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)