Hootie Hoo

Hootie Hoo Follow the funk from the skunk And the dank that is crunk in the Dungeon (boy) It goes on and on and on, like that Goin' out to the Jeeps and the hoes in the 'Lac Ah suki, suki All day, every day, any day, every damn day I be thinkin' about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws I'm after I'm just a Southern playalistic pimp I used to slang a fat rock, but now I'm servin' hemp I never even smoked a gram of crack, but yo, I'm dope Mo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky 'cause it's on So each one, teach one, I be claimin' true To East Point and College Park and the things I used to do Around A-T-L, home of the pimps and the moneymakers Club Nikki's, Magic City, and them Southern players I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya So hallelujah, hallelujah One for the players at the crib, drinking drinks And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I make Hootie Hoo Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Hootie Hoo Big Boi on my left, André's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Now playin' these bitches is my favorite sport But ain't no game when they be callin' yo' name in the court Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright Got a obese 20 sack, fully packed, it's so tight That it's bustin' out the scenes, yes sir, I'm set Oh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jet Hops off in the 'Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light (Hootie Hoo) Communication device dun went off twice Should I answer the call? Yes, we mackin' 'em all We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's Ball Well, it's Player's Ball two, so I guess I call you Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through Now later on done got here I take a peek, now let me see, what do we got here? Draws, fallin' down like niggas in a drive-by I got up in them hoes and I told 'em "Bye-bye" About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit Talkin' 'bout her period late, guess what I did Click Naw, it couldn't be me, not me, no Hootie Hoo Big Boi on my left, André's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Hootie Hoo Big Boi on my left, André's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Yeah Uh, well you know we gettin' blizzard 'Cause we got that chicken gizzard In the Dungeon and scope but some of you niggas can't cope wit' it So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop From the streets of A-T-L to the slums of College Park So got on Martino, it's Outkast for the '94 era You heard the player's call, we takin' it to another level So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martel And you may go to hell Set sail with a nigga from A-T-L, Southwest that is It's that Southern cess in yo' chest that is One mo' gen for my friend who don't take No bullshit from no bitch who is stank I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will pay you Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you Down like some bo-los, you can throw those Head, 'til I'm dead, yes, it's now yo' broke hoes Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit But if you fall in this category, then you're a bitch Hootie Hoo Hootie Hoo Big Boi's on my left, André's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Hootie Hoo Big Boi's on my left, André's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Yeah Hootie Hoo Big Boi's on my left, André's on that right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Hootie Hoo Big Boi's on my left, big Dre's on that right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)