Cut and scratched: "Ninety-six gonna be that year..."

[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
I bet you never heard of a playa with no game
Told the [bad word] to get what I want but shot it with no shame
Take this music dead serious while others entertain
I see they makin they paper so I guess I [bad word]  or can I
I feel they disrespectin' the whole thang
Them hooks like sellin dope to black folks
And I choke when the food they serve ain't tastin' right
My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it
I'm confessin' one mo' lesson from the South we in the house tonight
 Now hootie who wants to oppose? Suppose
We rolls through Headland and Delowe
Where me and my niggas surpassed the flow
And got down for ours like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
While mind close niggas laugh at
 The Southern slang, finger waves and mojo chicken wangs
I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang
 So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your potnah
Gather your thoughts

[Refrain: Debra Killings]
Somethin's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and [bad word] from teardrops to rain
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way
 Like memories of yesterday

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my potnahs they call me Big Boi
It's the [bad word] the B-I-G, be speakin' the [bad word] not talkin' that [bad word] boy
 I'm thinkin of checkin my traps and bustin my raps and throwin them craps
7-11 is no convenience, you pumpin' your gas but watchin' your back
 For the robbin' crew; thinkin' they robbin' you, you must be cautious
To staying up on your game and pimpin' these crows you must be flawless
Like Mortal Kombat, but [bad word] these wombats got you dizzy
My [bad word] you know I don't wanna be playin [bad word] up on me like you miss me
You catchin the wrong vibe, packin yo' [bad word] and rollin yo' eyes back
 Flexin up on the corner tossin your dice and rollin your Cadillac
 But man it seems I'm reachin' out and touchin' the wrong [bad word] Don't expect it to be pimpin' get your index off the trigger
As we bust, us, we leavin em in the dust
So keep that caine up out of your nose I said my piece and then I hush
 As the calendar keeps flippin', niggas dippin'

[Verse 3: Andre 3000 and Big Boi]
Dearly beloved we are gathered
Like soap is to lather [bad word] clean
Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean
Oh, like Liberty Bells, yes them bullets keep on rangin'
On fire like the Georgia mass choir we keep on sangin'
Bringin' our folks closer together
Cause they severed us from the get green
 Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big screen
Psych because no one is free when others are oppressed
So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest
 Growin' old
Like some eagles, people don't understand
 Just like their parents don't be carin'
I'm speakin' bout you playin' with that phony stuff you sharin'
 In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches
Thinkin' you got it but get it, get it but you ain't pimpin' no [bad word] Cause you fall in; fallin' like leaves into driveways
 Isn't it lovely smokin' good and sloppy head on highways
 Fridays are tight but Saturday just makes it old
 Winter nights are hot warm enough to feed your soul
 Growin' old

[Refrain]

[Outro]
See all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
Fat [bad word] turn to teardrops as fat [bad word] turns to flab
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Trees bright and green turn yellow brown
Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old