Outkast - Hootie Hoo lyrics

[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 'Lac Ah suki, suki All day and 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 Southernplayalistic pimp I used to slang a fat rock, but now I'm servin hemp I never even smoke that crumba crap but yo, I'm dope But doper than a junky or a pooky cuz it's 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 n***az, 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, Andre's on my right Tight like always, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) [Dre:] Now playin these b**hes is my favorite sport But ain't no game when they be callin your name in the court Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight That it's bustin out the seems, 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 off when I writes Should I answer the call, yes, I'm mackin 'em all We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's Ball Well, it's Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll 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 n***az 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 bullsh** Talkin 'bout her period late, guess what I did Click Naw, it couldn't 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 n***az can't cope with it So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop From the streets of ATL 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 [Dre:] Set sail with a n***a from ATL, Southwest that is It's that Southern ses in your chest that is One mo' gen for my friend who don't take No bullsh** from no b**h who is stank I ain't the sugar daddy n***a 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 I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my sh** But if you fall in this category, then youse a b**h [chorus (4X)]