Gangsta Sh*t (feat. Slimm Calhoun, C-Bone & T-Mo)

Lyrics

Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
 Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talkin' about
 Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
 You know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style
 Gettin' head on the highways yeah but this what I wanna know
 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
 O U T K A S T, O N P, G double O D I E, so fresh so clean
 Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family
 Pearl Cadillac on dics and 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, Slim, Big Boi and this 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
 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
 Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough
 When beef come around 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, untaxable futhermuckers get mad
 Steady watchin' myself, got eyes in my back
 Don't take no slack when you managin' the trap
 If you front work out, gotta get it right back
 I trap by day boy, rap by night
 C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
 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
 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?
 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
 Back on the scene, a sack of green sittin' on crome and rubber bands
 Paint lookin' like Candy land, it's Slim the South Paw trigger man
 Flippin' work and whippin' weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
 Chop them hoez and then you skate, back to the block wit the deflate
 Grams the O's, slabs to whole one's da flake
 A young nigga holdin' big face foldin'
 Pimps are known for catchin' 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 danlin'
 Y'all know that I'm form C.P.
 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
 Outkast wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard
 Harder than a nigga tryin' to impress God
 We'll pull your whole deck, fuck pullin' 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 suckin' on my nouns and I'm eatin' their verbs
 Get full and niggaz, niggaz
 Pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat ass
 As if pit bulls 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 don't 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 2pac
 In front of them ooh wops
 Tryin' to show out that's the hoe route
 Talkin' loud, talkin' 'bout that's gangsta shit
 

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Duration
04:41
Key
11
Tempo
124 BPM

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