Lyrics:

Woo, woo
Yosky-wosky, peesky-weesky
What'cha wanna do-ski?
Nathaniel
Niggas get jacked like Daniel
Something I can't handle
Yo, o-kay...

Yo, this is my story, this is my song
And to them rudypoots – don't attempt to try this at home
It's just a poem, until y'all learn right from wrong
Know when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome
But it's back on – another stormy night in Atlanta, Georgia
Overcast, but on behalf of OutKast, I cordially
Invite you to an emotion-filled theater
Bring your umbrellas, 'cause, young fella, it gets no weirder

We reign, reign, supreme, 'preme
Dungeon, Dungeon kings
Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole?
Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n' roll
Indubitably, piper pied
Now hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride

Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole?
Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n' roll
Indubitably, piper pied
Now, now, just hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride

You are now entering the fifth dimension of ascension
Our only intention is to take you high
High, uh, yeah, yeah, my Lord

To make one bob they head would be the track job
Your job's to spit that fire
Some of y'all MC's take this rhymin' for granted, I won't comply
With that slackin', poppin', and crackin', Fourth Ward say we snappin'
They want that hardness, that oddness, that gets a nigga to start this
What's happenin'? See, if I do what you won't do today, boy
Will I live tomorrow? Like you can't even live 'cause you strayed
Motivational skills lackin'; when I see you, nigga, you packin'
Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car do'
But still stay with Mom though, playing the King like Don doe
You choked up
You was the nigga that supposed to be so locced up
Makin' them think Hip-Hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain't scared
And if I see you in the streets, I'd dap you down like you was Greg, yeah

We reign, reign, supreme, preme
Dungeon, Dungeon kings
Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole?
Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n' roll
Indubitably, piper pied
Now hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride
Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole?
Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n' roll
Indubitably, piper pied
Now, now just hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride
Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole?
Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n' roll
Indubitably, piper pied
Now hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride
Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole?
Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n' roll
Indubitably, piper pied
Now, now just hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride

And the winner is—ladies, help me out—OutKast!
{*crowd erupts in applause*}
Goodie Mob in the house!

Yeah, word, what's up?
Goodie Mob in the house, yanahmsayin'
We wanna say what's up to New York, yanahmsayin'
'Cause we from Down South, nahmsayin'
Is New York up in this, yanahmsayin''?
Are y'all in here, yanahmsayin'?
This y'all city, yanahmsayin'...
We just wanna say—yanamsayin'—
Wanna say what's up to all the original MCs out there
People out there that who got their own stuff
So – what's up, Dré?

Yeah, first of all, yanahmsayin', I wanna thank God
Just—nahmsayin'—dead serious
'Cause if it wasn't for Him, yanahmsayin', we wouldn't be here
But it's like this, though –
I'm tired of folks, yanahmsayin'—them closed-minded folks, yanahmsayin'
It's like – we got a demo tape and don't nobody wanna hear it...
But it's like this – the South got somethin' to say!
That's all I got to say