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

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

Boi]
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so
with Stankonia, Dungeon Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and
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 back-up Jerome,
ya gonna give you grief at home
Just tell her these wanna be on the same team that she's layin on

Dope boys in the trap to stack the dough
When beef come around let it go
When my funds turn i'm gonna let you know
rims real good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, it's
Puttin' in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got in my back
Don't take no slack, when you the trap
If your front out, gotta get it right 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 problem that we got to solve
It like it about the money, we got to handle the job
No or rags, just guns and masks
We not scared to blast and dip off
With the Dungeon click, pulled a lick
Now you really wanna know about the gangsta shit

[Slimm
on the scene, a stack of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, up, roll and get the papes
them hoez and then you skate, back to the block wit the deflate
Grams the O's, stab the
A young nigga holdin big face
are known for catching runaways
A good known to keep his gun away
First nigga run up and try to mine,
first nigga fuck up to get flat
Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at
Of the chain dangling, know that i'm from C.P

[Andre
Outkast wit a K, yeah them are hard
Harder than a trying to impress God
We'll pull your're deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, to the, to the beat, beat
As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to
If it's for the wealth I'll stop, put i like this
It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or
I dont stall, drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys your pants
to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud bout that's gangsta shit