smoking at a red light in my car

I don't know what you think you see

Nigga just out here feeding my kids

Throw up the deuce and let me slide on by

'Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy

[Verse 1: Big Boi]

Cruising down the streets, minding my business, 'cause I'm trill

Stopped at the ATM, grabbed a thousand dollar bill

Now I peel like apples and peaches, because I'm chill

And niggas around my city respect me, because I'm real

But still the things I see from day to day, it irks me

When I'm off in the '79 Seville or the Bonneville

Niggas wanna hurt me, absurd, G

I know it, betta believe I tote something for it

And I got a slogan like Nike, but it goes like this – 'Just know it'

And I'm not the type of person be riding around your block just flashy

Just came to the store to get some Black and Milds and a lil' bit of 93 gas, G

Wanna blast me, get sassy, say negative things about OutKast, G?

Riding all on a nigga dick, all you had to do was just dap me, come slap me

You the bad man, so go ahead and touch my cheek then

But we'll be burying you and

Your whole motherfucking family by the weekend

I'm calling your bluff, go on and buck, I got my squad, we trapping

Aye, C-bone, go on an' slap this nigga, he ain't bucking, he just yapping, yea

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

Everybody on the streets

This a little thesis coming from me

When I throw up baguettes, sipping at the bar

Or smoking at a red light in my car

I don't know what you think you see

Nigga just out here feeding my kids

Throw up the deuce and let me slide on by

'Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy

[Verse 2: Bun B]

Say, we took it from packing the pistols

To jacking this missiles, to stacking my crystals

Now my torpedo's even cracking your missile

When we start, ain't no stopping us

We too smart and too popular

Take your toys and we topple 'em

Resort to the Doppler

To the agent underground, well known as Stankonia

Where trill-ass niggas go in and bad ass bitches be boning ya

I'm warning you, niggas, I'll fill the middle of your monie

And make yo' broad lick her pony up, it's that platinum shit

Call Sony up, tell Tommy, blow me up

I ain't Mariah, bitch, I'm the messiah, can't no motherfucker show me up

UGK a set, nigga, throw me up

Fuck catching a case, bitch, I'll lace you and your homie up

'Cause we the cream coming out of the crop

The steam coming out of the pot and the team coming out at the top

Your baddest or not, these niggas getting shattered or shot

Splattered for props, man, you should'nt've left your gat at your spot

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

Everybody on the streets

This a little thesis coming from me

When I throw up baguettes, sipping at the bar

Or smoking at a red light in my car

I don't know what you think you see

Nigga just out here feeding my kids

Throw up the deuce and let me slide on by

'Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy

[Verse 3: Pimp C]

Pimp C, bitch, I'm a country star

I got a country mansion and a country car

I got a country bitch, I made a country son

I got some country nuts, I keep a country gun

I don't fuck with nobody in this shit but Bun

So if you pay me a mill', you gotta give that nigga one

Fuck-boys talk shit, but them bitch niggas know

And UGK run the streets and we put dick in your ho

Whether weed or blow, I keep an open store

I keep my hair cut low, .44 on the floor

You can test my snow, we got the glass for sho'

Get your mind on your money, 'cause you playing with your dough

Bitches who ready to go, say you moving too slow

If you wasn't 'bout sucking it, what you fucking with me for?

The quarters in the side, in case you didn't know

I'm Sweet Jones, bitch and I'm an old school pro, pro, pro

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

Everybody on the streets

This a little thesis coming from me

When I throw up baguettes, sipping at the bar

Or smoking at a red light in my car

I don't know what you think you see

Nigga just out here feeding my kids

Throw up the deuce and let me slide on by

'Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy

[Verse 4: Andre 3000]

Since the beginning of time, up to the present of now

There are beauty shop players, also intelligent clowns

Got they blue cuts with brown booty grinding the ground

It's the sound that's created when we get up to get down

Stimulate my imagination with exaggeration of stanking light

That can't be right, but we laughed to keep from crying

Sighing, hugged by cutie-pie, and

Death-defying acts of a Blacks not scared of dying

Y'all act like you never take no bubble bath

Gone to Blockbuster and act like you ain't never cuddled after

You poked her, stroked, soaked her, provoked her

To reach for the sky, when she's high on your holster

I'm posed to – roast you, toast you, close your

Motherfucking mouth, for I'm almost closed to the end

So when they ask you what school do you attend

Say Stankonia High, then throw two in the wind

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

Everybody on the streets

This a little thesis coming from me

When I throw up baguettes, sipping at the bar

Or smoking at a red light in my car

I don't know what you think you see

Nigga just out here feeding my kids

Throw up the deuce and let me slide on by

'Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy