Gangsta Sh
OutKast Lyrics


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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 highway,s yeah, but this what I wanna know

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 clique
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

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
Pearl Cadillac on D's 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 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

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 clique
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

Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough
If 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 the 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 your front work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight

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 clique
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

I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggas 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, then dip off fast
With the Dungeon clique, just pulled a lick
Now what 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?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique
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

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 flakes
Grams to O's, slabs to wholes
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' we
The trunk be bangin', off the chain danglin'
Y'all know that I'm from CP
(When do ya shoot, boy, shot don't reverse)
(Send for the downtown, send for the nurse, sing)

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 clique
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

OutKast with a K, yeah, them niggas are hard
Harder than a nigga tryna impress God
We'll pull your whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Anyd play the sweetest melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs
Get full, and niggas, niggas
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 don't stall, slow drag wit' your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga, nah, we lean to the side don't fall
All y'all fuckboys, 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 2Pac




In front of them ooh-wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
Talking loud talkin' 'bout that's gangsta shit

Overall Meaning

In Outkast's song "Gangsta Shit," the group makes it clear that they want to convey their knowledge of some of the gritty and dangerous elements of living in the South, specifically Atlanta. In the first verse, the group sings about the types of cars and lifestyles that are associated with being part of the gangsta culture. They also mention how they keep it "crunk," meaning they maintain a level of energy and excitement within their community. The first verse sets the tone for the rest of the song, where they rap about topics such as trapping drugs, building a reputation, and fighting for their street cred.


The chorus of the song repeats multiple times and asks the listener if they really want to know about some gangsta shit that Outkast and the Dungeon clique have experienced. The lyrics suggest that this lifestyle is not for everyone and that it takes a lot of work and risk-taking to gain respect in these circles. The second verse features Slimm Calhoun rapping about his own experiences selling drugs and making money off of his illicit activities. T-Mo of Goodie Mob describes how he and Outkast are working on taking care of business, which is implied as being violent.


Overall, "Gangsta Sh*t" is an unapologetic and sometimes graphic portrayal of the harsh realities associated with gang culture in the South. It is a reflection of the difficult circumstances in which many people in the region find themselves and the lengths they will go to survive and thrive in the face of adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
We ride in luxury cars like the LTD Lincoln Town Car


Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
We enjoy the funky style of the El Dorado car, you know what I mean


Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
We make gangsta music that you can relax and vibe to


You know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style
We always keep the energy high and maintain the A-town style


Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I wanna know
We're driving fast on the highways, but I have a question


Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Are you genuinely interested in learning about gangsta lifestyle


Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique
These are the rap groups associated with gangsta music


Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
We represent the Dirty South and embody the persona of gangsta pimps


O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
We spell out the names of our groups and emphasize our fresh and clean style


Back with Stankonia, Dungeon Family-ee
We're back with Stankonia and represent the Dungeon Family


Pearl Cadillac on dics and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
We ride in a flashy Pearl Cadillac with accessories like rims and Dickies clothing


It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
I'm back like Billy Ocean and Jose Cuervo is my preferred choice of alcohol


Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
Being 'stank' means having the most funky and impressive music in the streets


Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E
We're three gangsta individuals: Slimm, Big Boi, and C-Bone


If you need some back-up find your own
If you need support, you should find your own backup


Ya girl gonna give you grief at home
Your girlfriend is going to cause problems for you at home


Just tell her these hoes wanna be on the same team that she's laying on
Let her know that other girls want to be part of the same team she's involved with


Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough
Drug dealers in the neighborhood enjoy collecting money


When beef come around can't let it go
When there's conflict, we can't just ignore it


When my funds turn legit I'm gonna let you know
When I start earning legitimate money, I'll make sure you're aware


Ridin rims real good down Old National
We ride with impressive rims on the streets of Old National


It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Our lifestyle includes trapping, living in a two-bedroom place with a Jacuzzi bath is normal for us


Puttin cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
We keep money hidden away, avoiding taxes and irritating others


Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
I'm always cautious and aware, even watching my own back


Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
When you're in charge of the drug operation, you can't tolerate any laziness


If you work out, gotta get it right back
If you put in effort, you expect a return on investment


I trap by day boy, rap by night
During the day, I'm involved in illegal activities, but at night, I'm a rapper


C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
C-Bone is here, representing College Park with great precision


I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggas know what's up
I'm extremely confident and don't care about others' opinions


It's T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck
T-Mo and Outkast are chilling in the back of my truck


We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve
We have a minor issue that needs resolving


It like it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job
It's not just about the money, we have to take care of business


No colors or rags, just guns and masks
We don't focus on gangs or fashion, only on weapons and disguises


We not scared to blast and dip off fast
We aren't afraid to shoot and quickly escape the scene


With the Dungeon clique, just pulled a lick
With our group, we just completed a successful robbery


Now what you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
So, what do you truly want to learn about the gangsta lifestyle?


I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggas know what's up
I'm extremely confident and don't care about others' opinions


It's T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck
T-Mo and Outkast are chilling in the back of my truck


We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve
We have a minor issue that needs resolving


It like it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job
It's not just about the money, we have to take care of business


No colors or rags, just guns and masks
We don't focus on gangs or fashion, only on weapons and disguises


We not scared to blast and dip off fast
We aren't afraid to shoot and quickly escape the scene


With the Dungeon clique, just pulled a lick
With our group, we just completed a successful robbery


Now what you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
So, what do you truly want to learn about the gangsta lifestyle?


