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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 i'm after
I'm just a southernplayalistic pimp
I used to slang a fat rock, but now i'm servin hemp
I never even smoke that crumba crap but yo, i'm dope
But doper than a junky or a pooky cuz it's 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, andre's on my right
Tight like always, smoked out always(hootie hoo)
Dre:
Now playin these bitches is my favorite sport
But ain't no game when they be callin your name in the court
Oh, it's saturday night, i guess that makes it alright
Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight
That it's bustin out the seems, yes sir, i'm 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, i'm mackin 'em all
We met 'em up in the mall, recall player's ball
Well, it's player's ball 2, so i guess i'll 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 couldn't 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 can't cope with it
So, opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop
>from the streets of atl to the slums of college park
So got on martino, it's outkast for the 94 era
You heard the player's 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
It's that southern ses in your chest that is
One mo' gen for my friend who don't take
No bullshit from no bitch who is stank
I ain't 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 i'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes
Don't 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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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 i'm after I'm just a southernplayalistic pimp I used to slang a fat rock, but now i'm servin hemp I never even smoke that crumba crap but yo, i'm dope But doper than a junky or a pooky cuz it's 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, andre's on my right Tight like always, smoked out always(hootie hoo) Dre: Now playin these bitches is my favorite sport But ain't no game when they be callin your name in the court Oh, it's saturday night, i guess that makes it alright Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight That it's bustin out the seems, yes sir, i'm 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, i'm mackin 'em all We met 'em up in the mall, recall player's ball Well, it's player's ball 2, so i guess i'll 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 couldn't 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 can't cope with it So, opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop >from the streets of atl to the slums of college park So got on martino, it's outkast for the 94 era You heard the player's 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 It's that southern ses in your chest that is One mo' gen for my friend who don't take No bullshit from no bitch who is stank I ain't 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 i'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes Don't 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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