Call of Da Wild

(I hear voices) I'll be comin' around the ghetto When I come kickin' one for the treble Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever I'm pickin' 'em up and throwin' 'em down like dishes Call me Kenny Anderson 'cause I slam those southern bitches I ain't braggin', folks draggin' me up and down the road To be fucked up when I gets into my clownin' mode Then go to clown up on they ass like Bozo Oh no, then dance on top of they asses like Jo Jo Dancer Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer Come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer But the question "Should we take that bullshit from them people?" I'm makin' 300 on my SAT and I am equal Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous I've had it up to fo'head of suckers tryin' to serve us To graduate is really becomin a very stressful journey I feel like a steering wheel, for them is tryin' to turn me Into a hate monger, and I'm wishin and I wonder "Damn, will I graduate before I hit the summer?" I think not, Officer Friendly tryin' to dig up in me He said I'm half assed and got no future And so he sent me up the creek and shit Strokin' like hell without no paddle But niggas is gettin' smart, we back on the saddle No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some years It's the call of the wild, nigga, uh, there it is I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me As I step up, the stage is empty No words 'cause I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect Don't call me T, it's a T thang with a G swang Let my nuts hang down to the flo', man Smokin' that dang dang, makin' mics swang In my 2-8-0 Z, nobody can see me Cruisin' down the block, just like I was a squirrel In a world full of nuts, damn I'd probably be mad even if I called him Uncle Sam So bring dough to the Goodie Mo-B T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie rather be Don't flex, I'm next, I break necks too Rollin' with Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the '94, dude Ha-ha-ha Yeah, hm, you know what I'm sayin'? I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me Yeah, I'm steady buckin' muthafuckas Not duckin' 'em like the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah niggas Squeezin' rhymes like that noose around your neck You can't hang with this, see ain't no thangs to this I show no pity so take off because I's dangerous I breaks 'em off like I was Beat Street, see I be breakin' Speakin' of breakin', break on how to get your life taken, boy Fuckin' around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split Simply means I'm bringin' the funk with the hollow tips Players hit is how I'm kickin' it Comin' around the ghetto, treat 'em soft as a tack on a jackass So fuck it or flip it, I'll still be a player Puffy afro with nigga naps off in my hair Shit, that's quickly how I run my shit and that's how it be That nigga B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, ye See I'm a player, got my struggle on Thinkin' about the volume and thickness of me bankroll You see that conscience in my shit like colon cancer (yeah) Even though I never smoke that shit like (right, yeah), yeah I give a call of the wild to my niggas around the projects So don't flex or get served with a pop neck shit OG, original gangsta, not quite But maybe when I'm locked up, liftin' weights, gettin' swole right Life's a bitch with a G-string 'Cause these are in your ass with it, ay So you can see who can really hang But y'all don't wanna do nothin', y'all can go to hells Ain't no players in office 'cause I'm locked off in a cell So can you feel me, nigga? (No!) I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me Khujo, uh, comin' in dope, bring it I got mo' problems than the average Joe So, bro, don't come 'round me with yo' flim-flam, hot damn It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird K's madness into cappin' Throwin' to do more load, so my fire lookin' through the want ads And only red hot, desire in your pot with somethin' wicked But you can't feel it, stickin' out yo' monkey ass I could let shit rot in the past, now it's time to blast that ass Shhh... Mr. Knighton take off yo' hat Can't even my wear my locs in Demon eye scopin', oh my peripheral vision got it Made you go on your hoe's bar Decisions, decisions to make, oops, here comes the Goodie Mob crew And they just might want to battle you Out with the quickness The price of livin' is beginning to be a risky business Un-K, Par-K How do you like the taste of hot butter meltin' through yo' biscuits? This is yo' brain on drugs, this is yo' brain Don't cut niggas I hang with before there were apartments In Chapel Forest, it's gettin horrid The huntin' child is on the prowl, yah! I let out a call to the wild I let out a call to the wild