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[Big
of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
You know we it crunk around here, A-town style
Getting head on the highways yeah, but this I wanna know

Do you really wanna about some gangsta shit
Do you really know about some gangsta shit
Do you really know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon
Do you really wanna know some gangsta shit
Do you really know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta
Dirty South we straight gangsta pimps

[Big
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so
Back with Stankonia, Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics and vogues, flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, is my drink
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C
If you need some find Jerome,
ya girl gonna you grief at home
Just tell her these hoez be on the same team that she's layin on

Dope boys in the trap to stack the dough
beef come around can't let it go
When my funds turn legit i'm let you know
Ridin real good down Old National
trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin' cheese in ya stash, un-taxable get mad
watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, you managing the trap
If your front work out, gotta get it back
I by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College trump tight

[T-Mo
I'm pimp tight, a fuck, niggaz know what's up
It's T-Mo and Outkast in the of my truck
We gotta simple little that we got to solve
It like it about the money, we got to handle the job
No colors or rags, just guns and
We not to blast and dip off fast
the Dungeon click, just pulled a lick
Now you really wanna know about the gangsta shit

[Slimm
Back on the scene, a stack of green sitting on and rubber bands
looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman
Flippin and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop them and then you skate, back to the block wit the deflate
the O's, stab the hoez
A nigga holdin big face foldin
Pimps are known for catching
A hustler's known to keep his gun away
First nigga run up and try to mine,
first nigga fuck up to get lined
Pack still Coupe and Verts brainless
don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the dangling, y'all know that i'm from C.P

[Andre
Outkast wit a K, yeah niggaz are hard
than a nigga trying to impress God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling card
And still take my and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the street heard
Now bitches sucking on my and I'm eating their verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat,
As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to
If for the wealth I'll stop, well put i like this
It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the side fall
All y'all fuck boys, toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on that and on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe
Talking talking bout that's gangsta shit