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

Do you really wanna know about some shit
Do you really wanna about some gangsta shit
Do you wanna know about some 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 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
with Stankonia, Dungeon Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and
the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, 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 at home
Just tell her these hoez wanna be on the same that she's layin on

Dope boys in the trap like to stack the
When beef around can't let it go
When my turn legit i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good down Old
trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin' in ya stash, un-taxable 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 back
I by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch Park trump tight

[T-Mo
I'm pimp tight, a fuck, niggaz 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
the Dungeon click, just pulled a lick
Now what you really know about the gangsta shit

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Back on the scene, a stack of green on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's the South Paw triggerman
Flippin and whippin weight, rock 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 holdin big face foldin
are known for catching runaways
A good hustler's to keep his gun away
First 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 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 than a trying to impress God
We'll your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a in the park
Any play the sweetest the street ever heard
Now bitches on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs
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 stop, well put i like this
It's like me 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 brain the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the don't fall
All fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants
to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe
Talking loud bout that's gangsta shit