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

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

[Big
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so so clean
Back with Stankonia, Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics and vogues, flops, t-shirts and Dickies
the return of Billy 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 back-up find Jerome,
ya girl gonna give you grief at
Just tell her these hoez wanna be on the same team she's layin on

Dope boys in the trap like to stack the
When beef around can't let it go
When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you
Ridin rims real good Old National
trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin' cheese in ya stash, futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my
take no slack, when you managing the trap
If your front out, gotta get it right 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
T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little problem 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 and dip off fast
With the click, just pulled a lick
Now what you really wanna about the gangsta shit

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

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