Call Of Da Wild Lyrics - Southern Playa Listi Cadillac Muzik - Outkast

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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 

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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? 

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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