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

Do you wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the click
Do you wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really know about some 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
Back Stankonia, Dungeon Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics and vogues, flops, t-shirts and Dickies
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 girl gonna give you at home
Just tell her these wanna be on the same team that she's layin on

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

[T-Mo
I'm tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what's up
T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little that 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 what you really wanna know about the shit

Calhoun]
Back on the scene, a stack of green sitting on chrome and rubber
Paint 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 block wit the
Grams the O's, the hoez
A nigga holdin big face foldin
Pimps are known for runaways
A good known to keep his gun away
First nigga run up and try to mine,
first nigga fuck up to get flat
Pack still Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at
Of the dangling, y'all know that i'm from C.P

[Andre
wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard
Harder than a nigga to impress God
pull 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 street ever
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm their verbs
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, well put i this
It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or
I dont stall, slow drag wit your against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the side don't
All y'all fuck boys, tuck inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga dance
Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on Tupac
In of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud talking bout that's shit