paroles de chanson Call of da Wild - OutKast
Dre]
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
bitches
I
ain′t
braggin,
folks
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
no,
then
dance
on
top
of
they
asses
like
I
was
Jo
Jo
Dancer
Come
Comet,
come
Dasher,
come
Prancer
Come
niggaz
with
machine
guns,
I
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
sequel,
no
saga,
no
way
out,
I'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
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
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
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
nigga,
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
muthafuckas
Not
duckin
′em
like
the
goose,
I'm
heavily
strapped,
yeah
niggaz
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
Fuckin
around
with
me
will
get
your
cabbage
cut,
your
wig
split
Simply
means
I′m
bringin
the
funk
with
the
hollow
tips
Playa
shit
is
how
I'm
kickin
it
Comin
around
the
ghetto,
victims
soft
as
a
tack
on
a
jackass
So
fuck
it
or
flip
it,
I'll
still
be
a
playa
Puffy
afro
with
nigga
naps
off
in
my
hair
Shit,
that′s
quickly
how
I
run
my
shit
and
that′s
how
it
be
That
nigga
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
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
OG,
original
gangsta,
not
quite
But
maybe
when
I'm
locked
up,
liftin
weights,
gettin
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
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,
nigga
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
ass
I
could
let
shit
rot
in
the
past,
now
it's
time
to
blast
they
ass
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
butter
meltin
through
your
biscuits?
This
is
your
brain
on
drugs,
this
is
your
brain...
Don't
cut
niggaz
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
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