Hootie Hoo | OutKast Lyrics, Meaning & Videos

Hootie Hoo | OutKast Lyrics, Meaning & Videos

Hootie HooOutKast Lyrics

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Hootie HooFollow the funk from the skunkAnd the dank that is crunk in the DungeonIt goes on and on and on, like thatGoing out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'llacAh Suki, SukiAll day and day, any day, every damn dayI be thinking about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper
Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws I'm afterI'm just a Southernplayalistic pimpI used to sling a fat rock, but now I'm serving hempI never even smoked a gram of crack, but yo I'm dopeMo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky cause it's onSo each one, teach one, I be claiming trueTo East Point and College Park and the things I used to doAround ATL, home of the pimps and the money makersClub niggas, Magic City and them Southern playersI never said I was a gangsta but I will do yaSo Hallelujah, HallelujahOne for the players at the crib, drinking drinksAnd two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I make

Hootie HooTight like hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)Yeah, Hootie HooBig Boi on the left, Andre's on my rightTight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)

Now playing these bitches is my favorite sportBut ain't no game when they be calling your name in the courtOh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alrightGot an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tightThat it's busting out the seams, yes sir, I'm setOh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jetHops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light (Hootie Hoo)Communication device dun went off twiceShould I answer the call, yes, I'm macking 'em allWe met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's BallWell, it's Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll call youLater on, and then your whole crew can fall throughNow later on done got hereI takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here?Draws, falling down like niggas in a drive-byI got up in them draws and I told her bye byeAbout two weeks later, she called me with some bullshitTalking 'bout her period late, guess what I didClickNo, it couldn't be me. Not me

Hootie HooTight like hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)Yeah, Hootie HooBig Boi on the left, Andre's on my rightTight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)

Uh, well you know we getting blizzard cause we got that chicken gizzardIn the dungeon and scope but some of you niggas can't cope with itSo, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stopFrom the streets of ATL to the slums of College ParkSo god almighty no, it's Outkast for the 94 eraYou heard the player's call, we taking it to another levelSo 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that MartelAnd you may go to hell

Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that isIt's that Southern ses in your chest that isOne mo' gen for my friend who don't takeNo bullshit from no bitch who is stankI ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will make youSilly of you to think that I would, but I will lay youDown like some bo-los, you can throw thoseHead, til I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes

Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shitBut if you fall in this category, then you'se a bitch

Overall Meaning

OutKast's "Hootie Hoo" is a tribute to the rap group's roots in the Southern United States, particularly in Atlanta, Georgia. The song opens with a call to follow the funk from the skunk (referring to marijuana) and the dank that is crunk (referring to a type of music unique to Southern rap). The lyrics describe the good old days when the singer was a "whippersnapper" trying to get a kiss, but now only after women's "draws." The singer claims he used to be a drug dealer, but now he's a "Southernplayalistic pimp" serving hemp. The song repeats the phrase "Hootie Hoo," which is a call and response used in African American communities in the South, particularly in Georgia.

Line by Line Meaning

Follow the funk from the skunkLet's keep the party going by following the great music

And the dank that is crunk in the DungeonThere's fantastic, potent weed in the club

It goes on and on and on, like thatThe party is never-ending and like no other

Going out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'llacThis song is dedicated to everyone in their cars, especially the women

Ah Suki, SukiExpressing excitement and enthusiasm for the party and music

All day and day, any day, every damn dayThis lifestyle is everyday and all-encompassing

I be thinking about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapperReflecting on fond memories of youth

Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws I'm afterNowadays romantic pursuits have given way to sexual ones

I'm just a Southernplayalistic pimpIdentifying as a quintessential pimp from the South

I used to sling a fat rock, but now I'm serving hempPreviously dealing drugs, now selling marijuana instead

I never even smoked a gram of crack, but yo I'm dopeNot having firsthand experience with something, but still being impressive at it

Mo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky 'cause it's onBeing even better than someone who's addicted to drugs

So each one, teach one, I be claiming trueRemaining loyal to and representing his area

To East Point and College Park and the things I used to doShouting out two towns and past activities there

Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makersProudly acknowledging Atlanta's hustlers

Club niggas, Magic City and them Southern playersName dropping famous Atlanta strip clubs

I never said I was a gangsta but I will do yaNot claiming to be a gangster, but not hesitating to defeat someone in a conflict

So Hallelujah, HallelujahExpressing excitement and satisfaction

One for the players at the crib, drinking drinksGiving a shoutout to his friends who are chilling at home with drinks

And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I makeAcknowledging his success and popularity in music

Now playing these bitches is my favorite sportAdmitting to treating women as conquests

But ain't no game when they be calling your name in the courtNot enjoying the consequences when women result in drama

Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alrightJustifying partying and indulging in vices because it's the weekend

Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tightHaving a generous amount of marijuana

That it's busting out the seams, yes sir, I'm setBeing content with what one has

Oh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jetMaking sure he's prepared with a gun before leaving

Hops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light (Hootie Hoo)Asking his friend if he has a lighter while getting off the car

Communication device dun went off twiceGetting a couple of calls on his phone

Should I answer the call, yes, I'm macking 'em allDeciding to take the calls and try to charm women

We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's BallReminiscing about a previous time at a party

Well, it's Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll call youLooking forward to another party

Now later on done got hereTime has passed, and the party is still happening

I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here?Checking out the available women

Draws, falling down like niggas in a drive-byClothing coming off like a violent event

I got up in them draws and I told her bye byeHaving a short-lived sexual encounter

About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshitDealing with the unpleasant consequences of sleeping with someone

Talking 'bout her period late, guess what I didBeing dismissive and not caring

ClickEnding the conversation abruptly

Uh, well you know we getting blizzard cause we got that chicken gizzardGetting high on weed

In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggas can't cope with itProudly representing his music collective, but knowing some people don't like it

So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stopEncouraging everyone to dance and enjoy the music

From the streets of ATL to the slums of College ParkBeing proud of his hometown and its diversity

So god almighty no, it's Outkast for the '94 eraAsserting his identity and success in that time period

You heard the player's call, we taking it to another levelBringing a new energy to the party scene

So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that MartelCelebrating with expensive alcohol

And you may go to hellDismissing negative opinions of his lifestyle

Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that isWelcoming people to join him and his music journey

It's that Southern ses in your chest that isThe music brings a familiar feeling and passion

One mo' gen for my friend who don't takeAcknowledging a friend who doesn't tolerate nonsense

No bullshit from no bitch who is stankNot dealing with rude, unpleasant women

I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will make youNot assuming the role of a man who financially provides for a woman

Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay youBeing ready to engage in sex without added responsibility

Down like some bo-los, you can throw thoseEngaging in sex positions that can be tossed aside

Head, til I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoesReceiving oral sex until he's satisfied

Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shitNot intending to be disrespectful

But if you fall in this category, then you'se a bitchWarning women not to behave a certain way or else they will be disrespected

Lyrics © BMG Rights ManagementWritten by: ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, PATRICK BROWN, RAYMON MURRAY, RICO WADE

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