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

Do you really wanna know about gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta
Do you wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the click
Do you really wanna know about gangsta shit
Do you wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some shit
Dirty South nigga we gangsta 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, and Dickies
It's the of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest 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 give you grief at
Just her these hoez wanna be on the same team that she's layin on

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

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

[Slimm
Back on the scene, a of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's 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
Grams the O's, the hoez
A young nigga holdin big face
are known for catching runaways
A hustler's known to keep his gun away
nigga run up and try to jack mine,
first nigga fuck up to get flat
Pack still stainless and Verts brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the be at bangin
Of the chain dangling, know that i'm from C.P

[Andre
Outkast wit a K, yeah them niggaz are
Harder than a trying to impress God
pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a walk in the
Any play the melody the street ever heard
Now sucking 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 pitbulls out of style, made a vow to myself
If it's for the I'll stop, well put i like this
It's like me selling some because my girlfriend wants to shop
reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we to the side don't fall
All fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a wanna dance
Now that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, the hoe route
Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta