(feat. Big Boi (OutKast))    [Big Boi]  Uh-huh, yeah, y'knahmtalkinbout?  A-Town connection right heah  You got Youngbloodz, uhh  featurin Daddy Fatsack, y'knahmtalkinbout?  Outkast, y'knahmtalkinbout?  Yeah, like dis.. check it out    [Chorus: repeat 2X (sung)]    I know you're waitin for daddy, it won't be long shawty  Be patient cause I'm comin to you  Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it easy  I don't want nothin to keep me from you    [J-Bo]  Now the wind blows as I'm on 85, and chiefin good  with a six-pack a that Colt 45 just like I should  And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed tonight  If thangs go right, I'm gon' cut this hoe tonight  So I'ma get a call, from this broad  Run the game like she ain't ready  But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs steady  like Betty Crocker, the face doctor  just as she swallows with passion  So now she braggin, laggin behind  What questions she now be askin, so time is passin  Now I'm mashin on, I'm gone, livin in the world of hoes  So I suppose, it's goin down deep in yo' city  Cause in these parts, ain't nuthin bad hard times  Now shawty, please, really    [Chorus]    [Big Boi]  Sheeeit  I'm lookin for anythang, gonna cut'em up  like everythang, in my stable  Sir Lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able  But these hoes will get on your nerves  Fuck all that kickin 'em to the curb  You lackin that tolerance;  You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' parlor an'  stab out to the cajun crab house  or the Jamaican cat house  or the college, frat house  for the gul you just, mad house that rat house  And get you some scrub, she ain't ya girl  Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi  I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl  Don't, don't be givin no gifts boi  On the first date or the worst date  I'm goin all the way on the first play  Like Hail Mary's to field goals  I think I was put here to drill hoes  For real doe; and while you blowin up my,  bar I'm off in your purse  to get my gas money then I'm back on the 'spressway  And I'm out this verse, geyeah!    [Chorus]    [Sean Paul]  Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me  Met her jes last week, told me that her name was Stacy  Bad lil' bitch, add her straight to my collection  Jump in my 'llac, in my pocket got protection  For thangs to go down, see I ain't playin around  Got a half a tank of gas, I'm 85 Southbound  It's a long ass way, I'm from the 20 side of thangs  She said it's dead serious, hot like some lighter flames  Oh you know how it go, I'm the nigga, she the hoe  She told me some mo', I shut my Cadillac do'  My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground  Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down  Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on no drawers  Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me this broad  I don't know what it is, but shawty fine as hell  Slum-type that I like, straight from A-T-L  Shawty yeah!    [Chorus (to fade)]