Текст (слова) песни: Outkast - Call of Da Wild

[dre]

Ill be comin around the ghetto when I come kickin one for the treble

Yall cant stoop to my level, Im like the devil or whatever

Im pickin up and throwin em down like dishes

Call me kenny anderson cuz I slam those southern bitches

I aint 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?

Im makin 300 on my sat and I am equal

Aint no sequel, no saga, no way out, Im nervous

Ive had it up to fohead 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 Im 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 Im 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, yall know yall had us down for some years

Its 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

Dont call me t, its 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

Id 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

Dont flex on next, I break necks too

Rollin with outkast, pa, goodie mob for the 94

Ha-ha-ha

Yeah, you know what Im sayin?

Chorus:

[big boi]

Yeah, Im steady buckin muthafuckas

Not duckin em like the goose, Im heavily strapped, yeah niggaz

Squeezin rhymes like that noose around your neck

You cant hang with this, see aint no thangs to this

I show no pity so take off because Im 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 Im bringin the funk with the hollow tips

Playa shit is how Im kickin it

Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackass

So fuck it or flip it, Ill still be a playa

Puffy afro with nigga naps off in my hair

Shit, thats quickly how I run my shit and thats how it be

That nigga b-i-g b-o-i, that be me, ye

See Im 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 dont flex or get served with a pop neck shit

Og, original gangsta, not quite

But maybe when Im locked up, liftin weights, gettin swole right

Lifes a bitch with a g-string cuz these off in your ass with it hey

So you can see who can really hang

But yall dont wanna do nothin, yall can go to hell

Aint no playas in office cuz Im 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 dont come round me with your flim flam, hot damn

Its a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird

Ks 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 cant feel it, stickin out your monkey ass

I could let shit rot in the past, now its time to blast they ass

Shhh...mr. knighton take off your hat

Cant even my wear my locs in

Demon eye scopin, oh my, peripheral vision got it

Made you go on your hoes 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...

Dont cut niggaz I hang with before there were apartments

In chapel forest, its 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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Im makin 300 on my sat and I am equal Aint no sequel, no saga, no way out, Im nervous Ive had it up to fohead 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 Im 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 Im 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, yall know yall had us down for some years Its 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 Dont call me t, its 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 Id 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 Dont flex on next, I break necks too Rollin with outkast, pa, goodie mob for the 94 Ha-ha-ha Yeah, you know what Im sayin? Chorus: [big boi] Yeah, Im steady buckin muthafuckas Not duckin em like the goose, Im heavily strapped, yeah niggaz Squeezin rhymes like that noose around your neck You cant hang with this, see aint no thangs to this I show no pity so take off because Im 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 Im bringin the funk with the hollow tips Playa shit is how Im kickin it Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackass So fuck it or flip it, Ill still be a playa Puffy afro with nigga naps off in my hair Shit, thats quickly how I run my shit and thats how it be That nigga b-i-g b-o-i, that be me, ye See Im 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 dont flex or get served with a pop neck shit Og, original gangsta, not quite But maybe when Im locked up, liftin weights, gettin swole right Lifes a bitch with a g-string cuz these off in your ass with it hey So you can see who can really hang But yall dont wanna do nothin, yall can go to hell Aint no playas in office cuz Im 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 dont come round me with your flim flam, hot damn Its a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird Ks 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 cant feel it, stickin out your monkey ass I could let shit rot in the past, now its time to blast they ass Shhh...mr. knighton take off your hat Cant even my wear my locs in Demon eye scopin, oh my, peripheral vision got it Made you go on your hoes 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... Dont cut niggaz I hang with before there were apartments In chapel forest, its 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 Нравится песня? 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