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

Do you really know about some gangsta shit
Do you really know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon
Do you really wanna know about some shit
Do you really wanna know some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta
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
with Stankonia, Dungeon Family
Pearl on dics and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, is my drink
Stank, means 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 gonna you grief at home
Just tell her these hoez wanna be on the same team she's layin on

Dope boys in the trap to stack the dough
When beef come can't let it go
When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you
Ridin rims real good down Old
It's trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, natural
Puttin' cheese in ya stash, un-taxable get mad
Steady watching myself, got in my back
Don't take no slack, when you 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 pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know up
It's and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple problem that we got to solve
It like it ain't about the money, we got to the job
No colors or rags, just 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 gangsta

Calhoun]
Back on the scene, a stack of green sitting on chrome and rubber
looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, and get the papes
Chop them hoez and then you skate, to the block wit the deflate
the O's, stab the hoez
A nigga holdin big face foldin
Pimps are known for 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
Pack still Coupe and Verts brainless
don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain dangling, y'all know that i'm C.P

[Andre
Outkast wit a K, yeah niggaz are hard
Harder a nigga trying to impress God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your
And still take my guitar and a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my and I'm eating their 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 wealth I'll stop, well put i this
It's me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit brain against the wall
Yeah, naw, we lean to the side don't fall
All fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, on that reefer and on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, the hoe route
Talking loud talking that's gangsta shit