Bowtie

Outkast · Speakerboxxx/The Love Below [2003]

Otkast : Speakerboxxx, Big boi



Girl you cut up! (oww!)

Girl you know you cut up!



Hook: Crocodile on my feet/

fox fur on my back/

Bowtie 'round my neck/

That's why they call me gangsta mack/

in the Cadillac!! Yeah!!! (repeat)



1 verse (Big Boi)

Nasty Noompsy Knightingale/ Fresh in that tuxedo/

Cumperbun with no suspenders/ my torpedo, your libido/

Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)/

I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys/

To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this/

smack on smack on some of this dick tracy/

arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker/

you took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor/

Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream/

She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things/

Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)/

In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where it...//

(hook)



verse 2 (big boi)

Oh, lord! How can it be so hard??/

To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or a leotard/

But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique/

You unique, you best belive, I'm gon' skeet once I speak/

Spoke, spit, spatter, spat, and I macked her just like that/

But it takes years of perseverance and experience to get the cat!/

So why don't I chase this Hennessy down whih some of that/

on your back like a cheerleader missing the final stack!/

As we strut skip the line through the glass window glance/

We look fine, right on time/

As we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've come to play//



(sleepy): Everybody's watching 'cause them furs just hit the door/

While the gator's creeping, crawling, oh so wicked across that floor/

To the V.I.P where we proceed to give you what you need/

Throw your hands up if you feel me! Throw your hands up if you feel me!!/

'Cause we well designed and fine as wine/

Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why/

I got the ladies in line, because they can't deny/

So raise your hands to the sky 'cause we super fly//

'cause we super fly

(Hook)