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

Do you really wanna know some gangsta shit
Do you wanna 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 wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some shit
Dirty nigga we straight gangsta pimps

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

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

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

Calhoun]
Back on the scene, a stack of green sitting on chrome and rubber
Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the Paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the
them hoez and then you skate, back to the block wit the deflate
Grams the O's, the hoez
A young nigga big face foldin
are known for catching runaways
A good hustler's to keep his gun away
First run up and try to jack mine,
nigga fuck up to get flat lined
Pack still stainless and Verts brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the be at bangin
Of the dangling, y'all know that i'm from C.P

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