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Outkast - Gansta Shit lyrics
[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]Outkast - Gansta Shit - http://motolyrics.com/outkast/gansta-shit-lyrics.html
 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








