Hoo Follow the funk from the And the dank is crunk in the Dungeon It goes on and on and on, 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' days when I was a Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them I'm after I'm just a Southernplayalistic I used to a fat rock, but now I'm serving hemp I never even smoked a gram of crack, but yo I'm Mo' doper than a or a Pooky cause it's on So each one, teach one, I be claiming To East Point and College and the things I used to do Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money Club niggas, City 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, Hootie Hoo I make
Hoo Tight like hallways, out always(Hootie Hoo) Yeah, Hoo Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my Tight like hallways, smoked out (Hootie Hoo)
Now playing bitches is my favorite sport But no game when they be calling your name in the court Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it Got an twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight That it's out the seams, yes sir, I'm set Oh, but let me tuck the 380 I jet off in the Lac with 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 Player's Well, it's Player's Ball 2, so I guess call you on, and then your whole crew can fall through Now later on got here I takes a peek, now let me see, do we got here? Draws, falling like niggas in a drive-by I got up in draws and I told her bye bye About two later, she called me with some bullshit Talking 'bout her period late, guess I did No, it be me. Not me
Uh, you know we getting blizzard cause we got that chicken gizzard In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggas cope with it So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't From the of ATL to the slums of College Park So god no, it's Outkast for the 94 era You heard the player's call, we taking it to another So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of 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 who don't take No bullshit from no who is stank I ain't the sugar 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