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

Do you really know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some shit
Do you really wanna about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta
Do you really know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta
Dirty South 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 and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my
Stank, means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C
If you need some back-up Jerome,
ya gonna give you grief at home
Just tell her hoez wanna be on the same team that she's layin on

Dope in the trap like to stack the dough
When come 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, 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 the trap
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, niggaz what's up
It's and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little problem that we got to
It like it about the money, we got to handle the job
No colors or rags, just and masks
We not scared to and dip off fast
With the Dungeon click, pulled a lick
Now what you really wanna know the gangsta shit

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

[Andre
Outkast wit a K, them niggaz are hard
Harder a nigga trying to impress God
We'll your're whole 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 nouns and I'm eating 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 it's for the I'll stop, well put i like this
like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, or fall
I dont stall, drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, naw, we lean to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, the hoe route
Talking loud bout that's gangsta shit