[Dre]
 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 bitches
 I ain't braggin  folks draggin me up and down the road
 To be fucked up when I gets into my clownin mode
 Then go to clown up on they ass like Bozo
 Oh no, then dance on top of they asses like I was Jo Jo Dancer
 Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer
 Come niggaz 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 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 niggaz 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 assed and got no future
 And so he sent me up the creek and shit
 Strokin like hell without no paddle
 But niggaz 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 nigga, 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 muthafuckas
 Not duckin 'em like the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah niggaz
 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
 Fuckin around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split
 Simply means I'm bringin the funk with the hollow tips
 Playa 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 playa
 Puffy afro with nigga naps off in my hair
 Shit, that's quickly how I run my shit and that's how it be
 That nigga 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 shit like colon cancer
 Even though I never smoke that shit like...yeah
 I give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the projects
 So don't flex or get served with a pop neck shit
 OG, original gangsta, not quite
 But maybe when I'm locked up, liftin weights, gettin swole right
 Life's a bitch with a G-string cuz these off in your ass 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, nigga

 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 ass
 I could let shit rot in the past, now it's time to blast they ass
 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 niggaz 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