This was my introduction to Andre 3000:
Remember back in the time
When the only sign we had was pickets
But now in '94, it be this way, somethin' come wicked
G-angs killin' others for colors
Thangs that we wear for fashion
Other brothers take it for a reason to be blastin'
What the kcuf is goin' on
Not soft like buttercups but
Had enough of singin' that same song
See, I stayed across the street from the projects
Took out yo' momma trash and groceries to her trunk
To keep my pockets fat, like cellulite
Only been to jail one week for some shull-bit
And I pray to God I won't repeat
I shoulda pulled it when I had the chance to
No, I shouldn't a did that, cause if I did that
Y'all would not hear that phat shyt
That keeps you on your tippy-toes
Like that sellout, not callin' no names
But really, "who's bad"
I go through obstacles like a whole box of condoms
You can't forget what you come from
