[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 ^!$$%z, 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 (*##$es 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 ^!$$%z 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 bull%#@!

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 ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% 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 bull%#@! 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 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 %#@!
But if you fall in this category, then youse a (*##$


[chorus (4X)]