Lyrics

[Verse 1: 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 Going out to the Jeeps and the hoes in the 'llac Ah suki, suki, all day, every day, any day, every damn day I be thinking about the good old days when I was a whippersnapper Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them drawers I'm after I'm just a Southernplayalistic pimp I used to sling a fat rock, but now I'm serving hemp I never even smoked a crumb of crack, but yo, I'm dope More doper than a junkie or a Pookie 'cause it's on So each one teach one, I be claiming true To East Point and College Park and the things I used to do Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers Club Nikki's, Magic City, and them Southern players I never said I was a gangster, but I will do you So Hallelujah, Hallelujah One for the playas at the crib, drinking drinks And two is for the sound, hootie-hoo, that I make [Chorus] Hootie-hoo Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo, yeah) Hootie-hoo Big Boi on my left, Andre's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo) [Verse 2: André 3000] Now, playing these bitches is my favorite sport But ain't no game when they be calling 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 busting out the seams, 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 done went off twice Should I answer the call? Yes, we macking '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? Drawers falling down like niggas in a drive-by I got up in them hoes, then I told her, "Bye-bye" About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit Talking 'bout her period late, guess what I did? Click, nah, it couldn't be me, not me [Chorus] Hootie-hoo Big Boi on my left, Andre's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo) Hootie-hoo Big Boi on my left, Andre's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo) [Verse 3: Big Boi] Well, you know we getting blizzard 'Cause we got that chicken gizzard In the dungeon and scope But some of you niggas can't cope with it So, Opie, hip-hop, to the front, to the back, it don't stop From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park So God Almighty know, 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 Martell And you may go to Hell [Verse 4: André 3000] Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest, that is It's that Southern sess in your chest, that is One more 'gain for my friend who don't take No bullshit from no bitch who is stank I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will pay you Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you Down like some vocals, you can quote those Head 'til I'm dead, yes, it's down your throat holes Don't get me wrong, to disrespect is not my shit But if you fall in this category, then you's a bitch (Hootie-hoo) [Chorus] Hootie-hoo Big Boi's on my left, Andre's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo) Hootie-hoo Big Boi's on my left, Andre's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo) Hootie-hoo Big Boi's on my left, Andre's on that right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo) Hootie-hoo Big Boi's on my left, big Dre's on that right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo)