Ms. Jackson

Ms. Jackson is the second single released from the fourth studio album Stankonia by American hip hop duo OutKast. The single was released on October 3, 2006 and peaked at #1 on the US Billboard Hot 100. The song is also the duo's biggest single to date overtaking "Elevators (Me & You). The song mainly discusses Andre's relationship with his ex-girlfriend Erykah Badu and her mother as he felt that he was being portrayed as a bad father since the birth of their first son "Seven Sirius Benjamin". The song also won the Grammy Award for "Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group".

Music Video
The music video follows Big Boi and Andre trying to survive in a house of the middle of nowhere with a few cats and dogs through a severe thunderstorm while Andre tries to puts pots and pans under all of the holes in the ceiling while Big Boi tries to fix the roof. The video ends with the roof of the house bursting open due to all of the water compression as Big Boi and Andre watch as the storm stops and the sun comes out. fuck all ya bitches

Lyrics
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas Yeah, go like this

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

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

Me and yo' daughter, got's this thing going on (We got a special kind of thing going on) You say it's puppy love We say it's full grown Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever You can plan a pretty picnic But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson

Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin; fine The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream Bout that crib with the Goodyear swing On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever? Forever never seems that long until you're grown And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could Become a magician to abacadabra all the sadder Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads It happened for a reason one can't be, mad So know this, know that everything's cool And yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation

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

Uh, uh, yeah "Look at the way he treats me" Shit, look at the way you treat me You see your little nosy-ass home girls Done got your ass sent up the creek G Without a paddle, you left to straddle And ride this thing on out Now you and your girl ain't speaking no more Cause my dick all in her mouth Know what I'm talking about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy Cheating to beating, envy and to the G they be the same thing So who you placing the blame on, you keep on singing the same song Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on You and your mama

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

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