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Interpret:
Outkast
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| Hootie Hoo
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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 cuz 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 niggaz, 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 bitches 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 niggaz 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 cuz we got that chicken gizzard
In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggaz 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 nigga 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 bitch who is stank
I aint the sugar daddy nigga 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 shit
But if you fall in this category, then youse a bitch
chorus(4X)
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