Shuffle Song Of The Day (5/17/19): “Hootie Hoo” By Outkast

“Hootie Hoo” is a song by the Atlanta rap duo Outkast that appeared on their 1994 debut album Southernplayalisticaddilacmuzik. Try saying that 5 times fast. I think because of the commercial success later in their career that a lot of people forget this, but Andre and Big Boi can fucking rhyme, and their first few albums are great examples of that. This song has such an awesome, laid back mid 90’s vibe to it, in the sense that it’s just 4 minutes of rhyming over a good bass line and drum track. I love the simplicity of this beat, no need for anything fancy. The song sort of centers around the ebonic term “Hootie Hoo”. I don’t think they explain it in this song, but in the song “Slump” they say that “Hootie Hoo” is a phrase that is yelled in the ghetto to let everybody else know that cops are around or coming. I’ve never felt whiter than I felt typing that last sentence, but if I have to be an Urban Dictionary type translator so that my readers understand certain things then so be it.

Some people might have also heard this phrase without knowing the song because there’s a scene from the movie Neighbors where it is used. There’s part where Seth Rogen and his wife call the cops on the party next door, and all the frat brothers start yelling Hootie Hoo to eachother when they find out the cops are about to come and blow up their party. Shitty quality, but here it is.

Anyway, great song great duo. I’ve been meaning to do a “Ranking time” soon because it’s been a while, and ranking my favorite rap duos would probably be a good list to make. There’s a lot of great choices out there so it’d be fun for sure. Anyway, I’m mentally checked out for the day at work and have just been listening to rap and looking at the clock. Have a good weekend everybody, and make sure to yell out “Hootie hoo” if you and your boys are up to something stupid tonight and want to avoid getting arrested.

Shuffle Songs Of The Day Spotify Playlist


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 hoes in the ‘llac
Ah Suki, Suki
All day and day, any day, every damn day
I 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 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 gram of crack, but yo I’m dope
Mo’ doper than a junkie or a Pooky 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 niggas, Magic City and them Southern players
I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya
So Hallelujah, Hallelujah
One for the players at the crib, drinking drinks
And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I make
Hootie Hoo
Tight like hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hootie Hoo
Big Boi on the left, Andre’s on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)
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 dun went off twice
Should I answer the call, yes, I’m 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?
Draws, falling down like niggas in a drive-by
I got up in them draws and I told her bye bye

About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
Talking ’bout her period late, guess what I did
No, it couldn’t be me. Not me
Hootie Hoo
Tight like hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hootie Hoo
Big Boi on the left, Andre’s on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)
Uh, well you know we getting blizzard cause we got that chicken gizzard
In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggas can’t cope with it
So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don’t stop
From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park
So god almighty no, it’s Outkast for the 94 era
You heard the player’s call, we taking it to another level
So ‘lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martel
And you may go to hell
Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is
It’s that Southern ses in your chest that is
One mo’ gen for my friend who don’t take
No bullshit from no bitch who is stank
I ain’t the sugar daddy nigga who will make you
Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you
Down like some bo-los, you can throw those
Head, til I’m dead, yes, it’s now your broke hoes
Don’t get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit
But if you fall in this category, then you’se a bitch

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