Outkast - Gangsta Shit Lyrics
[big boi]Some of that uh, ltd lincoln town carSome of that el dorado funk, know what Im talking aboutGangsta shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeahYou know we keep it crunk around here, a-town styleGetting head on the highways yeah, but this what I wanna know[hook]Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shitDo you really wanna know about some gangsta shitDo you really wanna know about some gangsta shitOutkast, goodie mob and the dungeon clickDo you really wanna know about some gangsta shitDo you really wanna know about some gangsta shitDo you really wanna know about some gangsta shitDirty south nigga we straight gangsta pimps[big boi]O-u-t-k-a-s-t,o-n-p,g-o-o-d-i-e, so fresh so cleanBack with stankona, dungeon familyPearl cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and dickiesIts the return of billy ocean, cuervo is my drinkStank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the streetThree g ski, slimm, big boi and ths is c b-o-n-eIf you need some back-up find jerome,Ya girl gonna give you grief at homeJust tell these hoez wanna be on the same team that shes layin on[hook][c-bone]Dope boys in the trap like to stack the doughWhen beef come areound cant let it goWhen my funds turn legit Im gonna let you knowRidin rims real good down old nationalIts trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, its naturalPuttin cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get madSteady watching myself, got eyes in my backDont take no slack, when you managing the trapIf you work out, gotta get it right backI trap by day boy, rap by night,C-bone in this ***** college park trump tight[hook][t-mo goodie]Im pimp tight, give a *****, niggaz know whats upIts t-mo and outkast in the back of my truckWe gotta simple little problem that we got to solveIt like it aint about the money, we got to handle the jobNo colors or rags, just guns and masksWe not scared to blast and dip off fastWith the dungeon click, just pulled a lickNow what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit[slimm calhoun]Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bandsPaint looking like candyland, its sllimm the south paw triggermanFlippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papesChop them hoez and then you skate, ack to the block wit the deflateGrams the os, slabes to whole ones da flakeA young nigga holdin big face foldinPimps are known for catching runawaysA good hustlers known to keep his gun awayFirst nigga run up and try to jack mine,First nigga ***** up to get flat linedPack still stainless coupe and verts brainlessYall dont wanna ***** wit me, the trunk be at banginOf the chain danling, yall know that Im form c.p[hook][andre 3000]Outkas wit a k, yeah them niggaz are hardHarder than a nigga trying to impress godWell pull yourre whole deck, ***** pulling your cardAnd still take my guitar and take a walk in the parkAny play the sweetest melody the street ever heardNow *****es sucking on my nouns and Im eating their verbsGet full, and niggaz, niggaz,Pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beatAs if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myselfIf its for the wealth Ill stop, well put I like thisIts like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shopWrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fallI dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wallYeah, nigga naw, we learn to the side dont fallAll yall ***** boys, tuck toys inside your pantsJust to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna danceNow what that be for, youre on that reefer and on that tupacIn front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, thats the hoe routeTalking loud talking bout thats gangsta shit
