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 Im after Im just a Southernplayalistic pimp I used to slang a fat rock, but now Im servin hemp I never even smoke that crumba crap but yo, Im dope But doper than a junky or a pooky cause its 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 ni***z, 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, Andres on my right Tight like always, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo) Dre: Now playin these b*****s is my favorite sport But aint no game when they be callin your name in the court Oh, its Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, its so tight That its bustin out the seems, yes sir, Im 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, Im mackin em all We met em up in the mall, recall Players Ball Well, its Players Ball 2, so I guess Ill 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 ni***z 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 couldnt be me. Not me Chorus(2X) Big Boi: Uh, well you know we gettin blizzard cause we got that chicken gizzard In the dungeon and scope but some of you ni***z cant cope with it So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it dont stop >From the streets of atl to the slums of College Park So got on Martino, its Outkast for the 94 era You heard the players 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 Its that Southern ses in your chest that is One mo gen for my friend who dont take No bullshit from no b***h who is stank I aint 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 Im dead, yes, its now your broke hoes Dont get me wrong to disrespect is not my s**t But if you fall in this category, then youse a b***h
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 03:21:25 +0000
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