Return Of The "G"

Yeah

Yeah, it goes like this right here

It's like, uh, **** always be hollering peace

You know what I'm saying?

Peace, my brother, peace this, peace that

You know what I'm saying, but

Every time I, I, uh, try to get a peace of mind

**** try to get a piece of mine

So I gotta grab my piece

It's the return of the gangsta, thanks to

Them **** that's on that blow that run up in your crib

Which contains your lady and a eight month old child to raise

Plus you true blue 'bout this music, but

They do not wanna hear

Because they rather be bouncing and shooting

And killing and bouncing and ****, get down

Return of the gangsta, thanks to

Them **** that think y'all soft and say y'all be gospel rapping

But they be steady clapping when you talk about

**** and switches and **** and clothes and ****, let's talk about

Time traveling, rhyme javelin, something mind unraveling, get down

Return of the gangsta, thanks to

Them **** that got them kids that got enough to buy an ounce, but

Not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo or to the park

So they grow up in the dark, never seeing light

So they end up being like your sorry ass

Robbing **** in broad ass daylight, get down

Return of the gangsta, thanks to

Them **** who get the wrong impression of expressions

Then the question is, Big Boi, what's up with André?

Is he in a ****? Is he on drugs? Is he gay?

When y'all gon' break up? When y'all gon' wake up, ****?

I'm feeling better than ever, what's wrong with you, you? Get down

Gangsta (It's the return, it's the return, turn, turn)

Ooh (It's the return, it's the return, turn, it's the return, return)

Gangsta (It's the return, the return, it's the return, return)

Ooh (It's the return, it's the return, turn, turn)

Yeah, man, a **** don't want no trouble

A player just wanna kick back with my gators off

And watch my lil' girl blow bubbles

But still ready to rhyme, standing my ground, never back down

Willing to rob, steal, and kill anything that threatens mine

But good luck couldn't be bought, see

Many a fights had to be fought, G

For a **** to ride these Vogues

Oh, so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at

Watch your side, my ****, 'cause we got gats

The first **** to buck is gon' be the first **** we attack

Don't want that, but it comes though

Most of the time when you don't know

Sticking together like flower and water to make that slow dough

We work for everything we have and gon' stick up for

Each other like we brothers from another mother

Kinda like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover

Strictly for the Caddie lovers

And never the nut hugging punk ****

So quit spreading them rumors

We ain't Club Nouveau

(Know that) Yeah, yeah

Gangsta (It's the return, it's the return, turn, turn)

Ooh (It's the return, it's the return, turn, it's the return, return)

Gangsta (It's the return, return, it's the return, return)

Ooh (It's the return, it's the return, turn)

Gangsta (It's the return, it's the return, turn, turn)

Ooh (It's the return, it's the return, turn, it's the return, return)

Gangsta (It's the return, turn, it's the return, return)

Ooh (It's the return, it's the return, turn)