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gangsta shit (remix) - outkast lyrics

[intro: big boi]
some of that uh, ltd lincoln town car
some of that el dorado funk, know what i’m talkin’ ’bout
gangsta sh*t, you know, lay back, cool out
this what i wanna know

[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 d’s and vogues, flip flops, t*shirts and d*ckies
it’s the return of billy ocean, cuervo is my drink
stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the streets
three g ski, slimm, big boi and this is c b*o*n*e
if you need some back*up, find your own
your girl gonna give you grief at home
just tell her these hoes wanna be on the same team that she’s playing on
[chorus]
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
outkast, goodie mob, and the dungeon clique
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
dirty south, n*gga, we straight gangsta pimps

[verse 2: c*bone + big boi]
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’ma 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 front work out, gotta get it right back
i trap by day, boy, rap by night
c*bone in this b*tch, college park trump tight

[chorus]
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
outkast, goodie mob and the dungeon clique
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
dirty south, n*gga, we straight gangsta pimps
[verse 3: t*mo goodie]
i’m pimp tight, give a f*ck, n*ggas know what’s up
it’s t*mo and outkast in the back of my truck
we got a 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 l!ck
now what you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?

[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 southpaw triggerman
flippin’ work and whippin’ weight
rock up, roll and get the papes
chop them hoes and then you skate
back to the block with the plate
grams to o’s, slabs to whole ones
a young n*gga holdin’, big face foldin’
pimps are known for catching runaways
a good hustler’s known to keep his gun away
first n*gga run up and try to jack mine
first n*gga f*ck up to get flatlined
pack still stainless, coupe and verts brainless
y’all don’t wanna f*ck with me
the trunk be bangin’, off the chain danglin’
y’all know that i’m from cp
[chorus]
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
outkast, goodie mob and the dungeon clique
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
do you really wanna know about some gangsta sh*t?
dirty south, n*gga, we straight gangsta pimps

[verse 5: andré 3000]
outkast with a k, yeah, them n*ggas are hard
harder than a n*gga tryna impress god
we’ll pull your whole deck, f*ck 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*tches sucking on my nouns and i’m eating their verbs
get full, and n*ggas think it’s
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 it 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 with your brain against the wall
yeah, n*gga, naw, we lean to the side, don’t fall
all y’all f*ckboys, tuck toys inside your pants
just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a n*gga wanna dance
now what that be for? you’re on that reefer
and on that 2pac in front of them ooh*wops
tryna show out, that’s the ho route
talkin’ loud, talkin’ ’bout that’s gangsta sh*t

[interlude: big boi]
yeah, know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? gangsta sh*t
you know, lay back, cool out
some of that, uh, ltd lincoln town car
some of that el dorado funk

[outro]
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