Lyrics

[Intro: Cee-Lo Green] I hear voices [Verse 1: André 3000] 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' 'em up and throwin' 'em down like dishes Call me Kenny Anderson 'cause I slam the sons of bitches I ain't braggin', folks draggin' me up and down the road (Yeah) They'll be fucked up when I gets into my clownin' mode Then cut the clown up on they ass like Bozo Oh, no, then dance on top of they asses like Jo Jo Dancer Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer Come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer But the question, "Should we take that bullshit from them people?" I'm makin' 300 on my SAT, yet I am equal Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous I've had it up to forehead of suckers tryna serve us To graduate is really becomin' a very stressful journey I feel like a steerin' wheel, for them is tryin' to turn me Into a hatemonger, and I'm wishin' and I wonder Damn, will I graduate before I hit the summer? I think not, Officer Friendly tryna dig up in me He said I'm half-assed and got no future and so he sent me Up the creek and shit, strokin' like hell without no paddle But niggas 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 the wild, nigga, uh, there it is [Chorus: Cee-Lo Green] I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me [Verse 2: T-Mo & André 3000] As I step up, the stage is empty No words 'cause I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect Don't call me T, it's a T thing with a G swing Let my nuts hang down to the floor, man Smokin' that dank dank, makin' mics swing 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 up Uncle Sam To bring dough to the Goodie Mo-B T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie Brandon B Don't flex, I'm next, I break necks too Rollin' with OutKast, P.A., Goodie Mob for the '94, dude Ha-ha-ha Yeah, huh, you know what I'm sayin'? Ha [Chorus: Cee-Lo Green] I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me [Verse 3: Big Boi] Yeah, I'm steady buckin' motherfuckers, not duckin' 'em like duck goose I'm heavily strapped, yeah, niggas, squeezin' rhymes like that noose Around your neck, you can't hang with this, see ain't no things to this I show no pity, so take off because I's dangerous I breaks 'em off like I was Beat Street, see, I be breakin' Speakin' of breakin', break on out or get your life taken, boy Fuckin' around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split Simply means I'm bringin' the funk with the hollow tips Player shit is how I'm kickin' it Comin' around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackass So fuck it or flip it, I'll still be a player Puffy afro with nigga naps off in my hair (Yeah) Shit, that's simply how I run my shit and that's how it be That nigga B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, yeek See, I'm a player, got my struggle on Thinkin' about the volume and the thickness of my bankroll You see, the cops is in my shit like colon cancer (Yeah) Even though I never smoke that shit like (Right), yeah (Yeah) I give a call of the wild to my niggas around the projects So don't flex or get served with a popped neck Shit, OG, original gangster, not quite But maybe when I'm locked up, liftin' weights, gettin' swole, right? Life's a bitch with a G-string, it's either in your ass or it ain't So you can see who can really hang But y'all don't wanna do nothin', y'all can go to hells Ain't no players in office 'cause I'm locked off in a cell So can you feel me, nigga? (No) [Chorus: Cee-Lo Green] I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me [Verse 4: Khujo] Khujo (Uh) Comin' in dope, bring it, I got more problems than the average Joe (Yeah) So, bro, don't come 'round me (Uh-huh) with your flim-flam, hot damn (Ooh) It's a jack, top of the burbs and my notebook is a bird (Hey) K's madness into cappin' Throw in a few more logs, so my fire lookin' through the want ads And only red hot, desire in your pot is something wicked But you can't feel it, stick it up your monkey ass (Ah) I could let shit ride in the past, now it's time to blast that ass Shh, 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 guard, no holds barred 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 beginnin' to be a risky business Uncaged, Parkay How do you like the taste of hot butter meltin' through your biscuit? This is your brain on drugs (Yeah), this is your brain Dope cut niggas I hang with before there were apartments In Chappell Forest, it's gettin' horrid The haunted child is on the prowl, yeah [Outro: Khujo & Cee-Lo Green] I let out a call to the wild My niggas in the '90s (Ha-ha) For my nigga ridin', know what I'm sayin'? Like that I let out a call to the wild Say, what you wanna do 'bout? Barbeque or mildew? (Yeah) They keep calling me Yeah