I'll be comin around the ghetto when I come kickin one for the treble
Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever

I'm pickin up and throwin 'em down like dishes
Call me Kenny Anderson cuz I slam those Southern (*##$es
I ain't braggin, folks draggin me up and down the road

To be $#&@ed up when I gets into my clownin mode
Then go to clown up on they $$# like Bozo
Oh no, then dance on top of they $$#es like I was Jo Jo Dancer

Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer
Come ^!$$%z with machine guns, I think that is the answer
But the question 'Should we take that bull%#@! from them people?'

I'm makin 300 on my SAT and I am equal
Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous
I've had it up to fo'head of ^!$$%z tryin to serve us

To graduate is really becomin a very stressful journey
I feel like a steering wheel, for them is tryin to turn me
Into a hate monger, and I'm wishin and I wonder

Damn, will I graduate before I hit the summer
I think not, Officer Friendly tryin to dig up in me
He said I'm half $$#ed and got no future

And so he sent me up the creek and %#@!
Strokin like hell without no paddle
But ^!$$%z is gettin smart, we back on the saddle

No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some years
It's the call of da wild ^!$$%, uh, there it is


[Chorus: Cee-Lo]

I hear voices in my head and they keep callin me [repeat 4X]


[T-Mo]
As I step, the stage is empty

No words as I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect
Don't call me T, it's a T thang with a G swang
Let my nuts hang down to the flo' main

Smokin that dang dang, makin mics swang
In my 2-8-0 Z, nobody can see me
Cruisin down the block, just like I was a squirrel

In a world full of nuts, damn
I'd probably be mad even if I called him Uncle Sam
So bring dough to the Goodie Mo-B

T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie rather be
Don't flex on next, I break necks too
Rollin with Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94

Ha-ha-ha
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin?


[Chorus:]

[Big Boi]

Yeah, I'm steady buckin mutha$#&@as
Not duckin 'em like the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah ^!$$%z
Squeezin rhymes like that noose around your neck

You can't hang with this, see ain't no thangs to this
I show no pity so take off because I'm dangerous
I breaks 'em off like I was Beat Street, see I be breakin

Speakin of breakin, break on how to get your life taken, boy
$#&@in around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split
Simply means I'm bringin the funk with the hollow tips

Playa %#@! is how I'm kickin it
Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackass
So $#&@ it or flip it, I'll still be a playa

Puffy afro with ^!$$% naps off in my hair
%#@!, that's quickly how I run my %#@! and that's how it be
That ^!$$% B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, ye

See I'm a playa, got my struggle on
Thinkin about the volume and thickness of my bankroll
You see that cash is in my %#@! like colon cancer

Even though I never smoke that %#@! like...yeah
I give a call of da wild to my ^!$$%z around the projects
So don't flex or get served with a pop neck %#@!

OG, original gangsta, not quite
But maybe when I'm locked up, liftin weights, gettin swole right
Life's a (*##$ with a G-string c5z these off in your $$# with it hey

So you can see who can really hang
But y'all don't wanna do nothin, y'all can go to hell
Ain't no playas in office cuz I'm locked off in a cell
So can you feel me, ^!$$%


[Chorus:]

[Khujo]
Khujo, comin in dope, bring it
I got more problems than the average Joe

So don't come 'round me with your flim flam, hot damn
It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird
K's madness into cappin
Throwin to do more load, so my fire lookin through the want ads
And only red hot, desire in your pot with somethin wicked

But you can't feel it, stickin out your monkey $$#
I could let %#@! rot in the past, now it's time to blast they $$#
Shhh...Mr. Knighton take off your hat
Can't even my wear my locs in
Demon eye scopin, oh my, peripheral vision got it

Made you go on your hoe's bar
Decisions, decisions to make, oops, here comes the Goodie Mo crew
And they just might want to battle you
Out with the quickness
The price of livin is beginning to be a risky business
Unkay, Parkay.

How do you like the taste of hot butter meltin through your biscuits?
This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain...
Don't cut ^!$$%z I hang with before there were apartments
In Chapel Forest, it's gettin horrid
The huntin child is on the prowl, yahhh!!!!!
I let out a call to da wild
I let out a call to da wild