Call of Da Wild

I'll be coming around the ghetto when I come kicking one for the treble Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever I'm picking up and throwing 'em down like dishes Call me Kenny Anderson cause I slam those Southern bitches I ain't bragging, folks dragging me up and down the road To be fucked up when I gets into my clowning 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 niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer But the question 'Should we take that bullshit from them people?' I'm making 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 forehead of niggas trying to serve us To graduate is really becoming a very stressful journey I feel like a steering wheel, for them is trying to turn me Into a hate monger, and I'm wishing and I wonder Damn, will I graduate before I hit the summer I think not, Officer Friendly trying 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 Stroking like hell without no paddle But niggas is getting smart, we back on the saddle No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some years It's the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it is I hear voices in my head and they keep callin me As I step, the stage is empty No words as I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect Don't call me T, it's a T thing with a G swing Let my nuts hang down to the flo' main Smoking that dang dang, making mics swang In my 2-8-0 Z, nobody can see me Cruising 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 on next, I break necks too Rollin with Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94 Ha-ha-ha Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? I hear voices in my head and they keep callin me Yeah, I'm steady bucking motherfuckers Not ducking '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'm dangerous I breaks 'em off like I was Beat Street, see I be breaking Speaking of breaking, break on how to get your life taken, boy Fucking around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split Simply means I'm bringing the funk with the hollow tips Player shit is how I'm kicking it Comin around the ghetto, victims 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 Thinking 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 don't flex or get served with a pop neck shit OG, original gangsta, not quite But maybe when I'm locked up, lifting weights, getting swole right Life's a bitch with a G-string cause off in your ass with it hey So you can see who can really hang But y'all don't wanna do nothing, y'all can go to hell Ain't no players in office cause I'm locked off in a cell So can you feel me, nigga I hear voices in my head and they keep callin me Khujo, coming in dope, bring it I got more problems than the average Joe So don't come 'round me with your flim flam, hot damn It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird K's madness into capping Throwing to do more load, so my fire looking through the want ads And only red hot, desire in your pot with something wicked But you can't feel it, sticking out your monkey ass I could let shit rot in the past, now it's time to blast they ass Mr. Knighton take off your hat Can't even my wear my locs in Demon eye scoping, oh my, peripheral vision got it Made you go on your hoe's 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 living is beginning to be a risky business Unkay, Parkay. How do you like the taste of hot butter melting through your biscuits? This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain, Don't cut niggas I hang with before there were apartments In Chapel Forest, it's getting horrid The hunting child is on the prowl, yeah! I let out a call to the wild I let out a call to the wild