Back on the scene, a sack of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands
We're back in action, making money while displaying luxury items


Paint looking like Candyland, it's Slimm the South Paw triggerman
Our car's paint job looks vibrant and flashy, and I'm the skilled shooter known as Slimm


Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
We're actively involved in drug dealing, preparing and distributing drugs to make money


Chop them hoez and then you skate, back to the block wit the deflate
After taking advantage of women, we swiftly leave and return to the neighborhood


Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake
We sell both grams and ounces of drugs, including the finest quality


A young nigga holdin big face foldin
As a young person, I handle large amounts of money


Pimps are known for catching runaways
Pimps are notorious for finding and exploiting young runaways


A good hustler's known to keep his gun away
A skilled hustler knows how to keep his weapon concealed


First nigga run up and try to jack mine
If someone tries to rob me, they'll be the first to face the consequences


First nigga fuck up to get flat lined
The first person to make a mistake will face deadly consequences


Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
I still have a stash of drugs, and the cars I drive are fast and effortless


Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
You don't want to mess with me because the trunk of my car contains powerful weapons


Of the chain danling, y'all know that I'm from C.P
I have expensive jewelry hanging from my neck, and everyone knows I'm from College Park


Outkast wit a K, yeah them niggas are hard
Outkast spelled with a 'K' refers to the toughness and resilience of the group


Harder than a nigga trying to impress God
We are tougher and more determined than someone striving to impress a higher power


We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card
We'll defeat you completely, without just exposing your weaknesses


And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Even after achieving success, I remain grounded and enjoy simple pleasures like playing the guitar


Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard
I create captivating music that resonates with the streets


Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs
Women are engaging in sexual activities with me and I'm providing for them


Get full, and niggas, niggas
I get satisfaction, and others, they understand


Pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat
We dance and move to the rhythm of the music


As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself
We dance aggressively, like pitbulls, and I made a personal commitment


If it's for the wealth I'll stop well put I like this
If it's about making money, I'll put in the effort, but I also enjoy the artistry of music


It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Comparatively, it's like selling drugs to satisfy my girlfriend's material desires


Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
Regardless of the time of year, doing something for the wrong reasons is never justified


I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall
I don't waste time, I methodically maneuver, keeping you mentally challenged


Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the side don't fall
Yeah, we lean to the side but don't lose balance


All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants
All of you pretentious individuals hide weapons as a show of false bravery


Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
You show off your weapon by pointing it down, simulating dancing to intimidate others


Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that 2Pac
Why do you behave that way, under the influence of marijuana and inspired by 2Pac?


In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
Showing off in front of girls who are not impressed, taking the disrespectful route


Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta shit
Speaking loudly and claiming that it's gangsta behavior




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Corey Andrews, Robert Barnett, Andre Benjamin, Brian Loving, Carlton Mahone, David A Sheats

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@maxsk3809

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

Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps

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

Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps

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 bitch, College Park trump tight

Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps

I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggas 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 shit

Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps

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 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 from C.P

Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps

Outkast wit a K, yeah them niggas 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 niggas, niggas
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 lean 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 2Pac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta shit



@jaholt18

Outkast com o K, sim, os manos são duros
Mais difícil que um negro tentando impressionar a Deus
Vamos puxar seu baralho inteiro, foda-se puxando uma carta
E ainda pego meu violão e dou um passeio no parque
E eu toco a melodia mais doce que a rua já ouviu
Já as moças chupando meus substantivos enquanto estou comendo seus verbos
Você fica cheio, e manos, manos
Estourar, estourar, travar, travar com a batida, batida
Como se os pitbulls saíssem de moda, fiz um voto para mim
Se é para a riqueza eu vou parar bem, eu gosto disso
É como se eu vendesse alguma droga porque minha namorada quer ir às compras
Razão errada, qualquer que seja a estação, ei inverno, primavera, verão ou outono
Eu não paro, arrasto lento com seu cérebro contra a parede
Sim, mano, nós nos inclinamos para o lado, nunca caímos
Todos vocês, fuckboys, dobram brinquedos dentro de suas calças
Apenas para puxar, apontar para o chão e fazer um negro querer dançar
E por que?
Você está nessa maconha e naquele 2Pac
Na frente deles oooh wops, tentando mostrar, essa é a rota da puta
Falando alto, falando sobre isso é gangsta shit



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@zing5900

Andre killed this... That beat NEVER gets old.

@BlackCulturalPreservation2023

FA SHOOOOOO

@wogdiddy4468

Gotta BANG this shit on full volume!

@knife5050

@@wogdiddy4468 like Andre said: ‘turn me up. Don’t turn me down”

@AdamBiggers81

CBone too. Slim. Everyone killed this shit

@AdamBiggers81

@@wogdiddy4468 my aunt loved (hated) how I "shared my music" in high school. She knew this song, like it or not.

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@Graceandhope

Grew up listening to this, my dad never played trash. Found his Stankonia album when he passed and i still play it almost every day. It’s been 2 long years now…🥺

@Graceandhope

The best memories are attached to stankonia

@orenthal7894

🔥🔥

@jaxxcapone

He wanted to be gangsta lol lol

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