[Chorus: x2] Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house. Don't, don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house. Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house. If you ain't sup than you can f***** get your ass out. [Verse 1:] That's digital situation critical Hate to make it so blatant baby But I ain't playing Maybe you got me confused With one of them other dudes. I ain't none of them. Under they breath mumbling. Scared to tell them hoes what it is. You put yourself in that position. I chill with all that baller fishing You f***** around and you caught a shark. Cold hard, tell your feelings too fall. I'm too focused on getting my rims polo-coated. One of the dopest, I'm scheduled one You just ibuprofen, what is you smoking? I'm focused to growing they got you choking The options open, you can hide with them suckers Or ride low and get higher than a mother f****! [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Straight stunting, sucker n****** I take from them. They b****** that is, get up in the car with wiz Visit http://www.xtralyrics.com They know they going to bank something, ain't fronten. Smoking off the eighth onion Get it twisted because you see me on your computer screen Thinking because you got wireless you get as high as us B***** leaving they lame n***** to ride with us Planes over everything in the fly we trust. This bottle smell is obvious Than my connect come from cali I'm good long as the money piling up All the while I'm just quick lane pimping Big jane twisting Walking how I talk it b**** that's Pittsburgh pimping. [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Yo I was candy coated, Bentley colored [? ] really made it Killing with the bumper grill Chandelier ceiling kush[? ] [? ] is you f******, is you sucking I was wondering cause if not Don't be pushing all my buttons in my cutless Unless you cutting. B**** I'm just saying I ain't tricking is the reason that this porno flick playing Troy shaking knocking pictures off the wall Southern made call, 808 mean no draws You got friends I f*** them all What you mean you ain't nasty Why the f*** you came Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane. Mississippi [? ] mouth piece frigid Throw the mic out of sight Show you bright can you feel it shawty [Chorus]

[Verse One: Big Boi] The rhymes I designed are truly unrefined Like diamonds with a spec of blood dug up out a mine Flows flood between the ears right behind my eyes Giving birth to lines, soul searching for the prize I take my time when deciding what to write Like the SAT while these other niggaz bite Underated and mostly hated but got a lot of fight Like a player, play the background, fuck the spotlight Night night, I recite when I step up to this mic Reputation trump tight like the husband want a wife Stay sharp as broken glass, get busted on or smashed When your ass cross paths with this half of the Kast [Chorus One: B.o.B + (Big Boi)] It's bed time, bed time Tuck yourself I can tell that you're terrified Check my record you'll see that I'm verified (Nobody want none) I terrorize (Don't nobody want none) Now you're terrified (Nobody want none of this here) It's bed time [Big Boi talking] Yeah this where second vers supposed to go I don't think I need to hit ya'll with another verse But, I think I might, because I like to destroy shit Visit http://www.xtralyrics.com [Verse Two: Big Boi] There's no time to retreat and no surrender Been ready for battle General Patton's no beginner I keep it all Madden, I call the play then execute for the W Leave the rest of you destitute, now put that money up Oh and your content is nonsense; How you expect to get it a little resitution with all this ghetto flaugin Snow, that's for tobaggans, no won't be no pardons Or bargains, three striked then you +Yank+ed up like +A. Rod+ and, uh, with no apartments, you got no home to run to You snitching on yourself and no its your front they come through Without a tap on your phone The only thing they had to do is listen to raps on your songs... [Chorus Two: Joi + (Big Boi)] Lights out, the time for the nighty night's overude This is the final countdown to your swan song, you are through All wack emcees and posers this is going out to you Fuck boys will drop their jaws and all because here something new (Something new, something new) ooooh-ooooh-oh-ooooh (Something new, something new) [Verse Three: Big Boi] Straight out the plastic, like a pair of footies, no show My nigga you can't no see me and thats for sho, four door Any kind of Cadillac I go slow, what I'm smoking on Some of that chokehold, no low, no mid Top of the line pine, because I blow big, been here for a while Your momma likes my style, and so do your kids I know you love it, cuz a hater loves to hate You need me like a junkie needs a razor blade and plate I'm dope nigga [Chorus One] [Chorus Two]