featuring Goodie Mob

[Dre]

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 up and throwin 'em down like dishes

Call me Kenny Anderson cuz 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 I was Jo Jo Dancer

Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer

Come niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 da wild nigga, uh, there it is

Chorus: Cee-Lo

I hear voices in my head and they keep callin me (repeat 4X)

[T-Mo]

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 thang with a G swang

Let my nuts hang down to the flo' main

Smokin that dang dang, makin mics swang