Gangsta Sh*t
OutKast Lyrics


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

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: COREY ANDREWS, ROBERT BARNETT, ANDRE BENJAMIN, BRIAN LOVING, CARLTON MAHONE, DAVID A SHEATS

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

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



All comments from YouTube:

Grace Louise B

Grew up listening to this, my dad never played trash. Found his stankonia album when he passed and i I pay it almost every day.

EEKQU

🔥🔥

Grace Louise B

The best memories are attached to stankonia

MrKing8050

This beat is probably the first official "trap" beat ever heard

M10Graphics SoloTheDesigner

2019 THAT BEAT STILL SLAAAAAAAP!!! 3000 Verse was crazy for that time too.

Exact 7979

2021 the beat still slap

Casual Slax

That verse is crazy for this time too. Maybe moreso.

Phillip Wright

That's the verse that made me start rapping

STL Bryan

Andre 3K is still on another level that not many can hang with.
GOAT.

Jinno Kuma

2020 still slapping this intergalactic sound

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