Hoo Follow the funk the skunk And the dank is crunk in the Dungeon It goes on and on and on, that Going out to the and hoes in the 'llac Ah Suki, All day and day, any day, every day I be thinking about the ol' days when I was a whippersnapper to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws I'm after I'm just a Southernplayalistic I used to sling a fat rock, but now I'm hemp I never even a gram of crack, but yo I'm dope Mo' doper than a or a Pooky cause it's on So each one, one, I be claiming true To East Point and College and the things I used to do Around ATL, of the pimps and the money makers Club niggas, Magic City and them players I never said I was a gangsta but I do ya So Hallelujah, One for the players at the crib, drinks 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 like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)
Now playing these is my favorite sport But ain't no game when they be calling your name in the Oh, it's Saturday night, I that makes it alright Got an twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight That busting 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 dun went off twice Should I the call, yes, I'm macking 'em all We met 'em up in the mall, Player's Ball Well, Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll call you Later on, and then your whole crew can through Now on done got here I a peek, now let me see, what do we got here? Draws, falling like niggas in a drive-by I got up in them draws and I her bye bye About two weeks later, she called me with bullshit Talking 'bout her period late, what I did No, it be me. Not me
Uh, well you know we getting blizzard cause we got that chicken 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 slums of College So god almighty no, it's for the 94 era You heard the call, we taking it to another level So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a of that Martel And you may go to
Set sail with a nigga from ATL, that is It's that Southern ses in your that is One mo' gen for my friend who take No bullshit from no who is stank I ain't the sugar daddy who will make you Silly of you to think that I would, but I lay you Down like some bo-los, you can throw Head, til I'm dead, yes, it's now broke hoes Don't get me to disrespect is not my shit But if you in this category, then you'se a bitch