Hootie Hoo
OutKast Lyrics

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)

Now playing these bitches is my favorite sport
But ain't no game when they be calling 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 busting out the seams, 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 macking '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, falling down like niggas in a drive-by
I got up in them draws and I told her bye bye
About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
Talking 'bout her period late, guess what I did
Click
No, it couldn't be me. Not me

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)

Uh, well you know we getting blizzard cause we got that chicken gizzard
In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggas 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 god almighty no, it's Outkast for the 94 era
You heard the player's call, we taking it to another level
So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martel
And you may go to hell

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 you'se a bitch

OutKast's "Hootie Hoo" is a tribute to the rap group's roots in the Southern United States, particularly in Atlanta, Georgia. The song opens with a call to follow the funk from the skunk (referring to marijuana) and the dank that is crunk (referring to a type of music unique to Southern rap). The lyrics describe the good old days when the singer was a "whippersnapper" trying to get a kiss, but now only after women's "draws." The singer claims he used to be a drug dealer, but now he's a "Southernplayalistic pimp" serving hemp. The song repeats the phrase "Hootie Hoo," which is a call and response used in African American communities in the South, particularly in Georgia.

Follow the funk from the skunk
Let's keep the party going by following the great music

And the dank that is crunk in the Dungeon
There's fantastic, potent weed in the club

It goes on and on and on, like that
The party is never-ending and like no other

Going out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'llac
This song is dedicated to everyone in their cars, especially the women

Ah Suki, Suki
Expressing excitement and enthusiasm for the party and music

All day and day, any day, every damn day
This lifestyle is everyday and all-encompassing

I be thinking about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper
Reflecting on fond memories of youth

Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws I'm after
Nowadays romantic pursuits have given way to sexual ones

I'm just a Southernplayalistic pimp
Identifying as a quintessential pimp from the South

I used to sling a fat rock, but now I'm serving hemp
Previously dealing drugs, now selling marijuana instead

I never even smoked a gram of crack, but yo I'm dope
Not having firsthand experience with something, but still being impressive at it

Mo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky 'cause it's on
Being even better than someone who's addicted to drugs

So each one, teach one, I be claiming true
Remaining loyal to and representing his area

To East Point and College Park and the things I used to do
Shouting out two towns and past activities there

Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers
Proudly acknowledging Atlanta's hustlers

Club niggas, Magic City and them Southern players
Name dropping famous Atlanta strip clubs

I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya
Not claiming to be a gangster, but not hesitating to defeat someone in a conflict

So Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Expressing excitement and satisfaction

One for the players at the crib, drinking drinks
Giving a shoutout to his friends who are chilling at home with drinks

And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I make
Acknowledging his success and popularity in music

Now playing these bitches is my favorite sport
Admitting to treating women as conquests

But ain't no game when they be calling your name in the court
Not enjoying the consequences when women result in drama

Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright
Justifying partying and indulging in vices because it's the weekend

Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight
Having a generous amount of marijuana

That it's busting out the seams, yes sir, I'm set
Being content with what one has

Oh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jet
Making sure he's prepared with a gun before leaving

Hops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light (Hootie Hoo)
Asking his friend if he has a lighter while getting off the car

Communication device dun went off twice
Getting a couple of calls on his phone

Should I answer the call, yes, I'm macking 'em all
Deciding to take the calls and try to charm women

We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's Ball
Reminiscing about a previous time at a party

Well, it's Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll call you
Looking forward to another party

Now later on done got here
Time has passed, and the party is still happening

I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here?
Checking out the available women

Draws, falling down like niggas in a drive-by
Clothing coming off like a violent event

I got up in them draws and I told her bye bye
Having a short-lived sexual encounter

About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
Dealing with the unpleasant consequences of sleeping with someone

Talking 'bout her period late, guess what I did
Being dismissive and not caring

Click
Ending the conversation abruptly

Uh, well you know we getting blizzard cause we got that chicken gizzard
Getting high on weed

In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggas can't cope with it
Proudly representing his music collective, but knowing some people don't like it

So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop
Encouraging everyone to dance and enjoy the music

From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park
Being proud of his hometown and its diversity

So god almighty no, it's Outkast for the '94 era
Asserting his identity and success in that time period

You heard the player's call, we taking it to another level
Bringing a new energy to the party scene

So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martel
Celebrating with expensive alcohol

And you may go to hell
Dismissing negative opinions of his lifestyle

Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is
Welcoming people to join him and his music journey

It's that Southern ses in your chest that is
The music brings a familiar feeling and passion

One mo' gen for my friend who don't take
Acknowledging a friend who doesn't tolerate nonsense

No bullshit from no bitch who is stank
Not dealing with rude, unpleasant women

I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will make you
Not assuming the role of a man who financially provides for a woman

Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you
Being ready to engage in sex without added responsibility

Down like some bo-los, you can throw those
Engaging in sex positions that can be tossed aside

Head, til I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes
Receiving oral sex until he's satisfied

Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit
Not intending to be disrespectful

But if you fall in this category, then you'se a bitch
Warning women not to behave a certain way or else they will be disrespected

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, PATRICK BROWN, RAYMON MURRAY, RICO WADE

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