[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen
This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch
I feel for you, I’m with you, I’m with you brother
And this one right here is fot that ghetto girl with the bad perm
That just burn baby, burn baby, burn
Pop open a malt liquor
Smoke something until your scalp gets killed

[Hook x2]
Gangstas and pimps
Love lobster and shrimp
Kool Aid and chicken
Flashy things and women
All I need
Is remy and weed
Somebody not afraid
To go some for my Escalade

[Lil’Wayne]
I’m just pimping
Baby you got a rule for me
Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me
Hey you gotta get high and go low for me
It’s Cash Money young money never know money
It’s 500 Degreez it’s not fool buddy
But it and the dro got me so scummy
And to drum hole a whole hundred
Can I put a whole hundred in your whole tummy
Hehe, man’s Wheezy’s a legend
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what’s in a bazel
I’m in this bitch hold your bitches
And hold your bitches cuz she gon wanta part of me
Cuz she never see the roof of my car with me
And you never see a tooth without a diamond on it
This is game at its finest homie
Peep it

[Hook]

[Baby]
See I was born from a gangsta
Pa gave me a whip
Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents
One of a land Birdman I shine
22’s on it?
The bitch ain’t mine
I taught her the game ma
I gave it all to her
Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him
[Lil’Wayne]
The Birdman junior I’m the son of a stunna

[Baby]
Mannie Fresh
Jazze Phezzy this our summer
500 Degreez got rich off the four
Cadillac smoke dro just me and the ho
Flash from hard times from that cake and dope
Put cars in moms names just to duck white folks
We eat lobster and shrimp
Nigga park that Lambo
I’m a V.I.P. nigga
Pop bottles of Mo
I pray that one day I’ll open a better door

[Hook]

[Lil’Wayne]
Ain’t no mountain high enough
To me for cuz I keep on buying fifi stuff
And the Eastside where we pump
It’s my part of New Orleans
Bleed for ya I’m the heart of New Orleans
Hear you’re fucking with a gangst foe
Hope you never close your eyes I’ll bang your ho
All she need is some guidance I’ll tame your ho
It’s big pimping over here man yeah man
If she looking for a daddy see the lil man
Weezy baby, don’t fool yourself you need me baby
Easy baby, I’m just trying to keep my bread cheesy, baby
Slick when I spit shit right
26-inch got a deep-dish ma
Sweet as mami lips when I’m creeping by
Baby gave mewings just to keep me fly
Weezy I hell yeah
And I’m rolling with them

[Hook x2]

[O’Dell]
Gangstafied forever, forever
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya

[Kane & Abel]
Whats up to all my people, Kane and Abel is back
Down south hustlers, soldier haters and jealous busters got me strapped
Got bigger paper now so I gotta bigger gat
Slangers and head busters ride burbans and lacs
Please, every brass for the tank love (ya heard me)
Cause soldiers respect soldiers and soldiers respect thugs
Like Slim say, hundred ground drum in the AK
If you dont respect the rap sheet, we don’t play
Got fand in Japan who love this ghetto rap
Got to holler at Master P cause he put us on the map
Kane on attack, wont you let me hear the click clack
Represent your war stay hard soldiers in combat

[O’Dell] (Kane & Abel)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)

[Silkk The Shocker]
I’m a G-A-N-G-S to the A (gangsta)
I’m a gangsta ass nigga, huh I dont play
Don’t make me act a motherfuckin fool
I couldn’t get a job I had to settle for robbing niggas I got too many
tattoos
That’s how I slug my drugs at, hang where my thugs at
Give a fuck on niggas stay real, you stay real, you gotta love that

[Mr. Serv-On]
I’m a G to the A to the N to the S to the T to the F to the I to the E to
the D
You know the S to the E to the R to the V always ready to cock to the
glock
Niggas drop to the pop, nigga this tank block
Pushin that ass to the four to the O, niggas know this N.O.
So feel my pain niggas know the game
Down with Kane & Abel a hundred G’s on the T to the A to the L to the A

[O’Dell] (Kane & Abel)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)

