OutKast - Hootie Hoo lyrics

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, e'rr day, any day
Every damn day
I be thinking 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 serving hemp
I never even smoked a crumb of crack
But yo I'm dope mo' doper than a junkie or
A Pookie cause it's on
So each one, teach one, I be claiming true
To East Pointe and College Park and
The things I used to do around ATL
Home of the pimps and the money makers


Club Nikki
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
Drinking drinks and two is for the sound
Hootie Hoo that I make

Hootie Hoo
Tight like hallways, smoked out always
(Hootie Hoo) yeah, Hootie Hoo
Big Boi's on my left, andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always
(Hootie Hoo)

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 dun 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?
Draws, falling down like niggas 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
Talking 'bout her period late
Guess what I did
Click nah, it couldn't be me, not me

Hootie Hoo, Big Boi's on my left
Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always
(Hootie Hoo) yeah, Hootie Hoo
Big Boi's on my left, andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always
(Hootie Hoo)

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 and 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 taking it to another level
So 'lujah, Halle
Let me get a swallow of that Martell
And you may go to hell

Set sail with a nigga from ATL
Southwest that is
It's that Southern sess in your chest that is
One mo' '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, till I'm dead
Yes it's down yo throatholes
Don't get me wrong to disrespect
Is not my shit
But if you fall in this category
Then you'se a bitch hootie Hoo

Hootie Hoo, Big Boi's on my left
Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always
(Hootie Hoo) yeah, 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)