Call Of Da Wild
Outkast feat. Goodie Mob Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

In Outkast's song "Call of the Wild," the rapper expresses his rebellious nature and frustration with the system. He raps about his experiences in the ghetto, his struggles with authority figures, and his desire to break free from the constraints imposed upon him. The lyrics contain references to various themes such as the desire for respect, the corruption of power, and the importance of standing up for oneself.


The rapper's language is full of rhyme, alliteration, and wordplay, creating a musical and poetic quality to the song. He uses metaphors to describe his own movement through life, comparing himself to a steering wheel and a squirrel on a block full of nuts. He also makes reference to cultural figures, such as Bozo the Clown and Jo Jo Dancer, to emphasize his point.


Ultimately, the song is a call to action for the oppressed to rise up against the powers that be. The rapper states that he is not interested in following others but instead, intends to lead his own way.


Line by Line Meaning

I'll be coming around the ghetto when I come kicking one for the treble
I will be visiting the ghetto with a strong and energetic presence


Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever
You cannot reach my level because I am as powerful and influential as the devil


I'm picking up and throwing 'em down like dishes
I am easily and effortlessly defeating my opponents, just like tossing around dishes


Call me Kenny Anderson cause I slam those Southern bitches
Refer to me as Kenny Anderson because I dominate and overpower my Southern enemies


I ain't bragging, folks dragging me up and down the road
I am not boasting, people are criticizing and judging me constantly


To be fucked up when I gets into my clowning mode
To be in a state of confusion and chaos when I am in my playful and entertaining mood


Then go to clown up on they ass like Bozo
Then I proceed to ridicule and mock them like a clown such as Bozo


Oh no, then dance on top of they asses like I was Jo Jo Dancer
Oh no, then I celebrate and rejoice over their defeat and humiliation like Jo Jo Dancer


Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer
Come, my fellow African-American comrades armed with machine guns, this is our answer


Come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer
Come, my fellow African-American comrades armed with machine guns, this is our answer


But the question 'Should we take that bullshit from them people?'
But the question is, should we tolerate and endure their nonsense and mistreatment?


I'm making 300 on my SAT and I am equal
I achieved a score of 300 on my SAT, proving that I am just as capable and deserving


Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous
There is no continuation, no storyline, no escape; I am filled with anxiety


I've had it up to forehead of niggas trying to serve us
I am tired of people selling us out and mistreating us


To graduate is really becoming a very stressful journey
The path to graduation is becoming increasingly stressful and challenging


I feel like a steering wheel, for them is trying to turn me
I feel manipulated and controlled by those who are attempting to guide and direct me


Into a hate monger, and I'm wishing and I wonder
Into someone who spreads hate and ill-will, and I am filled with curiosity and desire


Damn, will I graduate before I hit the summer
Damn, will I finish my education before the summer arrives?


I think not, Officer Friendly trying to dig up in me
I don't think so, Officer Friendly trying to investigate and find fault in me


He said I'm half assed and got no future
He said I am mediocre and have no potential for success


And so he sent me up the creek and shit
And so he caused me trouble and got me into a difficult situation


Stroking like hell without no paddle
I am struggling and working hard without any support or assistance


But niggas is getting smart, we back on the saddle
But we, African-Americans, are becoming more intelligent and knowledgeable, ready to take control again


No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some years
No longer, you all know that you had oppressed and suppressed us for many years


It's the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it is
It's the call of the wild, my fellow African-American, uh, there it is


I hear voices in my head and they keep callin me
I hear internal voices urging and motivating me


As I step, the stage is empty
As I enter the stage, it is devoid of others, waiting for my presence


No words as I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect
Without saying a word, I command respect through my unique Southern accent


Don't call me T, it's a T thing with a G swing
Don't refer to me as T, it's a representation of my style with a gangsta twist


Let my nuts hang down to the flo' main
I proudly display my masculinity and dominance


Smoking that dang dang, making mics swang
I am smoking the finest marijuana, delivering a mesmerizing performance


In my 2-8-0 Z, nobody can see me
While cruising in my fast and luxurious car, I am untouchable and invisible


Cruising down the block, just like I was a squirrel
Driving through the neighborhood with agility and speed, like a nimble squirrel


In a world full of nuts, damn
In a world full of crazy and foolish people, damn


I'd probably be mad even if I called him Uncle Sam
I would likely be angry and frustrated, even if I were to address him as Uncle Sam


So bring dough to the Goodie Mo-B
So bring money and support to the Goodie Mob, my rap group


T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie rather be
T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J, and my friend would prefer to exist


Don't flex on next, I break necks too
Don't challenge or intimidate others, because I can also defeat and overpower them


Rollin with Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94
Rolling with the music groups Outkast, PA, and Goodie Mob in the year 1994


Ha-ha-ha
Expressing laughter


Yeah, you know what I'm sayin?
Yeah, do you understand what I am trying to communicate?


