More songs by Outkast
Description
Associated Performer: Outkast feat. Gangsta Boo & Eco
Associated Performer: Outkast
Vocal, Associated Performer: Gangsta Boo
Vocal: Big Boi
Vocal, Associated Performer: Eco
Vocal, Background Vocal: André 3000
Producer, Keyboards, Arranger: Earthtone III
Composer, Lyricist: André Benjamin
Lyricist, Composer: Antwan Patton
Composer, Lyricist: David Sheats
Lyricist, Composer: Lola Mitchell
Composer, Lyricist: Rashida Roberts
Recording Engineer: John Frye
Assistant Engineer: Vincent Alexander
Mixing Engineer: Leslie Brathwaite
Lyrics and translation
Original
Nigga, quit being so goddamn selfish. Put it in your pelvis.
Let it work, gyrate. No date.
I'll call before I come.
I won't just pop over out the blue.
I hope that you do too. I'll call before I come.
I won't just pop over out the blue.
-No, after you.
-Oh, thank you, Lord for throwing some shy bones in my body. Let me tell you why.
If not so, I'd be too, too bad when it comes to pink polka dots and plaid. Glad to meet you, my name is Dre, but you can call me
Possum, Aloysius, Jenkins, Andre 3000 for short.
And no, I don't wanna see your thongs. I kinda dig them old school regular drawers.
-I'll call before I come. -And I will call for your code.
I won't just pop over out the blue.
I hope that you do too. I'll call before I come.
I won't just pop over out the blue.
No, -after you. -I'm a gentleman.
I'ma satisfy your soul, then I'ma get mine.
Like Wimbledon, we back and forth across the code 'til we give out. Do you take it all or spit it out?
Are you faking the funk and living a lie? Do you really know what it feels like to have no control over the G-spot?
It's like a brand new pair of Reeboks or junkies fresh from detox.
You feel it tingling all over like commotion or the rooster pox.
I used to not give a damn, but now I'm making a point just to please you.
So you can go back and tell all your -little buddies I pre-TV'd you. -I'll call before I come.
I won't just pop over out the blue. I hope that you do too.
I'll call before I come. I won't just pop over out the blue.
-No, after you.
-Let's see, what you wanna do with a gangsta boo? Let's cut, nigga, nigga, what? I'll cut you too.
Coming through in an Escalade, limo tinted with shade.
Purple haze in the ashtray, ready to get a blaze. What's the biz, nigga?
Jump on in, relax with a lady with a reputation known for sexing niggas 'til they crazy. What you mean, dog? Telling a player like
Buddha calm 'fore I'm calling you a game or fucking on you for fun.
Join the bandwagon, nigga, it's a gangsta boo party.
Everybody wanna join, come and freak with somebody. Riding Jaguars, riding Priuses, all sports cars.
Hitting strip bars with the top down, fuck y'all.
Groupie, you need to be glad you even knew me. Do me and tell all my friends you truly blew me.
I'll call before I come. I won't just pop over out the blue.
I hope that you do too. I'll call before I come.
I won't just pop over out the blue.
-No, after you.
-Nigga, you better dial four-oh-four-four-eight-five or bump on lavish.
Hit you, better call before you get here, and that's a fact.
Before you get your feelings hurt because you caught me playing nerd with a stethoscope, running around in one of those cute short white skirts. I tried to tell you, but you just wouldn't respond to Aloysius.
Peeped through the window, saw me cooking shrimp in high heels and washing dishes for
Daddy Fat Sacks, and it was something I couldn't explain.
I know it's a dirty, dirty game, but you should've called before you came.
-I'll call before I come. -Yeah.
I won't just pop over out the blue.
I hope that you do too. I'll call before I come.
I won't just pop over out the blue.
No, after you. I'll call before I come.
I won't just pop over out the blue.
I hope that you do too. I'll call before I come.
I won't just pop over out the blue.
No, after you.