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Call Of Da Wild

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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?

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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