[Kane & Abel]
I hit the block gat cocked down to do some thangs
Talkin bout the white change, we can move some thangs
Mr. Abel Mr. Kane remain TRU to the game
Decked out on the cut with the platinum frame
Meet me at the motel choppin way on the scale
Caught the dirty ghetto mail on this highway to hell
Wo wo, the po po’s kick down the door
Caught the cash yay low now they searchin for more
No peace in the city where the soldiers dwell
Fifteen years old war stories to tell
Well

[O’Dell] (Kane & Abel)
Gangstafied forever
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (TRU, damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (Gangstafied, no limit soldier)

[Chorus]
Mo B. Dick

We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)
We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas)
We Gangstafied (Yes you know indeed)
We Gangstafied

[Kane]
Wasn’t never no Mama I wanna sing
It was mamma I wanna slang
So I can show off my gold chain, gold ring
Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
Now it’s world war 3 in them streets
Ain’t gone never have enough police
Picture I relax, relate, release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting on you like death wish
Spinning your head like the exorcist
(*Smack*) that’s a death kiss
Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies
Aint no good cause in my hood we was doing bad like crack babies
(Scandalous) Like Robin Givens
(And dangersous) Dead that’s how we living
Shiesty, like ganking the offering up out the church.
Putting in work spitting game on your Boo
Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt
I’m tru
Taking everything you got with that infared dot on your knot
Down South Hustlers got on lock, with that J-L-O-C on cock
Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the Pen
P-H at your own risk, cause fool to the tip you’ll be gone with the wind
Playa

[Chorus]


[Master P]

Time to chop some game with the ballers
It ain’t about slanging keys flippin half ounces to quarters
When the Task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks
My little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks.
My block be crazy my homey pushing dasies
Never had a chance to see his unborn baby
Aint that sad black rolling in the cadillac
4, 15 woofers bumping behind I’m hitting him in the back
Dead, who gives a damn cause when you gone
Aint no coming back to my homies that dead and gone 2 stones
Label me a thug like Pac,
Cause I done got the world hooked on ice cream I mean these gangsta rocks
I’m slanging these tapes we banging
Steady hanging on the block
Keep product in my socks ready to rock
Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
I’m bout it, rowdy, gangstafied

[Chorus]

[Abel]

It wasn’t never no Mama I wanna sing
Down here it’s mama I wanna gang bang
Wearing that red and blue start lying
Toting those 9’s, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer back (That the last)
Live fast and watch them die slow
You know I really wanna say is that they don’t car about soldiers
Falling asleep behind the whell in the Range Rover
Can’t remember the last time I was sober
(Whoop Whoop) that’s the Po Pos
Gotta watch those,
The got some nerve talking bout the supposed to protect and serve
Took my money and my herb
Every player that on my team got a laser beam
Knock your head off, steal your dream
Not first you sure, ain’t nutting nice serving fiends ain’t what it seems
What the south about, big money, big guns and those big booties
I be that soldier you looking at that, judging me
While you do you jury duty
I put my hands on my bruh and we still live
cause No limit soldiers survive gangstafied

[Mo B. Dick]
soooooo, sooooo, soooo, Gangstafied

[Chorus x3]

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there’s nuttin left
Cause I’ve been blastin and laughin so long that
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone


But I ain’t never crossed a man that didn’t deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that’s unheard of
You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk


I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I’m the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Sayin prayers in the street light


We’ve been spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)


We keep spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paraside
(repeat)


Look at the situation, they got me facin
I can’t live a normal life, I was raised by the strict
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watchin got me chasin dreams


I’m a educated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I’m a loc’ed out gangsta, set-trippin banger
And my homies is down, so don’t arouse my anger, fool


Death ain’t nuthin but a heart beat away
I’m livin life do-or-die-a, what can I say?
I’m twenty-three now, but will I live to see twenty-fo’?
The way things is goin I dunno


Tell me why are we — so blind to see
That the ones we hurt — are you and me
We’ve been spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)


We keep spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)


Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody’s runnin, but half of them ain’t lookin
It’s goin on in the kitchen, but I dont know what’s cookin


They say I got ta learn, but nobody’s here to teach me
If they cant understand it, how can they reach me?
I guess they cain’t — I guess they won’t
I guess they front; that’s why I know my life is outta luck, fool


We’ve been spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)


