Outkast

Outkast - Hootie Hoo songtekst

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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
 Goin out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'Lac
 Ah suki  suki
 All day and 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 Southernplayalistic pimp
 I used to slang a fat rock, but now I'm servin hemp
 I never even smoke that crumba crap but yo, I'm dope
 But doper than a junky or a pooky cuz it's on
 So each one, teach one, I be claimin true
 Two weeks born in College Park and the things I used to do
 Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers
 Club niggaz, 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, dank and dranks
 And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I make

 chorus:
 Hootie Hoo
 Tight like always, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
 Yeah, Hootie Hoo
 Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my right
 Tight like always, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)

 Dre:
 Now playin these bitches is my favorite sport
 But ain't no game when they be callin 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 bustin out the seems, 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 off when I writes
 Should I answer the call, yes, I'm mackin '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, fallin down like niggaz 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

 chorus(2X)

 Big Boi:
 Uh, well you know we gettin blizzard cuz we got that chicken gizzard
 In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggaz 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 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

 Dre:
 Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is
 It's that Southern ses in your 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 make 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 your broke hoes
 Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit
 But if you fall in this category, then youse a bitch

 chorus(4X
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: LaFace Records

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1994

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1994)

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