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[Big
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Car
Some of that El funk, know what I'm talking 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 this what I know

Do you really know about some gangsta shit
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 about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we gangsta pimps

[Big
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so so clean
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 means you got the funkiest, dopest on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C
If you need some find Jerome,
ya girl gonna you grief at home
Just tell her these hoez wanna be on the 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 legit i'm gonna let you
Ridin rims real good down Old
It's trappable, two bed, bath, it's natural
Puttin' cheese in ya stash, un-taxable get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my
Don't take no slack, when you managing the
If your front work out, gotta get it back
I by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College trump tight

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

[Slimm
Back on the scene, a stack of green sitting on chrome and rubber
Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the Paw triggerman
work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop them hoez and then you skate, 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 his gun away
nigga run up and try to jack mine,
first nigga fuck up to get 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 know i'm from C.P

[Andre
wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard
Harder a nigga trying to impress God
We'll pull whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my and take a walk in the park
Any the sweetest melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their
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 wealth I'll stop, well put i like
It's like me selling dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or
I dont stall, drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the side don't
All y'all fuck boys, toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on 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