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[Big
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln 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 here, A-town style
Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I wanna

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

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

Dope boys in the trap like to the dough
When beef come around let it go
When my funds turn i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, 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 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 what's up
It's and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little 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 and dip off fast
With the Dungeon click, just a lick
Now you really wanna know about the gangsta shit

[Slimm
Back on the scene, a of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw
Flippin and whippin weight, rock 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 big face foldin
are known for catching runaways
A hustler's known to keep his gun away
First nigga run up and try to mine,
first nigga up to get flat lined
Pack still stainless Coupe and brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at
Of the dangling, y'all know that i'm from C.P

[Andre
Outkast wit a K, yeah niggaz are hard
Harder than a nigga trying to God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling card
And still take my guitar and a walk in the park
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 pitbulls went out of style, 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
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, tuck toys inside pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud talking bout that's shit