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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slimm Calhoun
Slimm Calhoun
Vocals
C-BONE
C-BONE
Background Vocals
Big Boi
Big Boi
Vocals
T-Mo Goodie
T-Mo Goodie
Vocals
André 3000
André 3000
Vocals
Billie O
Billie O
Background Vocals
Bobby B.
Bobby B.
Background Vocals
J-Sweet
J-Sweet
Background Vocals
Carl Mo
Carl Mo
Programming
Donny Mathis
Donny Mathis
Guitar
Preston Crump
Preston Crump
Bass
David Sheats
David Sheats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Andrews
Corey Andrews
Songwriter
Robert Barnett
Robert Barnett
Songwriter
Brian Loving
Brian Loving
Songwriter
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
David Sheats
David Sheats
Songwriter
André "3000" Benjamin
André "3000" Benjamin
Songwriter
Carlton Mahone
Carlton Mahone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carl Mo
Carl Mo
Producer
Earthtone III
Earthtone III
Co-Producer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Warren Bletcher
Warren Bletcher
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brad Hengerer
Brad Hengerer
Assistant Recording Engineer
Malik Albert
Malik Albert
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Parker
Kevin Parker
Recording Engineer

Letras

Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talkin' about Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah You know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style Gettin' head on the highways 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 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 O U T K A S T, O N P, G double O D I E, so fresh so clean Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family 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, Slim, Big Boi and this 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 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 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, untaxable futhermuckers get mad Steady watchin' myself, got eyes in my back Don't take no slack when you managin' the trap If you 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 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 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? 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 Back on the scene, a sack of green sittin' on crome and rubber bands Paint lookin' like Candy land, it's Slim the South Paw trigger man 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, slabs to whole one's da flake A young nigga holdin' big face foldin' Pimps are known for catchin' 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 danlin' Y'all know that I'm form C.P. 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 Outkast wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard Harder than a nigga tryin' to impress God We'll pull your whole deck, fuck pullin' 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 suckin' on my nouns and I'm eatin' their verbs Get full and niggaz, niggaz Pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat ass As if pit bulls 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 don't 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 reefer and on that 2pac In front of them ooh wops Tryin' to show out that's the hoe route Talkin' loud, talkin' 'bout that's gangsta shit
Writer(s): Robert Terrance Barnett, Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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