(I hear voices) I'll be comin' around the ghetto
When I come kickin' one for the treble
Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever
I'm pickin' 'em up and throwin' 'em down like dishes
Call me Kenny Anderson 'cause I slam those southern bitches
I ain't 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 Jo Jo Dancer
Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer
Come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer
But the question "Should we take that bullshit from them people?"
I'm makin' 300 on my SAT and I am equal
Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous
I've had it up to fo'head of suckers 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 I'm 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 I'm half assed and got no future
And so he sent me up the creek and shit
Strokin' like hell without no paddle
But niggas is gettin' smart, we back on the saddle
No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some years
It's the call of the wild, nigga, uh, there it is
I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me
I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me
I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me
I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me
As I step up, the stage is empty
No words 'cause 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', man
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, I'm next, I break necks too
Rollin' with Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the '94, dude
Ha-ha-ha
Yeah, hm, you know what I'm sayin'?
I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me
I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me
I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me
I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me
Yeah, I'm steady buckin' muthafuckas
Not duckin' 'em like the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah niggas
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's 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
Players hit is how I'm kickin' it
Comin' around the ghetto, treat 'em soft as a tack on a jackass
So fuck it or flip it, I'll still be a player
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 player, got my struggle on
Thinkin' about the volume and thickness of me bankroll
You see that conscience in my shit like colon cancer (yeah)
Even though I never smoke that shit like (right, yeah), yeah
I give a call of the wild to my niggas 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
'Cause these are in your ass with it, ay
So you can see who can really hang
But y'all don't wanna do nothin', y'all can go to hells
Ain't no players in office 'cause I'm locked off in a cell
So can you feel me, nigga? (No!)
I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me
I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me
I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me
I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me
Khujo, uh, comin' in dope, bring it
I got mo' problems than the average Joe
So, bro, don't come 'round me with yo' 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 yo' monkey ass
I could let shit rot in the past, now it's time to blast that ass
Shhh... Mr. Knighton take off yo' 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 Mob crew
And they just might want to battle you
Out with the quickness
The price of livin' is beginning to be a risky business
Un-K, Par-K
How do you like the taste of hot butter meltin' through yo' biscuits?
This is yo' brain on drugs, this is yo' brain
Don't cut niggas I hang with before there were apartments
In Chapel Forest, it's gettin horrid
The huntin' child is on the prowl, yah!
I let out a call to the wild
I let out a call to the wild