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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 levelI'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 bragginfolks 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 nothen dance on top of they asses like I was jo jo dancer
Come cometcome dashercome prancer
Come niggaz with machine gunsI 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 sequelno sagano way outI'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 wheelfor them is tryin to turn me
Into a hate mongerand I'm wishin and I wonder
Damnwill I graduate before I hit the summer
I think notofficer 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 smartwe back on the saddle
No longery'all know y'all had us down for some years
It's the call of da wild niggauhthere it is

Chorus: cee-lo

I hear voices in my head and they keep callin me (repeat 4x)

As I stepthe stage is empty
No words as I serve with my southern dialectso I get respect
Don't call me tit's a t thang with a g swang
Let my nuts hang down to the flo' main
Smokin that dang dangmakin mics swang
In my 2-8-0 znobody can see me
Cruisin down the blockjust like I was a squirrel
In a world full of nutsdamn
I'd probably be mad even if I called him uncle sam
So bring dough to the goodie mo-b
T-mokhujocee-loj and my homie rather be
Don't flex on nextI break necks too
Rollin with outkastpagoodie mob for the 94
Yeahyou know what I'm sayin?


[big boi]
YeahI'm steady buckin muthafuckas
Not duckin 'em like the gooseI'm heavily strappedyeah niggaz
Squeezin rhymes like that noose around your neck
You can't hang with thissee 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 streetsee I be breakin
Speakin of breakinbreak on how to get your life takenboy
Fuckin around with me will get your cabbage cutyour wig split
Simply means I'm bringin the funk with the hollow tips
Playa shit is how I'm kickin it
Comin around the ghettovictims soft as a tack on a jackass
So fuck it or flip itI'll still be a playa
Puffy afro with nigga naps off in my hair
Shitthat's quickly how I run my shit and that's how it be
That nigga b-i-g b-o-ithat be meye
See I'm a playagot 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
Ogoriginal gangstanot quite
But maybe when I'm locked upliftin weightsgettin 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 nothiny'all can go to hell
Ain't no playas in office cuz I'm locked off in a cell
So can you feel menigga


Khujocomin in dopebring it
I got more problems than the average joe
So don't come 'round me with your flim flamhot damn
It's a jacktop of the burbsand my notebook is a bird
K's madness into cappin
Throwin to do more loadso my fire lookin through the want ads
And only red hotdesire in your pot with somethin wicked
But you can't feel itstickin out your monkey ass
I could let shit rot in the pastnow it's time to blast they ass
Shhh...mr. knighton take off your hat
Can't even my wear my locs in
Demon eye scopinoh myperipheral vision got it
Made you go on your hoe's bar
Decisionsdecisions to makeoopshere 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
How do you like the taste of hot butter meltin through your biscuits?
This is your brain on drugsthis is your brain...
Don't cut niggaz I hang with before there were apartments
In chapel forestit's gettin horrid
The huntin child is on the prowlyahhh!!!!!
I let out a call to da wild
I let out a call to da wild

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