Outkast - Call Of Da Wild Lyrics
[dre]Ill be comin around the ghetto when I come kickin one for the trebleYall cant stoop to my level, Im like the devil or whateverIm pickin up and throwin em down like dishesCall me kenny anderson cuz I slam those southern *****esI aint braggin, folks draggin me up and down the roadTo be *****ed up when I gets into my clownin modeThen go to clown up on they ass like bozoOh no, then dance on top of they asses like I was jo jo dancerCome comet, come dasher, come prancerCome niggaz with machine guns, I think that is the answerBut the question should we take that bullshit from them people?Im makin 300 on my sat and I am equalAint no sequel, no saga, no way out, Im nervousIve had it up to fohead of niggaz tryin to serve usTo graduate is really becomin a very stressful journeyI feel like a steering wheel, for them is tryin to turn meInto a hate monger, and Im wishin and I wonderDamn, will I graduate before I hit the summerI think not, officer friendly tryin to dig up in meHe said Im half assed and got no futureAnd so he sent me up the creek and shitStrokin like hell without no paddleBut niggaz is gettin smart, we back on the saddleNo longer, yall know yall had us down for some yearsIts the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it isChorus: cee-loI hear voices in my head and they keep callin me (repeat 4x)[t-mo]As I step, the stage is emptyNo words as I serve with my southern dialect, so I get respectDont call me t, its a t thang with a g swangLet my nuts hang down to the flo mainSmokin that dang dang, makin mics swangIn my 2-8-0 z, nobody can see meCruisin down the block, just like I was a squirrelIn a world full of nuts, damnId probably be mad even if I called him uncle samSo bring dough to the goodie mo-bT-mo, khujo, cee-lo, j and my homie rather beDont flex on next, I break necks tooRollin with outkast, pa, goodie mob for the 94Ha-ha-haYeah, you know what Im sayin?Chorus:[big boi]Yeah, Im steady buckin mutha*****asNot duckin em like the goose, Im heavily strapped, yeah niggazSqueezin rhymes like that noose around your neckYou cant hang with this, see aint no thangs to thisI show no pity so take off because Im dangerousI breaks em off like I was beat street, see I be breakinSpeakin of breakin, break on how to get your life taken, boy*****in around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig splitSimply means Im bringin the funk with the hollow tipsPlaya shit is how Im kickin itComin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackassSo ***** it or flip it, Ill still be a playaPuffy afro with nigga naps off in my hairShit, thats quickly how I run my shit and thats how it beThat nigga b-i-g b-o-i, that be me, yeSee Im a playa, got my struggle onThinkin about the volume and thickness of my bankrollYou see that cash is in my shit like colon cancerEven though I never smoke that shit like...yeahI give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the projectsSo dont flex or get served with a pop neck shitOg, original gangsta, not quiteBut maybe when Im locked up, liftin weights, gettin swole rightLifes a ***** with a g-string cuz these off in your ass with it heySo you can see who can really hangBut yall dont wanna do nothin, yall can go to hellAint no playas in office cuz Im locked off in a cellSo can you feel me, niggaChorus:[khujo]Khujo, comin in dope, bring itI got more problems than the average joeSo dont come round me with your flim flam, hot damnIts a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a birdKs madness into cappinThrowin to do more load, so my fire lookin through the want adsAnd only red hot, desire in your pot with somethin wickedBut you cant feel it, stickin out your monkey assI could let shit rot in the past, now its time to blast they assShhh...mr. knighton take off your hatCant even my wear my locs inDemon eye scopin, oh my, peripheral vision got itMade you go on your hoes barDecisions, decisions to make, oops, here comes the goodie mo crewAnd they just might want to battle youOut with the quicknessThe price of livin is beginning to be a risky businessUnkay, parkay.How do you like the taste of hot butter meltin through your biscuits?This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain...Dont cut niggaz I hang with before there were apartmentsIn chapel forest, its gettin horridThe huntin child is on the prowl, yahhh!!!!!I let out a call to da wildI let out a call to da wild
