Gangsta Sh*t
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 Sh*t", the duo and other members of the Dungeon Family rap about their life in Atlanta, the essence of the Dirty South, and the gangsta lifestyle. The lyrics paint a picture of a laid-back culture, where gangsters hang in their cars and rap about their hustle. They call out to the audience to ask if they want to know about some gangsta sh*t while sharing details about life in the trap and on the streets. They exude confidence and pride in their southern roots, calling themselves "straight gangsta pimps" and highlighting the importance of always having each other's backs. Overall, the song celebrates the gangsta lifestyle while offering insight into the workings of Southern street culture.


This song was part of the soundtrack for the film "Gangsta Sh*t: The Movie," which was never released due to budget issues.


OutKast was part of the Dungeon Family, which was a collective of Southern hip-hop artists that helped shape the sound of the genre in the 1990s.


The song features verses from CeeLo Green, Big Gipp, and T-Mo, in addition to Big Boi and André 3000 of OutKast.


The song samples the beat from "The Creator Has A Master Plan" by Pharoah Sanders.


The song's chorus became popular as a ringtone in the early 2000s.


The song was produced by Earthtone III, which was a production team consisting of OutKast members André 3000 and Big Boi, as well as Mr. DJ.


The song's music video was directed by Bryan Barber, who also directed OutKast's "Hey Ya!" and "Roses" music videos.


The song was included on OutKast's album "Big Boi and Dre Present... OutKast," which was a compilation album featuring songs from various members of the Dungeon Family.


The song has been performed live by OutKast and other members of the Dungeon Family, often as part of medleys or mashups with other songs.


The song's title and lyrics helped to popularize the term "gangsta sh*t" as a catchphrase in hip-hop culture.


Chords: Unknown.


Line by Line Meaning

Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
We're driving in style in a luxurious car


Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
We're listening to classic funk music and enjoying it


Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
We're just chilling and enjoying life while listening to gangsta music


You know, we keep it crunk around here, A-town style
We always keep things lively and energetic here in Atlanta


Getting head on the highway, yeah, but this what I wanna know
We're having some fun while driving, but I have another topic on my mind


Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Are you ready to hear some true stories about our gangsta lifestyle?


Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique
Our crew includes multiple talented groups and individuals


Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
We're proud to represent the Dirty South and our status as successful and powerful men


O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
These are the names and acronyms for our various groups and members


So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon Family
We're still producing new music, and doing it with the same unique, fresh style that our fans love and expect from us


Pearl Cadillac on D's and Vogues, flip flops, T-shirts and Dickies
We're rolling in a fancy car with the perfect combination of stylish shoes and casual clothes


It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Bringing back old-school vibes, and I'm enjoying a drink


Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the streets
Our music is fresh, funky, and everyone is talking about it


Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E
These are the names of our crew members who are present now


If you need some back-up, find your own
I can't help you if you're in trouble, you need to handle it on your own


Your girl gonna give you grief at home
Your girlfriend is upset with you


Just tell her these hoes wanna be on the same team that she's playing on
Other women want to be with me, so she should be grateful and not angry


Dope boys in the trap, like to stack the dough
Drug dealers in their trap houses enjoy stacking and counting money


If beef come around, can't let it go
If there's a conflict with someone, we can't let it go and need to address it


When my funds turn legit, I'ma let you know
I'll let you know when my money isn't coming from illegal activities


Ridin' rims real good down Old National, it's trappable
We're driving nice cars with expensive rims, and people are envious and willing to buy drugs from us to feel powerful like us


Two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Our lodging accommodations have luxury features and are ideal for relaxation


Puttin' cheese in the stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
We're storing away money, and people who are jealous of our wealth get angry


Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
I'm always being cautious and making sure I'm safe


Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
You have to be strict and maintain control in the drug trade


If your front work out, gotta get it right back
If there's something wrong with the drug supply, you need to fix it immediately


