[Intro: Big Boi]

Drowning in the gray cell to dwell in earthly hell

A pimp warrior fell (Fell, uh, uh, uh)

One-two, Sir Lucious L. Left Foot in the motherfuckin' booth

Lucious, Lu— Lucious

Sir Lucious Left Foot

Has just entered

[Chorus: Debra Killings & Sleepy Brown]

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

[Verse 1: Big Boi]

First rule in this thang, never let 'em see you sweat

Never let 'em be a threat, and your feelings you must protect 'em

As well as your rectum, must keep self out of harm

Out of danger's way, let strangers play while you graduate and move on

True happiness is not acquired and you won't find it for sale

Unless you're in jail and trying to get a bail bondsman to go on and post that bail

You would be happy as hell, you thought you was happy until that court date came

Couldn't abort that case, nobody to take your place

Family home is at stake, too late to escape and get on the run

[Chorus: Debra Killings & Sleepy Brown]

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

[Verse 2: Big Boi, Sleepy Brown & Debra Killings]

Once upon a rhyme, one time when I was a child

Flip that smile upside down now

When I found out that Santa Claus was nothing more than Vanilli

It was silly, 'cause my mom and pop, they worked for every penny

Didn't have many, but had enough to get by

Enough to get fly, only to start the New Year off in debt

Now you forget your happiness came and went

Like mom and dad's relationship, take a trip, you bring potato chips

I'll bring the hot sauce (Hot sauce)

[Chorus: Debra Killings & Sleepy Brown]

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

[Verse 3: Big Boi & Debra Killings]

1979, Dirty South, local lounge

Flip that smile upside down now

I never thought that alcohol could ease the notion of the sadness

Now what done used to be a happy home done turned into some bad shit

Graphic language, mild violence and the silence

Of the the fams, no members to remember

But I know just who I am, I've grown into a man

And like my nigga said, we executed the game plan

'Cause we got that hot sauce

[Chorus: Debra Killings & Sleepy Brown, Debra Killings]

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked (Flip that smile upside down now)

[Outro: Debra Killings & Sleepy Brown, Debra Killings]

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked (Flip that smile upside down now)

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done

And your goose is cooked (Flip that smile upside down now)

Might as well have fun, 'cause your happiness is done