[Big Boi:]
Hootie Hoo
Follow the funk from the skunk and the dank that is crunk in the dungeon
It goes on and on and on, like that
Goin out to the Jeeps and hoes in the īLac
Ah suki, suki
All day and day, any day, every damn day
I be thinkin about the good olī days when I was a whippersnapper
Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws Iīm after
Iīm just a Southernplayalistic pimp
I used to slang a fat rock, but now Iīm servin hemp
I never even smoke that crumba crap but yo, Iīm dope
But doper than a junky or a pooky cuz itīs on
So each one, teach one, I be claimin true
Two weeks born in College Park and the things I used to do
Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers
Club niggaz, Magic City and them Southern playas
I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya
So Hallelujah, Hallelujah
One for the playas at the crib, dank and dranks
And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I make
[chorus:]
Hootie Hoo
Tight like always, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hootie Hoo
Big Boi on the left, Andreīs on my right
Tight like always, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)
[Dre:]
Now playin these bitches is my favorite sport
But ainīt no game when they be callin your name in the court
Oh, itīs Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright
Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, itīs so tight
That itīs bustin out the seems, yes sir, Iīm 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 off when I writes
Should I answer the call, yes, Iīm mackin īem all
We met īem up in the mall, recall Playerīs Ball
Well, itīs Playerīs Ball 2, so I guess Iīll call you
Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through
Now later on done got here
I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here?
Draws, fallin down like niggaz in a drive-by
I got up in them hoes and I told īem bye bye
About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
Talkin ībout her period late, guess what I did
Click
Naw, it couldnīt be me. Not me
[chorus 2x]
[Big Boi:]
Uh, well you know we gettin blizzard cuz we got that chicken gizzard
In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggaz canīt cope with it
So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it donīt stop
From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park
So got on Martino, itīs Outkast for the 94 era
You heard the playerīs call, we takin it to another level
So īlujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martel
And you may go to hell
[Dre:]
Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is
Itīs that Southern ses in your chest that is
One moī gen for my friend who donīt take
No bullshit from no bitch who is stank
I ainīt the sugar daddy nigga who will make 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 Iīm dead, yes, itīs now your broke hoes
Donīt get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit
But if you fall in this category, then youse a bitch
[chorus 4x]
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