I trap by day, boy, rap by night
I deal drugs during the day and make music at night


C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
C-Bone is here, and we're feeling good about our hood in College Park


I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggas know what's up
I'm a successful businessman, and I don't care what anyone else thinks


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


We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve
We have a situation that needs to be resolved


It like it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job
This isn't about money, it's about handling the situation


No colors or rags, just guns and masks
We're not representing any gang colors or symbols, just carrying weapons


We not scared to blast, then dip off fast
We're willing to shoot and run away if we have to


With the Dungeon clique, just pulled a lick
We just successfully completed a robbery with our crew


Back on the scene, a sack of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands
We're back and as successful as ever, with money stacked up high


Paint looking like Candyland, it's Slimm, the southpaw triggerman
Our car is painted in bright, colorful candy-like hues, and Slimm is with us and dangerous


Flippin' work and whippin' weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
We're selling drugs, transforming them into different forms, and earning money


Chop them hoes and then you skate, back to the block with the flakes
We're chopping drugs into small pieces and then selling them, before getting away quickly with the profits


Grams to O's, slabs to wholes
We're selling drugs in various quantities, from small grams to large slabs


A young nigga holdin', big face foldin'
I'm a young guy with a lot of money in my pockets


Pimps are known for catching runaways
Pimps are experts at maintaining control and finding runaway girls


A good hustler's known to keep his gun away
A skilled hustler knows when to keep his weapon hidden


First nigga run up and try to jack mine
The first person who tries to steal from us is going to regret it


First nigga fuck up to get flat-lined
The first person who messes up in front of us will be in trouble


Pack still stainless, Coupe and Verts brainless
Our weapons are still clean and functioning well, and we're driving without any strategy


Y'all don't wanna fuck wit' we
You don't want to mess with us


The trunk be bangin', off the chain danglin'
The music in our car is loud and the chains we're wearing are noticeable


Y'all know that I'm from CP
Everyone knows that I'm from College Park


(When do ya shoot, boy, shot don't reverse)
When you shoot, you commit to it and can't change your mind


(Send for the downtown, send for the nurse, sing)
Call for assistance if necessary


OutKast with a K, yeah, them niggas are hard
We spell our name with a K, and everyone knows we're tough


Harder than a nigga tryna impress God
We're tougher than someone trying to impress an almighty being


We'll pull your whole deck, fuck pulling your card
We're going to beat you so badly that you'll lose everything, and not just expose your weaknesses


And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Even after beating you, I'll remain calm and collected and enjoy the outdoors


Anyd play the sweetest melody the street ever heard
I can play beautiful music that everyone would enjoy


Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs
Women are performing oral sex on me, while I'm also enjoying sexual activity with them


Get full, and niggas, niggas
We'll keep satisfying ourselves, no matter what anyone else thinks


Pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat
We're dancing to the music


As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself
We're still as relevant and powerful as pitbulls, and I've committed to remaining this way


If it's for the wealth, I'll stop, well, put it like this
I would do anything for money, and here's why


It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
I'm willing to hurt others and sell drugs just so I can give my girlfriend what she wants


Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
It doesn't matter what time of year it is or what people think, I'll do anything for money


I don't stall, slow drag wit' your brain against the wall
I don't hesitate to win and make my opponents feel defeated


Yeah, nigga, nah, we lean to the side don't fall
We're still standing strong and won't collapse under pressure


All y'all fuckboys, tuck toys inside your pants
Everyone who's weak and trying to betray us should carry a weapon for protection


Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
We'll use our guns to scare people and make them do as we say


Now what that be for? You're on that reefer and on that 2Pac
Why are you acting like that? Are you smoking weed or listening to 2Pac?


In front of them ooh-wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
You're acting like this in front of girls, trying to show off and look cool


Talking loud talkin' 'bout that's gangsta shit
You're talking big and acting tough like us, but you're not really a gangsta




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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