I don't know what you're tryin to figure out
Down South, barbecue ribs fly out a nigga mouth
And touchin me The Chosen, for such a will opposin
Me and Big Boi tryin to give our children clothing.
I don't know what you're tryin to figure out
Down South, barbecue ribs fly out a nigga mouth
And touchin me The Chosen, for such a will opposin
Me and Big Boi tryin to give our children clothing.
