[Intro: André 3000]

(Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo), rrah

[Chorus: André 3000]

Old school players to new school fools

'Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos

We'll skew it on the bar-b, we ain't tryin to lose

Say, "I'll be goddamned if they done changed the rules"

Old school players to new school fools

'Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos

We'll skew it on the bar-b, we ain't tryin to lose

Say, "I'll be goddamned if they done changed the rules"

[Verse 1: André 3000]

The common denominator, the n*gga numerator

Never know who the hater, n*ggas cater to your ego

I'm sorry like Atari, who's the cousin to Coleco

Vision, caught a RICO, back on the street like Chico

DeBarge, he large and got a 'Lac in the garage

Few parts here and there, I declare hard

My Lord, one at Clark, one at Spelman

Both know each other and it's cool, you can tell when

He step off in the party, women jump for joy

But all the wild n*ggas scheming, they gon' jump the boy

For spittin' all that bourgeoi', "My watch, my car"

I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far (Rrah, rrah)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Raekwon]

Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso

Grow hydro, then bag it up slow

Price that, longevity suggest make moves slow

Take time, grow eight, react nine, blow

Hydro slide raw like f*ck Ronaldo

Fly ride, though, sh*t lookin' wild dope

Then glide, yo, flippin' the page, I go

Watch five-o, jump on my meat, ride slow

Watch those undercovers, cop those, rock those

Glock blows, leave 'em baggy and collect, spot closed

Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht, wash clothes

Let the chop blow, bag a half a block, plot grows, what?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Big Boi & André 3000]

Boy, I bust raps like D-boys bust gats, sh*t

We the type of people that don't bury the axe

Or the hatchet, every time we see your link, we snatch it

Ridin' 'round our hood talkin' that dumb sh*t, your cabbage

Is cracked like plumber's ass and summer's grass

I been in the game for a minute, seen some suckas like y'all passin'

Thinkin' you're light skinned, aight then, lil' boy why you frightened?

The Dungeon Family gon' be here, n*gga, so keep writing

I gotta hit The Source, I need my other half a mic

Because that Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik was a classic, right

College Park, East Point and Decatur they got my back, so

We gon' keep on jammin' and stabbin' off in the track, I

Think it's time to bungee, but buddy we will be back

And I'm fin' to put some D's on the 'Lac, know dat (Rrah)

[Chorus]