Hootie Hoo Songtext
von OutKast

Hootie Hoo
Follow the funk from the skunk
And the dank that is crunk in the Dungeon (boy)
It goes on and on and on, like that
Goin′ out to the Jeeps and the hoes in the 'Lac
Ah suki, suki
All day, every 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 Southern playalistic pimp

I used to slang a fat rock, but now I′m servin' hemp
I never even smoked a gram of crack, but yo, I′m dope
Mo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky ′cause it's on
So each one, teach one, I be claimin′ true
To East Point and College Park and the things I used to do


Around A-T-L, home of the pimps and the moneymakers
Club Nikki's, Magic City, and them Southern players
I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya
So hallelujah, hallelujah
One for the players 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)
Hootie Hoo
Big Boi on my left, André's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)

Now playin′ these bitches is my favorite sport
But ain′t no game when they be callin' yo′ name in the court
Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright
Got a obese 20 sack, fully packed, it′s so tight
That it's bustin′ out the scenes, 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 mackin′ ′em all
We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player′s Ball


Well, it's Player′s Ball two, so I guess I call you
Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through
Now later on done got here
I take a peek, now let me see, what do we got here?
Draws, fallin' 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
Talkin' 'bout her period late, guess what I did
Click
Naw, it couldn′t be me, not me, no

Hootie Hoo
Big Boi on my left, André′s on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)
Hootie Hoo
Big Boi on my left, André's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)
Yeah

Uh, well you know we gettin′ blizzard
'Cause we got that chicken gizzard
In the Dungeon and scope but some of you niggas can′t cope wit' it
So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don′t stop
From the streets of A-T-L 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

Set sail with a nigga from A-T-L, Southwest that is
It′s that Southern cess in yo' chest that is
One mo′ gen 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 bo-los, you can throw those
Head, 'til I'm dead, yes, it′s now yo′ broke hoes
Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit
But if you fall in this category, then you′re a bitch

Hootie Hoo
Hootie Hoo
Big Boi's on my left, André′s on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)
Hootie Hoo
Big Boi's on my left, André′s on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)
Yeah

Hootie Hoo
Big Boi's on my left, André'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)