Outkast - Ms. Jackson

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

My baby's drama mama, don't like me

She be doing things like having them boys come from her neighborhood

To the studio trying to fight me

She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out

That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out

And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck

Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that

I love your mom and everything, but see I ain't the one who laid down

She wanna rib you up to start a custody war, my lawyers stay down

Shit you never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided

She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't invited

Despite it, I show her the utmost respect when I fall through

All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah