(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 whateverI′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