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

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

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

Dope in the trap like to stack the dough
When beef come can't let it go
When my funds turn i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good Old National
It's trappable, two bed, bath, it's natural
cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the
If your front work out, get it right back
I by day boy, rap by night,
in this Bitch College Park 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 simple 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 to blast and dip off fast
With the Dungeon click, pulled a lick
Now what you really know about the gangsta shit

[Slimm
Back on the scene, a stack of green on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, and get the papes
Chop them hoez and then you skate, back to the wit the deflate
Grams the O's, stab the
A young nigga holdin big foldin
Pimps are known for runaways
A good hustler's known to his gun away
nigga run up and try to jack mine,
first nigga fuck up to get flat
Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at
Of the chain dangling, know that i'm from C.P

[Andre
Outkast wit a K, yeah them niggaz are
than a nigga trying to impress God
We'll your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my and take a walk in the park
Any play the 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 went out of style, made a vow to
If it's for the wealth I'll stop, well put i like
It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend to shop
Wrong reason, the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the side don't
All y'all boys, tuck toys inside 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 wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud talking bout that's shit