OutKast Gangsta Sh*t Lyrics

[Big Boi]
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
Gangsta s___, 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

Do you really wanna know about some gangsta s___
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta s___
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta s___
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon click
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta s___
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta s___
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta s___
Dirty South n____ 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 d___ies
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

[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 b____ College Park trump tight

[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp tight, give a f___, n____z 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 s___

[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 n____ holdin big face foldin
Pimps are known for catching runaways
A good hustler's known to keep his gun away
First n____ run up and try to jack mine,
first n____ 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 form C.P

[Andre 3000]
Outkas wit a K, yeah them n____z are hard
Harder than a n____ 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____es sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs
Get full, and n____z, n____z,
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____ naw, we learn 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____ 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 s___