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

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

Boi]
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so
with Stankonia, Dungeon Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and
It's the return of Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, 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 grief at
Just tell her these wanna be on the same team that she's layin on

Dope boys in the trap like to stack the
When beef come can't let it go
When my funds legit i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good down Old
It's trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, it's
cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my
Don't take no slack, when you managing the
If your front work out, gotta get it back
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
T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple problem that we got to solve
It like it ain't 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, just pulled a
Now what you really know about the gangsta shit

[Slimm
Back on the scene, a stack of sitting on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the 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 holdin big foldin
Pimps are known for catching
A good hustler's known to his gun away
First run up and try to jack mine,
first nigga up to get flat lined
Pack stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all don't fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain dangling, y'all know i'm from C.P

[Andre
wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard
Harder than a nigga to impress God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling card
And still take my and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the street heard
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 out of style, made a vow to myself
If for the wealth I'll stop, well put i like this
It's like me selling some dope because my wants to shop
Wrong reason, the season, hey winter, spring, summer 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, tuck toys 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 them oooh wops, to show out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud talking that's gangsta shit