[Verse 1: André 3000] Caroline, Caroline All the guys would say she's mighty fine But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time And the other half either got you cussed out or coming up short Yeah, now dig this, even though You'd need a golden calculator to divide The time it took to look inside and realize That real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah
[Hook: André 3000] I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer, see that roses really smell like poo-poo-oo Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-oo
[Verse 2: André 3000] Caroline, see she's the reason for the word bitch I hope she's speeding on the way to the club Tryna hurry up to get to some baller or singer or somebody like that And try to put on her make up in the mirror and crash, crash, crash Into a ditch, just playing She needs a golden calculator to divide The time it takes to look inside and realize That real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah
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[Verse 3: Big Boi] Well, she's got a hottie's body but her attitude is potty When I met her at a party, she was hardly acting naughty I said \"Shorty, would you call me?\" She said, \"Pardon me, are you balling?\" I said \"Darling, you sound like a prostitute pausing\" Oh, so you're one them freaks Get geeked at the sight of an ATM receipt But game been peeped, dropping names she's weak Tricking off this bitch is lost, must take me for a geek A quick way to eat, a neat place sleep A rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat No go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless Regardless, we don't want to get involved with all them lawyers And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom I wanna see your support bra, not support you
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[Bridge: André 3000] Better come back down to Mars Girl, quit chasing cars What happens when the dough gets low Bitch, you ain't that fine, no way, no way, no way
[Outro: Big Boi] Crazy bitch (Bitch, stupid ass bitch, old punk-ass bitch Old dumb-ass bitch, a bitch's bitch, just a bitch)