We keep spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)
Tell me why are we — so blind to see
That the ones we hurt — are you and me
(repeat)

[Chorus 2X: Nas]
(I’m cryin gangsta tears) Only a few can feel my pain
(I’m cryin gangsta tears) Only if I could show you
(I’m cryin gangsta tears) Only if you was in this game
(I’m cryin gangsta tears) You’d feel the whirlwind blow you

[Nas]
My daily dose is ferocious
I smoke dope, just as strong as opium
Hopin I’m close to just breakin frustration;
speakin on podiums
Facin this cold world head-on, dead on arrivals
Young black, poor education guns crack
The gang violence done that
Nighttime, the guns blow, streets got snitches
dealers, bitches, killers and blunt smoke, clubs open
Benzes, Jeeps, dubs pokin out tires
Thugs with heat, pay security, to let them slide in
Huh, I’m at the corner driftin, sippin, Cognac
To’ back, know dat soldiers is packin no secret
Though I’m broken hearted women done left me hopeless in darkness
Smokin, driftin in sickness, stand by oceans watch the sun glisten
I’m soul-searchin, I’m soul-hurtin
What happens when money don’t make you happy
I wish this on no person
Ate at the classy places, made all my fashion statements
I got no friends I’m lonely, don’t want no pity save it

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Yo, ride in the nighttime, I’m high, got on my flight suit
Hood with the night sign, dark colors on
Pull up the block my brother’s on
I hug him and we blow trees (sup nigga?) Scopin for police
Guns on our hip, fiends want a fix, stumblin tricks (right here)
We left the drug game alone
Brothers is jealous cause we still call the hood our home
What could you tell us?
At funerals my eyes swell up (damn)
Look at my dog lay in the casket
Twin shotgun barrels had blasted
And rest in peace for him, is all I could whisper
as I paid respect, kissed his face and felt hard skin
It’s part of God’s plan, but why so many niggaz have to die?
It’s crowded in this place, let the priest and pastor by
Bandana covers my eye, I’m scopin through the room
I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons
And yet I feel responsible when my nigga’s pronounced dead
inside the hospital, I wish there’s somethin I could do, but..

[Chorus]

–> On the Intro – We gotta, we gotta, we gotta, we gotta get dat gangsta shit, come on!
We gotta get dat gangsta shit – come on! We gotta get dat gangsta shit come on, we gotta get dat, get dat gangsta shit
We gotta get dat gangsta shit, come on, we gotta get dat gansta shit, comeon, we gotta get dat shit, get dat shit, get dat shit (woo haa…) come on, come on….

–> Throughout the song – We gotta get dat gangsta shit – come-on!

–> In the foreground – What we doin’ when the? What we doin’ when the? What we doin’ when the Fatboy’s slippin’?

Verse 1: Noreaga

Yo I got coke for y’all niggaz, dope for y’all niggaz
Hoes for y’all niggaz, shows for y’all niggaz
My StarTec niggaz, Motorola outed
Zone coaster, hold my dick on a poster
Smoke weed now til its a little roacha
I’ms a fiend gotta have that hydro green
Flip on hoes the bitches try to say that I’m mean
Stuck up aiyyo my chain gleam down to my nuts
Buying kids some cris, neva buy no cups
I thought I told y’all putos straight sucios
My niggaz buy guns and sell em in the studios
Shootin in the hood lay where I’m at
It’s too hot out there can’t even go to Iraq
Police knowin what went down ya cat done rat
I don’t know who to trust, aiyyo plus infact
strange things go on everytime that it’s on
Yo niggaz foldin, some holdin still rollin
I’m in the game kid til the game decease
I have million niggaz hearts right on the street yo
It’s all gangsta their team straight pranksta
The antenna on my TV still a hanger
Ghetto celeb, SPK right on the web
Niggaz ride bikes and ride on past
I say WHAT yo niggaz ride bikes and ride on past…

Chorus (repeat 2x)

Yo bring it back kid to where you got your props
Have y’all niggaz in the back say fuck the cops
How it’s all the same game kid yo in Queens and Watts
Yo it’s gangsta, watch the Gangsta Watch

