Fancy Car (Family Values) - STS, RJD2

A-T-L-A-N-T-A, you know I know you notice

Bout the work my magic, motherfuckin hocus-pocus

I hope you get the picture, motherfucker stay in focus

Until the quiet comes, I ride them drums like Flying Lotus

You dealin with the dopest, I rode up and I wrote this

I wrote this and I hope this, will help a fella notice

That this is not for play, this shit go hard as Georgia clay

My momma still hopping a MARTA to this motherfucking day

I’m from the 'A', I’m a product of that Big Boi and Dre

I’ve been Outkazzy from the day they dropped that shit on La Face

There ain’t no shit on my face, I don’t brown nose anybody

Fuck you to you and your label, down to the staff in the lobby

It-it don’t sound like no hobby, flow as hot as Mohave

I been as hot as wasabai, hold on I won’t Kemosabe

Without a big up from poppy, I’m tryin' to stay in my zone

Talking about 'cop me a chain', I’d rather cop me a home

Make it known

And poppa never drove no (Poppa never drove no)

Big fancy car (Diamond in the back, sunroof top)

And momma never want no

Big Diamond like a star

And I ain’t never had no (I ain’t never had no misconceptions)

Misconceptions about who we are (About who we was)

Naw, naw, naw, naw (I'm gonna do me, and these niggas)

All I ever wanted was to not be the same

Came up the hard way, just for the game

One for the money, ain’t too much for fame

Now they looking at me saying 'Brother, you changed'

Saying 'Brother, you changed'

Settle down now, settle down, settle down

It’s Sugar shawty, where the weed, y’all know that I spark a lot

Chrome box Chevy, I just want to play the parking lot

Used to be on Addy across the street from the Camelot

Now I’m in a National, sugar, if you a fan or not

I don’t give a damn or not, I gotta get this bread

See them biting my style, Luis Alberto Suarez

Stuff I spit out my head, even sweeter than Pez

And if you down in St. Pauls, you probably sweeter than Fez

What I said, what I pledged, when I came, to the door

Got it tatted on my neck, and got my back, then you know

Wanted more, from the gate, I been smokin', you relate

Y’all let me do nothing, nigga, let me be great

Demonstrate, demonstrate, coming down interstates

Gold rims, white walls, looking like dinner plates

Who you trying to emulate?

Nigga’s trying to innovate

This is southwest, sugar, I’m the shit in any state

Goodness sake