text: Well its the M-I-crooked letter coming around the South
  Rolling straight Hammers and Vogues in that old Southern slouch
  Please, aint nothing but incense in my atmosphere
  Im bending corners in my ‘Lac, boi
  ‘Cause thats how we be rolling here
  Deep, the slang is in effect because its Georgia
  Kicking the khakis and Adidas
  Packing yo heaters cause you sposed to, cousin
  Catfish and grits is how my flow flows
  Rolling steady in that Caddy but them empty bottles gots to go
  See juice and gin used to be my friend from the beginning
  Now Im just a player sipping sauce every now and then
  To catch a buzz like a bumblebee, niggas who tried to fuck with me
  Get sprayed like Raid ‘cause it aint nothing see
  My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock
  No, my heart dont pump no Kool-Aid
  Jump and youll get you sprayed
  Who raise your blocks? The one and only OutKast
  Many a nigga falling fast and I continue blasting, quickly
  They aint gon get me, got something for em
  The devil up in yo grill and you still dont even know ‘em
  Show ‘em, whos the OK like collard greens and hoecakes
  I got soul, thats something that you aint got
  Thats why your style is rot-
  Ten, stop in the land of ATL
  Where nothing but pimps fully equipped quick to make a sale, swell
  Swollen got my pockets
  Business booming like rockets
  Folks try to stop it but they know that its that
  Its that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
  Now players if you choose it
  You better make sure you dont abuse it
  We’re gonna get cha high, high
  Time to drop these bows like Dusty Rhodes
  Then I yell ‘ho’
  And knock ‘em up off they feet like a Southern hustler ‘posed to do
  Is in the house like… a joint is lit for my kinfolks
  And all the niggas that was down, since we been broke
  Taking ‘em deeper than a submarine
  So scream when you hear the team of two
  Look my crew be thick as two fat hoes sitting off in a Brougham
  Im packing my tag backwards if you want to be acting wrong
  Word is bond like super glue, its funky like pooper scoop
  And every word I’ll say you can true
  Well okey dokey KastOut
  I swear to God I got the highest booming Cadillac
  The expialalistic Coupe de Ville, can you handle that you rat?
  I take my time cruising round the city malls
  And under my seat for you suckers its your final curtain call
  The one two to the gauge p-u-m-p
  You want to do a jack, I heat the barrel ‘til its empty, get me?
  See, I get friendly getting in where I fit
  Organized is on the track with the southernplayalistic shit
  So copy my slang and bite my shit but dont try gaffling me
  ‘Cause sleeping youll get served with some Southern hospitality
  Its that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
  Now players if you choose it
  You better make sure you dont abuse it
  We’re gonna get cha high, high
  Well Southernplayalisticadillac music has been laid
  I may wait for all the, be rolling like that today, hoes
  So back up off get up on it if you want it yall
  Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on Players Ball, yep
  So now I step, rather walk with the pimp limp
  While my niggas are at East Point
  With that College Park, hemp-smoke style
  Is how I wanna end it on this track
  So I pass it to my partner and step back up in my Cadillac
  Step up in my shoes you crews sitting on Trues
  And Vogues for the hoes only when we rolling through
  Atlanta skies be blue
  The sun is beaming, it’s seeming
  That I’m glistening, rather gleaming
  20/20 got me leaning to the side
  Full of pride
  Now aint that something?
  Im dipping into your hood, this aint braille but Im bumping
  Thumping out the roaches
  Dungeon if yall missed it
  Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, PA, OutKast
  Southernplayalistic
  Its that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
  Now players if you choose it
  You better make sure you dont abuse it
  We’re gonna get cha high, high
   
  Its that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
  Now players if you choose it
  You better make sure you dont abuse it
  We’re gonna get cha high, high