Hootie Hoo

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 Going out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'llac Ah Suki, Suki All day and day, any day, every damn day I be thinking 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 sling a fat rock, but now I'm serving 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 claiming true To East Point and College Park and the things I used to do Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers Club niggas, 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) Yeah, Hootie Hoo Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Now playing these bitches is my favorite sport But ain't no game when they be calling 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 busting out the seams, 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, I'm macking '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, falling down like niggas in a drive-by I got up in them draws and I told her bye bye About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit Talking 'bout her period late, guess what I did Click No, it couldn't be me. Not me Hootie Hoo Tight like hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo) Yeah, Hootie Hoo Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Uh, well you know we getting blizzard cause we got that chicken gizzard In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggas 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 god almighty no, it's Outkast for the 94 era You heard the player's call, we taking 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 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 bullshit from no bitch who is stank I ain't 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 I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit But if you fall in this category, then you'se a bitch