Outkast - Gangsta sh** lyrics

[Intro : Big Boi] Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about Gangsta sh**, 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 sh** Do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh** Do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh** Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique Do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh** Do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh** Do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh** Dirty South n***a we straight gangsta pimps [Verse 1 : Big Boi] O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean Back with Stankonia, Dungeon Family-ee 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, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E If you need some back-up find your own Ya girl gonna give you grief at home Just tell her these hoes wanna be on the same team that she's laying on [Hook] [Verse 2 : C-Bone] 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, 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 b**h, College Park trump tight [Hook] [Verse 3 : T-Mo Goodie] I'm pimp tight, give a f**, n***as 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 clique, just pulled a lick Now what you really wanna know about some gangsta sh** [Hook] [Verse 4 : Slimm Calhoun] Back on the scene, a sack of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands Paint looking like Candyland, it's Slimm the South Paw triggerman 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, slabes to whole one's da flake A young n***a holdin big face foldin Pimps are known for catching runaways A good hustler's known to keep his gun away First n***a run up and try to jack mine First n***a f** up to get flat lined Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless Y'all don't wanna f** wit me, the trunk be at bangin Of the chain danling, y'all know that I'm from C.P [Hook] [Verse 5 : André 3000] Outkast wit a K, yeah them n***as are hard Harder than a n***a trying to impress God We'll pull your're whole deck, f** 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 b**hes s**ing on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs Get full, and n***as, n***as 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, n***a naw, we lean to the side don't fall All y'all f** boys, tuck toys inside your pants Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a n***a wanna dance Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that 2Pac In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta sh**