Verse 2: Noreaga

Stop the press catch me with the heat or a vest
Smoke sometimes when I got shit to finnese
When I smoke weed, creatively then I’m the best
When I get hed first then I have a good sex
It’s a cause and effect when you fuck with my set
Cause you do that, the effect you get wet!
Fuck around I have ya little team get blessed
Have ya whole little town, mournin off ya death
I make a quick phone call, call Rell and Stef
and them niggaz won’t care where ya body is left
22 a just knock you up, and pop you up
67 a glock you up and rock you up
Stupid move now you know you done fucked up
fuckin with the wrong clique, nigga what?
Thug niggaz, grimey and loud niggaz
Drunk fucked niggaz, wanna dump niggaz
Smoke skunk niggas, get krunk niggaz
Night niggaz, police straight and hype niggaz
Hit light niggaz easy to fight niggaz
Don’t leave the club til it’s daylight niggaz
Black puerto rican and even our white niggaz
Right niggaz flip coke with ice niggaz
Tight niggaz gangsta and trife niggaz
Street smart so I guess we bright niggaz

Chorus (repeat 2x)

[Havoc-]
Yo Russell Simmons
This is your commander in chief of your West Coast operations
Havoc the Mouthpiece
My orders are to assemble a team
of 6 of the West Coast’s dopest rappers
I have chosen Prodigy, Havoc the Rhyme Son, Spice motherfuckin 1
2Pac, Eiht from Compton’s Most Wanted, and Ice-T
so let the gangsta team begin

[Havoc-]
Gnaw on a dick motherfucker cuz i’m a rip a gangsta skit
and blow your motherfuckin ass into anincrement
I rip em vertical diagonal i mean fucked up
show that ass and I’m a physically tear it up
another G witha glock givin a fuck about a cop
I do my talkin with a 12-gauge buckshot
like Spice 1 I’m just a giggity-giggity gangsta
and keepin a motherfuckin slug up in the chamber
+I Don’t Give a Fuck+ like 2Pac
I get a fuckin thrill when I see a cop drop
Squeeze yo motherfuckin neck and snatch your head off your shoulders
Peel ya cap read your brain like the devil boy I told ya
Make a move for your gat and I’ma split your fuckin back
6 ways with a mack Havoc’s in a mood to put a dick in the dirt
Jeffrey Dahmer gets no love cuz I’m the murder 1 expert
You couldn’t deal with the real shit so you got ass whipped
Fuckin with a lunatic bitch West Coast on a wreck
So motherfuck the mainstream you tuned in to the gangsta team

[Prodigee-]
I broke it down for the gangsta flex
snappin necks as I wreck from the gangsta teks
You gets no love you get a 9 in your asshole
droppin it in the back the fuckin niggas with a damn pole
and that nigga Prod he’s a gangsta i know the game bro
And I could be a fuckin murderer the hot shells melt yo ass G
And the Tales From the Crypt grabs yo ass like a movie
You got fucked up nigga when you fucked up
The brain splat on the floor like some damn nuts
West Coast they hoo-ride on your ass if you fast
you will still get mortified members only mutha fuck the phony
I give your ass the blues like Tony Toni Tone
Regulate in the 9-tre nigga this is payday
Comin from the mists with an A-K
O.G. stand no G. nigga from the S.C.
with a glock in my hood it don’t stop til a nigga drop
i don’t drop but I bust hot slugs from a drop top

Yeah Rhyme Son and Prodigee
That’s the way to show motherfuckers
how the gangsta team is runnin shit
Now it’s time for the rest of you motherfuckin gangstas
to show em how we livin

[2Pac-]
Now i’m losin it cuz my brother died
lookin down the barrel of a 9 from the other side
never really did read coppers from the episode
finger on the motherfuckin tek ready to let it go boom
now these devils really fear me
I told ya last year nigga holla if ya hear me
and one-time can’t fuck with my 4-5
do or die stay high til I motherfuckin die
cop-killas killin cops much props you gets love
from the motherfuckin thug niggas on the block
swingin hard as a motherfuckin barbell
Doin it for my niggas in the S.C. Cartel
run up on me nigga and I’m blastin ya you
Can’t fuck with the West Coast massacre

