Hoo Follow the funk the skunk And the dank that is in the Dungeon It on and on and on, like that Going out to the and hoes 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 draws I'm I'm just a Southernplayalistic I to sling a fat rock, but now I'm serving hemp I never even smoked a of crack, but yo I'm dope Mo' doper a junkie or a Pooky cause it's on So one, teach one, I be claiming true To East Point and College Park and the things I to do ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers Club niggas, Magic City and Southern players I said I was a gangsta but I will do ya So Hallelujah, One for the at the crib, drinking drinks And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I
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 bitches is my sport But ain't no game when they be calling your in the court Oh, Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright Got an twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight it's busting out the seams, yes sir, I'm set Oh, but let me tuck the 380 I jet Hops off in the Lac Big Gipp, you got a light (Hootie Hoo) Communication device dun off twice Should I the call, yes, I'm macking 'em all We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's Well, it's Player's 2, so I guess I'll call you Later on, and then your whole crew can through Now later on got here I a peek, now let me see, what do we got here? Draws, down like niggas in a drive-by I got up in them draws and I her bye bye About two later, she called me with some bullshit Talking 'bout her period late, what I did No, it be me. Not me
Uh, well you we getting blizzard cause we got that chicken gizzard In the dungeon and scope but some of you can't cope with it So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't From the streets of ATL to the of College Park So god almighty no, Outkast for the 94 era You the player's 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, Southwest is It's Southern ses in your chest that is One mo' gen for my friend who take No bullshit from no bitch who is I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who make you Silly of you to that I would, but I will lay you like some bo-los, you can throw those Head, til I'm dead, yes, it's now your hoes Don't get me to disrespect is not my shit But if you fall in this category, you'se a bitch