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

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

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

Dope boys in the like to stack the dough
When beef come can't let it go
When my funds turn legit i'm let you know
Ridin rims good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, bath, it's natural
Puttin' cheese in ya stash, futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got in my back
Don't take no slack, 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 College trump tight

[T-Mo
I'm tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what's up
It's T-Mo and Outkast in the 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 scared to and dip off fast
the Dungeon click, just pulled a lick
Now what you really wanna know the gangsta shit

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Back on the scene, a of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the
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 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 Coupe and Verts
Y'all don't wanna wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain dangling, know that i'm from C.P

[Andre
wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard
Harder than a nigga trying to God
We'll pull 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 bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, to the, to the beat, beat
As if pitbulls went out of style, a vow to myself
If it's for the wealth stop, well put i like this
It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to
reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a wanna dance
Now what that be for, on that reefer and on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, to show out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud talking bout gangsta shit