[Ice T-]
Check check microphone check who’s next
the Cartel’s in the house breakin fools necks
and I’m the motherfuckin cop killa
now on y’all when I used to pimp them hoes they called me Ice Gorilla
Motherfucker it’s on and you should’ve known
I don’t give a fuck about ya from word say yo
I don’t give a fuck about much no more
You might catch Ice robbin liquor stores
before I stop checkin a bank packin a shank
Oeelin back busters to maintain my street rank
Down with the Cartel and 2Pac the pigs
want a nigga with a scope on a rooftop
Punk motherfuck em they better duck em
when I’m out to kill I’m quick to buck buck em
bailin with the Eiht from C.M.W. my nigga Spice 1
is causin trouble too yeah so how you wanna fight
we can either straigh

[B.G.]
Nigga gonna respect my cliq, us chaos
Once it’s on, nigga you can’t duck us
Motherfuckers, if you score from us,
Don’t trust us
If you think about it
We made niggaz you can touch us
You bustas will want cliq in a sec
We need everything wet
Don’t give a fuck about what you said
It’s off the rilla my nigga
Contracts, dope pillas, it’s all about the skrillas
From George Washington to Ben Franklin
I’m spankin with my motherfuckin bankin
If you thinkin I’m fuckin wit this top ranker
And a murder
You a heavy drinker and I’ll serve ya
Bitch nigga
Getcha getcha getcha gettin cool nigga
Strap up, and do what you gotta do nigga
I know you know, it’s all on you nigga
Watch me I’m dirty and don’t play by the rules
I respect it’s do or die nigga
And I’mma do it till I die, cuz I’m a rida
That coc that girl, I tried her
I can’t deny her, cuz I like that fire
Black connection is the shit
U.P.T. respect it bitch, it’s the gangsta cliq

[Chorus]
Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit
Da magnolia bout some gangsta gangsta shit
Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit
That mel be bout some gangsta gangsta shit
Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit
That calio bout some gangsta gangsta shit
Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit
That same tom be bout that gangsta gangsta shit

[B.G.]
Nigga respect me for the chaos and beef a represent
Be full of that dope and full tent
I’m serving coc by the whole bird
My shit ain’t water without 7 g’s bout a bird
Play hard and get that serve
You know for sure that you heard
I bring noise, hanging out back with big toys
I give props to my world
What you want on your tombstone
Your pathetic boy, oh it’s on in the dirty south
You can’t afford hitting your dome in his own
Hang up and bitch you fuckin with a hot boy
Of the 13th, down the street of the U.P.T. it’s B.G.
Record company CMB
Thugs wanna come up and see
Da magnolia, the mel boys
CP3, I warned you, we’re outlaws
You can’t see me
I come without a stummer
The drivers think I’m done
I’m second to none
Get full of them blunts
My cliq got glocs and macks with beams on em
The big man got jacket with my team on em
You get it, I’ll get with em and split em
Yeah, I did em, we done em, I’mma go uptown and rum em

[Chorus] w/ variations

[B.G.]
Bitch me, my whole town nigga
Get that fake frown out your mouth or get pound nigga
I’m a hound
I hunt niggas down quietly
I smash a potatoe on my knee and pass out
A young gangsta spank ya off the top
Left you to hang the crop without all props
Do you ever hear
That nigga is a fool
One with me, twos I use, you lose
Killas I hang wit
We feel smart now
You ain’t shit
Trying to get wit me, you see me
No nigga can do it
Fuck wit me on the streets, man no nigga can do it
I get low down a dirty
Off with ya head, ol dirty
All my nuts anger, put it in the Benz
Till elevated tanger
I’mma switin west hanger
Crack slanger, neck splitted
Kool Aid gripper
I’m here to deal wit cha, I can’t forget cha
If you beefin, then I’m creepin on ya
Watch your back cuz, I’ll put that streetsweeper on ya
If you gonna bust back, you better ask out
I’ll leave you flat, when the bullets start grasp

[Chorus] w/ variations

[Big Boi]
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

[Hook]
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 click
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

[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 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 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

[Hook]

[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 Bitch College Park trump tight

[Hook]

[T-Mo Goodie]
I’m pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz 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 shit

[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 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 form C.P

[Hook]

[Andre 3000]
Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz 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 niggaz, niggaz,
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 learn 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 reef