Текст песни Outkast f Goodie Mob - Call of Da Wild
Outkast f Goodie Mob - Call of Da Wild слова песни
[Dre]I`ll be comin around the ghetto when I come kickin one for the trebleY`all can`t stoop to my level, I`m like the devil or whateverI`m pickin up and throwin `em down like dishes Call me Kenny Anderson cuz I slam those Southern bitchesI ain`t braggin, folks draggin me up and down the roadTo be fucked up when I gets into my clownin modeThen go to clown up on they ass like BozoOh no, then dance on top of they asses like I was Jo Jo DancerCome Comet, come Dasher, come PrancerCome 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 equalAin`t no sequel, no saga, no way out, I`m nervousI`ve had it up to fo`head of niggaz tryin to serve usTo graduate is really becomin a very stressful journeyI feel like a steering wheel, for them is tryin to turn meInto a hate monger, and I`m wishin and I wonderDamn, will I graduate before I hit the summerI think not, Officer Friendly tryin to dig up in meHe said I`m half assed and got no future And so he sent me up the creek and shitStrokin like hell without no paddleBut niggaz is gettin smart, we back on the saddleNo longer, y`all know y`all had us down for some yearsIt`s the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it isChorus: Cee-LoI hear voices in my head and they keep callin me (repeat 4X)[T-Mo]As I step, the stage is emptyNo words as I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respectDon`t call me T, it`s a T thang with a G swangLet my nuts hang down to the flo` mainSmokin that dang dang, makin mics swangIn my 2-8-0 Z, nobody can see meCruisin down the block, just like I was a squirrelIn a world full of nuts, damnI`d probably be mad even if I called him Uncle SamSo bring dough to the Goodie Mo-BT-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie rather beDon`t flex on next, I break necks tooRollin with Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94 Ha-ha-haYeah, 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 niggazSqueezin rhymes like that noose around your neckYou can`t hang with this, see ain`t no thangs to thisI show no pity so take off because I`m dangerousI breaks `em off like I was Beat Street, see I be breakinSpeakin of breakin, break on how to get your life taken, boyFuckin around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig splitSimply means I`m bringin the funk with the hollow tipsPlaya shit is how I`m kickin itComin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackassSo fuck it or flip it, I`ll still be a playaPuffy afro with nigga naps off in my hairShit, that`s quickly how I run my shit and that`s how it beThat nigga B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, yeSee I`m a playa, got my struggle onThinkin about the volume and thickness of my bankrollYou see that cash is in my shit like colon cancerEven though I never smoke that shit like...yeahI give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the projectsSo don`t flex or get served with a pop neck shitOG, original gangsta, not quiteBut maybe when I`m locked up, liftin weights, gettin swole rightLife`s a bitch with a G-string cuz these off in your ass with it heySo you can see who can really hangBut y`all don`t wanna do nothin, y`all can go to hellAin`t no playas in office cuz I`m locked off in a cellSo can you feel me, niggachorus:[Khujo]Khujo, comin in dope, bring itI got more problems than the average JoeSo don`t come `round me with your flim flam, hot damnIt`s a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a birdK`s madness into cappinThrowin to do more load, so my fire lookin through the want adsAnd only red hot, desire in your pot with somethin wickedBut you can`t feel it, stickin out your monkey assI could let shit rot in the past, now it`s time to blast they assShhh...Mr. Knighton take off your hatCan`t even my wear my locs inDemon eye scopin, oh my, peripheral vision got it Made you go on your hoe`s barDecisions, decisions to make, oops, here comes the Goodie Mo crewAnd they just might want to battle youOut with the quicknessThe price of livin is beginning to be a risky businessUnkay, 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 apartmentsIn Chapel Forest, it`s gettin horridThe huntin child is on the prowl, yahhh!!!!!I let out a call to da wildI let out a call to da wild