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Hoo
Follow the funk from the
And the that is crunk in the Dungeon
It on and on and on, like that
Going out to the Jeeps and in the 'llac
Ah Suki,
All day and day, any day, damn day
I be thinking about the good ol' when I was a whippersnapper
Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be draws I'm after
I'm just a Southernplayalistic
I used to a fat rock, but now I'm serving hemp
I never even a gram of crack, but yo I'm dope
Mo' doper than a junkie or a cause it's on
So each one, teach one, I be true
To Point and College Park and the things I used to do
Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money
Club niggas, Magic and them Southern players
I never I was a gangsta but I will do ya
So Hallelujah,
One for the players at the crib, drinking
And two is for the sound, Hoo that I make

Hoo
Tight hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hoo
Big Boi on the left, on my right
Tight like hallways, out always (Hootie Hoo)

Now playing these is my favorite sport
But ain't no game they be calling your name in the court
Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess makes it alright
Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, so tight
it's busting out the seams, yes sir, I'm set
Oh, but let me the 380 before I jet
Hops off in the Lac Big Gipp, you got a light (Hootie Hoo)
Communication device dun off twice
Should I answer the call, yes, I'm 'em all
We met 'em up in the mall, recall Ball
Well, Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll call you
Later on, and then your whole can fall through
Now on done got here
I takes a peek, now let me see, do we got here?
Draws, down like niggas in a drive-by
I got up in them and I told her bye bye
About two weeks later, she called me some bullshit
Talking her period late, guess what I did

No, it be me. Not me

Uh, you know we getting blizzard cause we got that chicken gizzard
In the dungeon and but some of you niggas can't cope with it
So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it stop
From the streets of ATL to the of College Park
So god almighty no, Outkast for the 94 era
You the player's call, we taking it to another level
So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a of that Martel
And you may go to

Set sail a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is
It's Southern ses in your chest that is
One mo' gen for my friend who take
No bullshit no bitch who is stank
I the sugar daddy nigga who will make you
Silly of you to that I would, but I will lay you
Down like some bo-los, you can throw
Head, til I'm dead, yes, it's now broke hoes
get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit
But if you fall in this category, then a bitch