ATliens – English Lyrics

• By: OutKast

Lyrics & Translation

Learning a language through music is a fantastic journey, and OutKast's 'ATliens' offers a unique window into the dialect and culture of the American South. The song is rich with regional slang and references that provide a vibrant and authentic learning experience. What makes 'ATliens' special is its blend of street-smart storytelling and philosophical musings, allowing you to learn not just the language, but also the mindset and cultural pride of a region that reshaped the landscape of hip-hop.

[English]

- [Narrator] The hieroglyphics tell us the story

of two visionaries, Outkast, not of this world.

They led a band of ragtag followers,

carrying everything they had, pursued by forces of evil.

The symbols show us they reached their destination,

but what happened inside is a mystery.

(hip-hop beat begins)

♪ Yeah, uh, East Point ♪

♪ College Park in the house ♪

♪ Decatur ♪

♪ Uh, Old National got the skanks ♪

♪ Everybody, uh, know what I'm sayin' ♪

♪ Check it ♪

♪ Well it's the M-I, crooked letter, ain't no one better ♪

♪ And when I'm on the microphone ♪

♪ You best to wear your sweater ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails ♪

♪ Oh hell, there he go again talkin' that... ♪

♪ Bend corners like I was a curve, ♪

♪ I struck a nerve ♪

♪ And now you 'bout to see this Southern player serve ♪

♪ I heard it's not where you're from ♪

♪ But where you pay rent ♪

♪ Then I heard it's not what you make ♪

♪ But how much you spent ♪

♪ You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, ♪

♪ But I'm not worried ♪

♪ 'Cause when we step up in the party, ♪

♪ Like a mouse, you scurry ♪

♪ So go get your... shine box, ♪

♪ And your sack of nickels ♪

♪ It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles ♪

♪ Daddy Fat Sacks, B-I-G B-O-I ♪

♪ It's that same... that took them knuckles to your eye ♪

♪ And I try to warn you not to test but you don't listen ♪

♪ Givin' the shout out to my Uncle Donnel ♪

♪ Locked up in prison (yeah) ♪

♪ Now throw your hands in the air ♪

♪ And wave 'em like you just don't care ♪

♪ And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp... ♪

♪ Everybody, let me hear you say, "Oh-yeah-yer" ♪

♪ Now throw your hands in the air ♪

♪ And wave 'em like you just don't care ♪

♪ And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp... ♪

♪ Everybody, let me hear you say, "Oh-yeah-yer" ♪

♪ Now my oral illustration be like... stimulation ♪

♪ To the female gender, ain't nothin' better ♪

♪ Let me know when it's... enough to enter ♪

♪ If not I'll wait, ♪

♪ Because the future of the world depends on ♪

♪ If or if not the child we raise ♪

♪ Gon' have that... syndrome ♪

♪ Or will it know to beat the odds regardless ♪

♪ of the skin tone ♪

♪ I really feel that if we tune it ♪

♪ it just might get picked on ♪

♪ Or will it give a... about what others say and get gone ♪

♪ They alienate us 'cause we different ♪

♪ Keep your hands to the sky ♪

♪ Like Sounds of Blackness ♪

♪ When I practice what I preach, it don't lie ♪

♪ I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie ♪

♪ Now breaker, breaker 10-4, can I get some reply ♪

♪ Now everybody say ♪

♪ Now throw your hands in the air ♪

♪ And wave 'em like you just don't care ♪

♪ And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp... ♪

♪ Everybody, let me hear you say, "Oh-yeah-yer" ♪

♪ ♪ Now throw your hands in the air ♪

♪ And wave 'em like you just don't care ♪

♪ And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp... ♪

♪ Everybody, let me hear you say, "Oh-yeah-yer" ♪

♪ Everyday I sit while my... be in school ♪

♪ Thinkin' about the second album ♪

♪ At the Dungeon shootin' pool ♪

♪ Like E-S to the P-N, ♪

♪ 'Cause we adjust to the beat in the zone ♪

♪ Honey, I'm home but I'm not married ♪

♪ Carried a lot of problems around bein' frustrated ♪

♪ And now I'm sittin' at the end of the month ♪

♪ I just made it ♪

♪ Like you made the B team ♪

♪ And like the daddy's wife, you makin' the coffee ♪

♪ You heard the ATLiens ♪

♪ So back the hell up off me (shh, shh) ♪

♪ Softly as if I played piano in the dark ♪

♪ Found a way to channel my anger not to embark ♪

♪ The world's a stage and everybody gots to play their part ♪

♪ God works in mysterious ways so when he starts ♪

♪ The job of speakin' through us ♪

♪ We be so sincere with this here ♪

♪ No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day ♪

♪ Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon ♪

♪ That never runs out of ammunition ♪

♪ So I'm ready for war, okay ♪

♪ Now throw your hands in the air ♪

♪ And wave 'em like you just don't care ♪

♪ And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp... ♪

♪ Everybody, let me hear you say, "Oh-yeah-yer" ♪

♪ Now throw your hands in the air ♪

♪ And wave 'em like you just don't care ♪

♪ And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp... ♪

♪ Everybody, let me hear you say, "Oh-yeah-yer" ♪

(hip-hop beat)

(building rumbling)

(building collapsing)