《Call Of Da Wild》是由Outkast演唱的一首歌曲。
基本介紹
- 歌曲：Call Of Da Wild
- 語種：英語
- 發行日期：1994年04月26日
- 歌手：Outkast
- 所屬專輯：Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
Album by: Southernplayalisticadillacmuzi
Artist by: Outkast
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）
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:
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, 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
