South Central Chamber Orchestra - Return of the "G" lyrics

[Produced by Organized Noize] [Intro: André 3000] Yeah, yeah it goes like this right here Like uh, n***as always be hollering "peace" You know what I'm saying, "peace my brother" Peace this, peace that, you know what I'm saying but Every time I uh try to get a peace of mind n***as try to get a piece of mine So I gotta grab my piece [Verse 1: André 3000] It's the return of the gangster, thanks ta' Them n***as that's on that blow That run up in your crib Which contains your lady and an 8 month old Child to raise plus you true blue 'bout this music but They do not want to hear it Because they'd rather be bouncing and shooting And k**ing and bouncing and sh**, get down Return of the gangsta, thanks ta' Them n***as that think you soft And say y'all be gospel rappin' But they be steady clappin' when you talk about b**hes, and switches, and hoes, and clothes, and weed Let's talk about time travelin', rhyme javelin Somethin' mind unravelin', get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' Them n***as who got them kids That got enough to buy an ounce But not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo Or to the park so they grow up in the dark never Seein' light 'til they end up being like yo' sorry a** Robbin' n***as in broad a** daylight get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' Them n***as that get the wrong impression of expression Then the question is Big Boi what's up with Andre? Is he in a cult? Is he on d**? Is he gay? When y'all gon' break up? When y'all gon' wake up? n***a I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you You get down! [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Boi] Man, a n***a don't want no trouble A playa just want to kick back with my gators off And watch my lil' girl blow bubbles But still ready to rhyme, standing my ground never back down Willin' to rob steal and k** any thang that threatens mine But good luck couldn't be bought, see Many a fights had to be fought, G For a n***a to ride these Vogues Oh so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at Watch your side my n***a cause we got gats The first n***a to buck is gon' be the first n***a we attack Don't want that, but it comes though, most of the time when you don't know Stickin' together like flour and water to make that slow dough We worked for everything we have and gon' stick up for Each other, like we brothers from another mother Kind of like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover Strictly for the Caddy lovers And never the nut huggin' punk motherf**ers So quit spreading them rumors We ain't Club Nouveau [Hook] [Skit]