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

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

[Big
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so so clean
with Stankonia, Dungeon Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics and vogues, flip flops, and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest on the street
G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E
If you need some find Jerome,
ya girl gonna you grief at home
Just tell her hoez wanna be on the same team that she's layin on

Dope boys in the trap like to stack the
When beef come around let it go
When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you
Ridin real good down Old National
trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin' 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, gotta get it right
I by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in 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 of my truck
We gotta simple little problem we got to solve
It like it ain't about the money, we got to the job
No colors or rags, just guns and
We not to blast and dip off fast
With the click, just pulled a lick
Now what you wanna know about the gangsta shit

Calhoun]
Back on the scene, a stack of sitting on chrome and rubber bands
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, back to the wit the deflate
the O's, stab the hoez
A young nigga holdin big face
Pimps are for catching runaways
A hustler's known to keep his gun away
First run up and try to jack mine,
first nigga fuck up to get lined
Pack still stainless Coupe and 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
wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard
Harder than a nigga trying to 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 melody the 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, made a vow to
If it's for the wealth I'll stop, put i like this
It's like me selling some dope my girlfriend wants to shop
reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your
to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on reefer and on that Tupac
In front of them wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud bout that's gangsta shit