Yeah, I'm steady bucking motherfuckers
Yeah, I am consistently defeating and overpowering my enemies


Not ducking 'em like the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah niggas
I am not avoiding or evading them like a goose, I am well equipped and armed, yeah


Squeezin rhymes like that noose around your neck
Delivering powerful and impactful rhymes, like the tightening grip of a noose around your neck


You can't hang with this, see ain't no thangs to this
You cannot match or keep up with my skills, there is nothing challenging about it


I show no pity so take off because I'm dangerous
I have no compassion or mercy, so retreat because I am a threat


I breaks 'em off like I was Beat Street, see I be breaking
I defeat and overpower them, just like the dancers in the movie Beat Street


Speaking of breaking, break on how to get your life taken, boy
Speaking of breaking, let me educate you on how to put your life in danger, boy


Fucking around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split
Engaging with me in a confrontational manner will result in severe physical harm


Simply means I'm bringing the funk with the hollow tips
It simply means that I am delivering a powerful and energetic performance combined with lethal ammunition


Player shit is how I'm kicking it
I am confidently and smoothly presenting myself, just like a player


Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackass
Coming through the ghetto, encountering weak and vulnerable individuals like a pin on a donkey


So fuck it or flip it, I'll still be a player
So disregard or embrace it, I will still maintain my confident and smooth demeanor


Puffy afro with nigga naps off in my hair
Having a frizzy and voluminous afro hairstyle with my naturally curly hair


Shit, that's quickly how I run my shit and that's how it be
Damn, that's how I efficiently manage my affairs, and that's the reality


That nigga B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, ye
That guy is B-I-G B-O-I, that is me, yeah


See I'm a player, got my struggle on
You see, I am a confident and smooth person, and I have endured many hardships


Thinking about the volume and thickness of my bankroll
Reflecting on the amount and value of my money


You see that cash is in my shit like colon cancer
You see, money is deeply ingrained in my life like a serious disease


Even though I never smoke that shit like...yeah
Even though I never engage in substance abuse like...yeah


I give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the projects
I reach out and communicate with my friends in the low-income residential areas, giving them a sense of unity and empowerment


So don't flex or get served with a pop neck shit
So don't display arrogance or you will face the consequences and get your neck snapped


OG, original gangsta, not quite
I am an OG, an original gangsta, almost there but not quite


But maybe when I'm locked up, lifting weights, getting swole right
But maybe when I am incarcerated, working out and getting physically strong


Life's a bitch with a G-string cause off in your ass with it hey
Life can be challenging and harsh, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed


So you can see who can really hang
So you can witness who can truly endure and survive


But y'all don't wanna do nothing, y'all can go to hell
But you all don't want to take any action or initiative, you can go to hell


Ain't no players in office cause I'm locked off in a cell
There are no influential and dominant individuals in positions of power because I am incarcerated


So can you feel me, nigga
So do you understand and relate to my experiences, my fellow African-American?


Khujo, coming in dope, bring it
Khujo, delivering powerful and impressive lyrics, bring it


I got more problems than the average Joe
I have more difficulties and challenges than the ordinary person


So don't come 'round me with your flim flam, hot damn
So don't approach me with your deceit and trickery, exclaiming in surprise and frustration


It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird
This situation is a robbery, happening in the upper-class neighborhoods, and my lyrics are flying freely like a bird


K's madness into capping
My lyrics are a combination of madness and skill


Throwing to do more load, so my fire looking through the want ads
I am expressing my desire to achieve more success, looking for opportunities like a job seeker


And only red hot, desire in your pot with something wicked
And only feeling intense desire in your heart, mixed with something dangerous and evil


But you can't feel it, sticking out your monkey ass
But you cannot comprehend it, it is beyond your understanding and limited mindset


I could let shit rot in the past, now it's time to blast they ass
I could allow negative experiences to linger in the past, but now I am ready to attack and defeat them


Mr. Knighton take off your hat
Mr. Knighton, remove your hat as a sign of respect


Can't even my wear my locs in
I cannot even wear my sunglasses


Demon eye scoping, oh my, peripheral vision got it
My evil eye is observing and assessing, oh my, my wide field of vision understands it


Made you go on your hoe's bar
Caused you to panic and feel worried, like your partner's bar


Decisions, decisions to make, oops, here comes the Goodie Mo crew
Many important decisions to consider, oops, here comes the Goodie Mob crew


And they just might want to battle you
And they might want to engage in a competition or confrontation with you


Out with the quickness
Immediately and swiftly


The price of living is beginning to be a risky business
The cost of survival is becoming increasingly dangerous and uncertain


Unkay, Parkay.
Okay, I understand perfectly.


How do you like the taste of hot butter melting through your biscuits?
How do you enjoy the sensation of warm butter melting into your baked goods?


This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain
This is a demonstration of the effects of drugs on your brain, this is your brain


Don't cut niggas I hang with before there were apartments
Don't underestimate and disrespect the people I associate with, even before they had proper housing


In Chapel Forest, it's getting horrid
In Chapel Forest, the situation is becoming horrifying and unbearable


The hunting child is on the prowl, yeah!
The determined and skillful young person is actively searching, yeah!


I let out a call to the wild
I release a cry and summon to the untamed and fierce nature within


I let out a call to the wild
I release a cry and summon to the untamed and fierce nature within




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: RICO WADE, RAYMON MURRAY, PATRICK BROWN, ANTWAN PATTON, ANDRE BENJAMIN, THOMAS BUTRON, WILLIE EDWARD KNIGHTON, ROBERT BARN

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