OUTKAST - Call of Da Wild lyrics

rate me


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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