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

Do you really wanna know about some shit
Do you really wanna know about gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the click
Do you really wanna know about some shit
Do you really know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we 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 Cadillac on dics and vogues, flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C
If you need some find Jerome,
ya girl gonna give you grief at
Just tell her these hoez wanna be on the same team she's layin on

Dope boys in the trap to stack the dough
When come around can't let it go
When my funds turn i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good down Old
It's trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, it's
Puttin' cheese in ya stash, un-taxable get mad
Steady watching myself, got in my back
take no slack, when you managing the trap
If your front work out, gotta get it right
I by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this 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 little that we got to solve
It it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job
No colors or rags, just guns and
We not scared to blast and dip off
With the Dungeon click, pulled a lick
Now what you really wanna know the gangsta shit

[Slimm
Back on the scene, a stack of green sitting on and rubber bands
Paint looking Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, up, roll and get the papes
Chop hoez and then you skate, back to the block wit the deflate
Grams the O's, the hoez
A young nigga holdin big face
are known for catching runaways
A good hustler's known to keep his gun
nigga run up and try to jack mine,
first nigga up to get flat lined
Pack still stainless and Verts brainless
Y'all 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 trying to impress God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling card
And still my guitar and take a walk 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, 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 this
It's like me selling some because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the side fall
All y'all fuck boys, 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 that
In front of oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud talking that's gangsta shit