[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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 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)