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

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

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 on dics and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the
G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E
If you need back-up find Jerome,
ya gonna give you grief at home
Just tell her these hoez wanna be on the same team that layin on

Dope in the trap like to stack the dough
When come around can't let it go
When my funds turn i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims good down Old National
trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin' cheese in ya stash, futhermuckers get mad
watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't no slack, when you managing the trap
If your front work out, get it right back
I by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park tight

[T-Mo
I'm pimp tight, a fuck, niggaz know what's up
It's T-Mo and Outkast in the of my truck
We gotta simple little problem we got to solve
It like it ain't 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 click, just pulled a lick
Now you really wanna know about the gangsta shit

[Slimm
Back on the scene, a stack of green sitting on chrome and 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 big face foldin
are known for catching runaways
A good known to keep his gun away
First run up and try to jack mine,
first fuck up to get flat lined
Pack still stainless and Verts brainless
Y'all don't 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 them are hard
Harder than a trying to impress God
We'll pull your're 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 sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, to the, to the beat, beat
As if pitbulls went out of style, a vow to myself
If it's for the wealth I'll stop, well put i like
like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the side don't
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys your pants
to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, to show out, that's the hoe route
Talking talking bout that's gangsta shit