T-Mo - Call of Da Wild lyrics

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T-Mo - Call of Da Wild lyrics

[Verse 1: André 3000] I'll be coming around the ghetto when I come kicking one for the treble Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever I'm picking em up and throwing em down like dishes Call me Kenny Anderson cause I slam the sons of b**hes I ain't bragging, folks dragging me up and down the road They'll be f**ed up when I gets into my calling mode Then cut the clown up on they a** like Bozo Oh no, then dance on top of they a**es like Jo Jo Dancer Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer Come n***as with machine guns, I think that is the answer But the question "Should we take that bullsh** from them people?" I'm making 300 on my SAT yet I am equal Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous I've had it up to fo'head of s**as tryin to serve us To graduate is really becomin a very stressful journey I feel like a steering wheel, for them is trying to turn me Into a hate monger, and I'm wishing 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** Stroking like hell without no paddle But n***as 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 [Hook: Cee-Lo Green] I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me (x4) [Verse 2: T-Mo] As I step up, the stage is empty No words cause 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' mane Smoking that dang dang, making mics swang In my 2-8-0 Z, nobody can see me, cruising 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 Uncle Sam To bring dough to the Goodie Mo-B T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie Brandon B Don't flex, I'm next, I break necks too Rolling with Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94 Ha-ha-ha. Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Boi] Yeah, I'm steady bucking muthaf**as Not ducking 'em like duck goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah n***as Squeezing 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 breaking Speaking of breaking, break on out or get your life taken, boy f**ing around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split Simply means I'm bringing the funk with the hollow tips Playa sh** is how I'm kicking it Coming 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 simply how I run my sh** and that's how it be That n***a B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, yeek See I'm a playa, got my struggle on Thinking about the volume and thickness of my bankroll You see the cops is in my sh** like colon cancer Even though I never smoke that sh** like (right)...yeah I give a call of da wild to my n***as 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, lifting weights, getting swole right Life's a b**h with a G-string, it's either in your a** or it ain't So you can see who can really hang But y'all don't wanna do nothing, y'all can go to hell Ain't no playas in office cause I'm locked off in a cell So can you feel me, n***a [Hook] [Verse 4: Khujo] Khujo, coming in dope, bring it I got more problems than the average Joe So bro 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 capping Throw in a few more logs, so my fire looking through the want ads And only red hot, desire in your pot is something wicked But you can't feel it, stick it up your monkey a** I could let sh** ride in the past, now it's time to blast that a** Shhh... Mr. Knighton take off your hat Can't even my wear my locs in Demon eye scoping, oh my, peripheral vision got it Made you go no holds barred 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 living is beginning to be a risky business Uncaged, Parkay How do you like the taste of hot bu*ter melting through your biscuits? This is your brain on d**, this is your brain... Dope cut n***as I hang with before there were apartments In Chappell Forest, it's gettin horrid The hunted child is on the prowl, yahhh!!!!! I let out a call to da wild I let out a call to da wild