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

Do you really wanna about some gangsta shit
Do you wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna about some gangsta 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 know about some gangsta 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
Back with Stankonia, Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and
the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo 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 some back-up find Jerome,
ya girl gonna you grief at home
Just tell her these hoez wanna be on the same that she's layin on

Dope boys in the trap to stack the dough
When beef come around let it go
When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you
Ridin real good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, it's
Puttin' in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my
take no slack, when you managing the trap
If your work out, gotta 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
T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little problem that we got to
It like it ain't about the money, we got to the job
No or rags, just guns and masks
We not to blast and dip off fast
With the Dungeon click, just pulled a
Now what you really wanna about the gangsta shit

[Slimm
Back on the scene, a stack of sitting on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman
Flippin and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
them hoez and then you skate, back to the block wit the deflate
Grams the O's, the hoez
A young nigga big face foldin
Pimps are known for catching
A good hustler's known to his gun away
First nigga run up and try to mine,
first nigga fuck up to get lined
Pack stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain dangling, y'all that i'm from C.P

[Andre
Outkast wit a K, yeah them are hard
than a nigga trying to impress God
We'll pull your're deck, fuck pulling your card
And still my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any play the melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my and I'm eating their verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, to the, to the beat, beat
As if went out of style, made a vow to myself
If it's for the wealth stop, well put i like 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, nigga naw, we lean to the side don't
All y'all fuck boys, toys inside your pants
to pull it out, point it at the ground 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 talking bout that's gangsta shit