Wednesday, July 22, 2009

O-Yea-Yer


An Outkast classic. ATLiens.

"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 shit
Everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer"


Poker night manana. Chips, cards, beats, and rhymes shall be laid out.

Let's get it.
Peace.

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