text: Hootie Hoo, follow the funk from the skunk
  And the dank that is crunk in the Dungeon
  It goes on and on and on, like that
  Going out to the Jeeps and hoes in the llac
  Ah suki, suki, all day, err day, any day, every damn day
  I be thinking about the good ol days when I was a whippersnapper
  Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws Im after
  Im just a Southernplayalistic pimp
  I used to slang a fat rock, but now Im serving hemp
  I never even smoked a crumb of crack, but yo Im dope
  Mo doper than a junkie or a Pookie cause its on
  So each one, teach one, I be claiming true
  To East Pointe and College Park and the things I used to do
  Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers
  Club Nikki, Magic City and them Southern playas
  I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya
  So Hallelujah, Hallelujah
  One for the playas at the crib, drinking drinks
  And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I make
  Hootie Hoo
  Tight like hallways, smoked out always 
  Yeah, Hootie Hoo
  Big Bois on my left, Andres on my right
  Tight like hallways, smoked out always 
  Now playing these bitches is my favorite sport
  But aint no game when they be calling your name in the court
  Oh, its Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright
  Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, its so tight
  That its busting out the seams, yes sir, Im set
  Oh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jet
  Hops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light? 
  Communication device dun went off twice
  Should I answer the call, yes, we macking em all
  We met em up in the mall, recall Players Ball
  Well, its Players Ball 2, so I guess Ill call you
  Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through
  Now later on done got here
  I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here?
  Draws, falling down like niggas in a drive-by
  I got up in them hoes and I told em bye bye
  About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
  Talking bout her period late, guess what I did
  click nah, it couldnt be me, not me
  Hootie Hoo,Big Bois on my left, Andres on my right
  Tight like hallways, smoked out always 
  Yeah, Hootie Hoo
  Big Bois on my left, Andres on my right
  Tight like hallways, smoked out always 
  Well you know we getting blizzard
  Cause we got that chicken gizzard
  In the dungeon and scope
  But some of you niggas cant cope with it
  So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it dont stop
  From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park
  So God Almighty know, its Outkast for the 94 era
  You heard the players call, we taking it to another level
  So lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martell
  And you may go to hell
  Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is
  Its that Southern sess in your chest that is
  One mo gain for my friend who dont take
  No bullshit from no bitch who is stank
  I aint the sugar daddy nigga who will pay you
  Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you
  Down like some vocals, you can quote those
  Head, till Im dead, yes its down yo throatholes
  Dont get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit
  But if you fall in this category, then youse a bitch
  Hootie Hoo
  Hootie Hoo, Big Bois on my left, Andres on my right
  Tight like hallways, smoked out always 
  Yeah, Hootie Hoo
  Big Bois on my left, Andres on my right
  Tight like hallways, smoked out always 
  Hootie Hoo, Big Bois on my left, Andres on my right
  Tight like hallways, smoked out always