[Verse 1: 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

Going out to the Jeeps and the hoes in the 'llac

Ah suki, suki, all day, every day, any day, every damn day

I be thinking about the good old days when I was a whippersnapper

Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them drawers I'm after

I'm just a Southernplayalistic pimp

I used to sling a fat rock, but now I'm serving hemp

I never even smoked a crumb of crack, but yo, I'm dope

More doper than a junkie or a Pookie 'cause it's on

So each one teach one, I be claiming true

To East Point and College Park and the things I used to do

Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers

Club Nikki's, Magic City, and them Southern players

I never said I was a gangster, but I will do you

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 my left, Andre's on my right

Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo)

[Verse 2: André 3000]

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 done went off twice

Should I answer the call? Yes, we 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?

Drawers falling down like niggas in a drive-by

I got up in them hoes, then 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, nah, it couldn't be me, not me

[Chorus]

Hootie-hoo

Big Boi on my left, Andre's on my right

Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo)

Hootie-hoo

Big Boi on my left, Andre's on my right

Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo)

[Verse 3: Big Boi]

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, it don't stop

From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park

So God Almighty know, 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 Martell

And you may go to Hell

[Verse 4: André 3000]

Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest, that is

It's that Southern sess in your chest, that is

One more 'gain for my friend who don't take

No bullshit from no bitch who is stank

I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will pay you

Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you

Down like some vocals, you can quote those

Head 'til I'm dead, yes, it's down your throat holes

Don't get me wrong, to disrespect is not my shit

But if you fall in this category, then you's a bitch (Hootie-hoo)

[Chorus]

Hootie-hoo

Big Boi's on my left, Andre's on my right

Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo)

Hootie-hoo

Big Boi's on my left, Andre's on my right

Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo)

Hootie-hoo

Big Boi's on my left, Andre's on that right

Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo)

Hootie-hoo

Big Boi's on my left, big Dre's on that right

Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie-hoo)