[Big Boi]
  Hootie Hoo
  Follow the funk from the skunk
  and the dank that is crunk in the Dungeon
  It goes on and on and on, like that
  Goin out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'llac
  Ah suki, suki
  All day and day, any day, every damn day
  I be thinkin about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper
  Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws I'm after
  I'm just a Southernplayalistic pimp
  I used to slang a fat rock, but now I'm servin hemp
  I never even smoked a gram of crack, but yo I'm dope
  Mo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky cause it's on
  So each one, teach one, I be claimin true
  To East Pointe and College Park and the things I used to do
  Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers
  Club niggaz, Magic City and them Southern playas
  I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya
  So Hallelujah, Hallelujah
  One for the playas at the crib, drinking drinks
  And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I make
  
  chorus:
  
  Hootie Hoo
  Tight like hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
  Yeah, Hootie Hoo
  Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my right
  Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)
  
  [Andre Benjamin]
  Now playin these bitches is my favorite sport
  But ain't no game when they be callin your name in the court
  Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright
  Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight
  That it's bustin out the seems, yes sir, I'm set
  Oh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jet
  Hops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light(Hootie Hoo)
  Communication device dun went off twice
  Should I answer the call, yes, I'm mackin 'em all
  We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's Ball
  Well, it's Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll call you
  Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through
  Now later on done got here
  I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here?
  Draws, fallin down like niggaz in a drive-by
  I got up in them hoes and I told 'em bye bye
  About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
  Talkin 'bout her period late, guess what I did
  Click
  Naw, it couldn't be me. Not me
  
  chorus(2X)
  
  [Big Boi]
  Uh, well you know we gettin blizzard cuz we got that chicken gizzard
  In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggaz can't cope with it
  So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop
  From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park
  So got on Martino, it's Outkast for the 94 era
  You heard the player's call, we takin it to another level
  So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martel
  And you may go to hell
  
  [Andre Benjamin]
  Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is
  It's that Southern ses in your chest that is
  One mo' gen for my friend who don't take
  No bullshit from no bitch who is stank
  I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will make you
  Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you
  Down like some bo-los, you can throw those
  Head, til I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes
  Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit
  But if you fall in this category, then youse a bitch
  
  chorus(4X)