Outkast - Call Of Da Wild lyrics

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 b**hes I ain't braggin, folks draggin me up and down the road To be f**ed up when I gets into my clownin mode Then go to clown up on they a** like Bozo Oh no, then dance on top of they a**es like I was Jo Jo Dancer Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer Come n***az with machine guns, I think that is the answer But the question 'Should we take that bullsh** 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 n***az 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 a**ed and got no future And so he sent me up the creek and sh** Strokin like hell without no paddle But n***az 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 n***a, 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 muthaf**as Not duckin 'em like the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah n***az 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 f**in around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split Simply means I'm bringin the funk with the hollow tips Playa sh** is how I'm kickin it Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jacka** So f** it or flip it, I'll still be a playa Puffy afro with n***a naps off in my hair sh**, that's quickly how I run my sh** and that's how it be That n***a 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 sh** like colon cancer Even though I never smoke that sh** like...yeah I give a call of da wild to my n***az around the projects So don't flex or get served with a pop neck sh** OG, original gangsta, not quite But maybe when I'm locked up, liftin weights, gettin swole right Life's a b**h with a G-string c5z these off in your a** 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, n***a [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 a** I could let sh** rot in the past, now it's time to blast they a** 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 bu*ter meltin through your biscuits? This is your brain on d**, this is your brain... Don't cut n***az 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