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, err'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 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 money makers

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 twenty 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, I'm 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 takes 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's 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)