Outkast Lyrics
"Gangsta
Shit"
(feat. C-Bone, Slimm Calhoun, T-Mo)
[Big
Boi]
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk,
know what I'm talking about
Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
You
know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style
Getting head on the highways
yeah, but this what I wanna know
[Hook]
Do you
really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some
gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie
Mob and the Dungeon click
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do
you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about
some gangsta shit
Dirty 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 clean
Back with Stankona,
Dungeon Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and
Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank
means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big
Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up find Jerome,
ya girl
gonna give you grief at home
Just tell these hoez wanna be on the same team
that she's layin on
[Hook]
[C-Bone]
Dope
boys in the trap like to stack the dough
When beef come areound can't let it
go
When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good
down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin
cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself,
got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
If you
work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone
in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo
Goodie]
I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what's up
It's T-Mo and
Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little problem that we got
to solve
It like it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job
No colors
or rags, just guns and masks
We not scared to blast and dip off fast
With
the Dungeon click, just pulled a lick
Now what you really wanna know about
the gangsta shit
[Slimm Calhoun]
Back on the scence,
a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland,
it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, rock
up, roll and get the papes
Chop them hoez and then you skate, ack to the block
wit the deflate
Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake
A young nigga
holdin big face foldin
Pimps are known for catching runaways
A good hustler's
known to keep his gun away
First nigga run up and try to jack mine,
first
nigga fuck up to get flat lined
Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all
don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain danling, y'all
know that i'm form C.P
[Hook]
[Andre
3000]
Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard
Harder than a nigga trying
to impress God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And
still take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody
the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their
verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the
beat, beat
As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself
If it's
for the wealth i'll stop, well put i like this
It's like me selling some dope
because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey
winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against
the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we learn to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck
boys, tuck toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground
and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and
on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe
route
Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta shit
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