God works in mysterious ways so when he starts. Bend, corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay? Honey I'm home but I'm not married, Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated   It's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye 'Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails The track has been sampled in many other hip-hop songs, most notably Ab-Soul’s “Beautiful Death”, and Young Buck’s “The City”. And now you 'bout to see this Southern playa serve Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what I preach and don't lie And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Make sure your selection Like E S to the P N, 'cause we adjust to the beat in the zone And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Oh Hell, there he go again talkin' that shit, Bend, corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve God works in mysterious ways so when he starts   Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated The job of speakin' through us we be so sincere with this here And wave 'em like you just don't care Daddy fat sacks, B I G B O I It's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen Givin' the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison Now throw your hands in the air If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome Bend, corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve So go get your fuckin' shine box and your sack of nickles Now throw your hands in the air So go get your fuckin' shine box and your sack of nickles Let me know when it's wet enough to enter Now throw your hands in the air Now throw your hands in the air And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent The alienators 'cause we different keep your hands to the sky Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie Found a way to channel my anger not to embark Lyrics.com. Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone STANDS4 LLC, 2020. Now everybody say And wave 'em like you just don't care Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spend Daddy fat sacks, B I G B O I It's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen Givin' the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison Well, it's the M I crooked letter, ain't no one better Lyricapsule: The Surfaris Drop ‘Wipe Out’; June 22, 1963, Lyricapsule: The Byrds Drop ‘Mr. Now everybody say Like you made the B team and like Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried Honey I'm home but I'm not married starts and ends within the same node. And now I'm sittin' at the end of the month I just made it Givin' the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent Get instant explanation for any acronym or abbreviation that hits you anywhere on the web! Now throw your hands in the air "Jerusalema": Was singt Master KG im Songtext zu seiner Single auf Deutsch? And wave 'em like you just don't care Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer The daddy's wife you makin' the coffee Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer Tambourine Man’; June 21, 1965, Lyricapsule: Nirvana Drop ‘Bleach’; June 15, 1989, Lyricapsule: Derek and the Dominos’ First Gig; June 14, 1970. I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie Now everybody say, Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? 'Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out you scurry Givin' the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison, Now throw your hands in the air And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Now throw your hands in the air And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit And wave 'em like you just don't care Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone And now you 'bout to see this Southern playa serve And wave 'em like you just don't care The alienators 'cause we different keep your hands to the sky Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer, Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation You heard the ATLiens so back the hell up off me About ATLiens "ATLiens" is the second single from hip-hop group Outkast's second studio album of the same name. And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Now everybody say Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer Daddy fat sacks, B I G B O I Let me know when it's wet enough to enter Softly as if I played piano in the dark And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Verse One: Big Boi Well it's the M I crooked letter ain't no one better And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails Oh hell there he go again talkin that shit Bend corner's like I was a curve I struck a nerve Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone Lyricapsule: The Surfaris Drop ‘Wipe Out’; June 22, 1963, Lyricapsule: The Byrds Drop ‘Mr. Found a way to channel my anger not to embark And wave 'em like you just don't care God works in mysterious ways so when he starts Well, it's the M I crooked letter, ain't no one better And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater 'Cause I'm cooler than a Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer Playlist, Written by: Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton. And wave 'em like you just don't care Enjoyed everywhere, The Lyrics for ATLiens by OutKast have been translated into 1 languages, These lyrics have been translated into 1 languages. Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer "ATLiens Lyrics." And wave 'em like you just don't care Writer(s): ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?