Rosa Parks

Interestingly, this track ended up in court with Mrs. Rosa Parks herself suing OutKast and their label for false advertising. Because it came to the 6th circuit on appeal from summary judgment, no decision on the merits was made other than that there was a material issue of fact as to the relationship of Rosa Parks to the song. The court said, "We believe that reasonable persons could conclude that there is no relationship of any kind between Rosa Parks' name and the content of the song-a song that is nothing more and nothing less than a paean announcing the triumph of superior people in the entertainment business over inferior people in that business." The court also questioned the success of OutKast's claimed metaphor for pushing their competition to the 'back of the bus' - Rosa Parks resisted moving to the back of the bus, she did not in fact force others there. "As the parties agree, she is “an international symbol of freedom, humanity, dignity and strength.” [citation omitted] There is not even a hint, however, of any of these qualities in the song to which Defendants attached her name." In the end, the court reserved judgment on the artistic value of the song, saying "whether we personally regard it as repulsive trash or a work of genius is immaterial to a determination of the legal issues presented to us" and left it for the district court to decide. The case never made it back to the district court, and the song is still up on Last.fm, so we can assume the parties settled their differences. The decision, which features the lyrics to the song in their entirety including a translation of the chorus by Mrs. Parks herself, can be found at 329 F.3d 437 (6th Cir. 2003).

[Intro: André 3000 + Debra Killings] Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Cut it up, oh, oh, oh! Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Uh-cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Uh-cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh [Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Verse 1: Big Boi] Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We takin' another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbin' every city then we headed to that Bat cave ATL, Georgia, what do we do for ya? Bulldoggin' hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy, you sounding silly, think my Brougham ain't sittin' pretty Doing doughnuts 'round you suckas like them circles around titties Damn, we, the committee, gon' burn it down But us gon' bust you in the mouth with the chorus now, say [Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say, ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Verse 2: André 3000] I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate, then activate the left and right brain Said, "Baby boy, you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past, your ass'll be a has-what That's one to live by or either that's one to die to I try to just throw it at you, determine your own adventure, André" Got to her station, "Here's my destination" She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours Took a shower, kinda sour 'cause my favorite group ain't comin' wit' it But I'm witcha 'cause you probably goin' through it anyway But anyhow, when in doubt Went on out and bought it 'cause I thought it would be jammin' But examine all the flawsky-wawsky, awfully Sad and it's costly, but that's all she Wrote, and I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shit's creek, "It's weak" is the last quote That I wanna hear when I'm goin' down When all's said and done and we got a new joe in town When the record player get to skippin' and slowin' down All y'all can say is, "Them niggas earned the crown," but until then [Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Harmonica Solo: Pastor Robert Hodo] [Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Outro: Debra Killings, Big Boi] Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Say ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Guitar Solo: Martin Terry] [Skit: Raekwon & Big Boi] It's just major right here, you know what I'm saying, yo son, my niggas, your niggas is on it man, straight up man Word man, glad we got together to do this, you know on time-outs, everybody North, South, East, West, you know what I'm saying, we doing this thing right here straight up for hip-hop We handling the Earth right now you niggas don't even know For sure You know what I mean? If it wasn't for us tryna enlighten y'all niggas with all types of flows and flavors, the game wouldn't be the same You gotta keep it innovative and new, creative. You know what I'm sayin'? Some people don't wanna hear the same old thing over and over No doubt, you gotta come provocative nigga, know what I mean? Shit gotta be spine-tingling with mad styles and crazy dangerous, I mean, bust-ya-shit-open beats, you know what I mean? It's like yo, niggas don't even know, son, yo we gon' play some funky shit for ya That's right Straight up, pay up, pay up nigga From East Point to Shaolin, y'all better know that, yeah! Hit this Henny