Call Of Da Wild lyrics

Artist  : Outkast 
Song : Call Of Da Wild



 Send "Call Of Da Wild" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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
bit*hes
I ain't braggin, folks draggin me up and down the
road
To be f**ked up when I gets into my clownin mode
Then go to clown up on they as* 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 muthaf**kas 
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
f**kin around with me will get your cabbage cut,
your wig split
Simply means I'm bringin the funk with the hollow
tips
Playa sh*t is how I'm kickin it
Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack
on a jackass
So f**k 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 sh*t 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 sh*t like colon cancer
Even though I never smoke that sh*t 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 bit*h with a G-string c5z these off in
your as* 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 sh*t 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