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

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

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

Dope boys in the trap to stack the dough
When come around can't let it go
my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good Old National
It's trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, it's
Puttin' in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got 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, niggaz what's up
T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta little problem 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, just pulled a
Now what you really wanna about the gangsta shit

[Slimm
Back on the scene, a stack of green sitting on chrome and rubber
Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the Paw triggerman
work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop hoez and then you skate, back to the block wit the deflate
Grams the O's, stab the
A nigga holdin big face foldin
are known for catching runaways
A good known to keep his gun away
First run up and try to jack mine,
first nigga fuck up to get lined
Pack still stainless 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
Outkast wit a K, yeah them are hard
Harder than a nigga to impress God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck your card
And take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the street ever
Now bitches sucking on my and I'm eating their verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat,
As if pitbulls out of style, made a vow to myself
If it's for the wealth I'll stop, well put i like
It's like me selling some because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or
I stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, naw, we lean to the side don't fall
All fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac
In of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud talking that's gangsta shit