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[Big
Some of 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 know we keep it crunk around here, style
Getting head on the highways yeah, but what I wanna know

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

Boi]
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so
Back with Stankonia, Family
Pearl Cadillac on 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 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 trap like to stack the
When beef around can't let it go
my funds turn legit i'm gonna 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, when you the trap
If your front work out, get it right back
I by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in Bitch College Park trump tight

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

Calhoun]
Back on the scene, a of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw
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, stab the
A young nigga holdin big foldin
are known for catching runaways
A good hustler's known to keep his gun
nigga run up and try to jack mine,
first nigga fuck up to get flat
still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at
Of the chain dangling, y'all know that i'm C.P

[Andre
Outkast wit a K, yeah them niggaz are
Harder than a trying to impress God
We'll pull whole deck, fuck pulling your 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 nouns and I'm eating verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the 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 me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or
I dont stall, slow drag wit your against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys your 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 gangsta shit