Outkast - Hootie Hoo Lyrics
[big boi]Hootie hooFollow the funk from the skunkAnd the dank that is crunk in the dungeonIt goes on and on and on, like thatGoin out to the jeeps and hoes in the llacAh suki, sukiAll day and day, any day, every damn dayI be thinkin about the good ol days when I was a whippersnapperUsed to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws Im afterIm just a southernplayalistic pimpI used to slang a fat rock, but now Im servin hempI never even smoked a gram of crack, but yo Im dopeMo doper than a junkie or a pooky cause its onSo each one, teach one, I be claimin trueTo east pointe and college park and the things I used to doAround atl, home of the pimps and the money makersClub niggaz, magic city and them southern playasI never said I was a gangsta but I will do yaSo hallelujah, hallelujahOne for the playas at the crib, drinking drinksAnd two is for the sound, hootie hoo that I makeChorus:Hootie hooTight like hallways, smoked out always(hootie hoo)Yeah, hootie hooBig boi on the left, andres on my rightTight like hallways, smoked out always (hootie hoo)[andre benjamin]Now playin these *****es is my favorite sportBut aint no game when they be callin your name in the courtOh, its saturday night, I guess that makes it alrightGot an obese twenty sack, fully packed, its so tightThat its bustin out the seems, yes sir, Im setOh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jetHops off in the lac with big gipp, you got a light(hootie hoo)Communication device dun went off twiceShould I answer the call, yes, Im mackin em allWe met em up in the mall, recall players ballWell, its players ball 2, so I guess Ill call youLater on, and then your whole crew can fall throughNow later on done got hereI takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here?Draws, fallin down like niggaz in a drive-byI got up in them hoes and I told em bye byeAbout two weeks later, she called me with some bullshitTalkin bout her period late, guess what I didClickNaw, it couldnt be me. not meChorus(2x)[big boi]Uh, well you know we gettin blizzard cuz we got that chicken gizzardIn the dungeon and scope but some of you niggaz cant cope with itSo, opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it dont stopFrom the streets of atl to the slums of college parkSo got on martino, its outkast for the 94 eraYou heard the players call, we takin it to another levelSo lujah, halle, let me get a swallow of that martelAnd you may go to hell[andre benjamin]Set sail with a nigga from atl, southwest that isIts that southern ses in your chest that isOne mo gen for my friend who dont takeNo bullshit from no ***** who is stankI aint the sugar daddy nigga who will make youSilly of you to think that I would, but I will lay youDown like some bo-los, you can throw thoseHead, til Im dead, yes, its now your broke hoesDont get me wrong to disrespect is not my shitBut if you fall in this category, then youse a *****Chorus(4x)
