It's the return of the gangsta thanks ta' Them niggas that's on that blow That run up in yo' crib which contains Your lady and an 8 month old Child to raise plus you true blue 'bout this music but They do not want to hear it because they'd Rather be bouncin' and shootin' and killin' and bouncin' And shit get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta' Them niggas that thank you soft And say y'all be gospel rappin' But they be steady clappin' when you talk about Bitches and switches and hoes and clothes and weed Let's talk about time travelin' rhyme javelin Somethin' mind unravelin' get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta' Them niggas who got them kids Who 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 Seein' light so they end up being like yo' sorry ass Robbin' niggas in broad ass daylight get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta' Them niggas that get the wrong impression of expression Then the question is Big Boi what's up with Andre? Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay? When y'all gon' break up? When y'all goin' wake up? Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you You get down!
Man a nigga don't want no trouble A player just want to kick back with my gators off And watch my li'l Gull blow bubbles But still ready to rhyme Standin' my ground never back down Willin' to rob steal & kill any thing that threatens mine But good luck couldn't be bought see Many a fights had to be fought G For a nigga to ride these Vogues Oh so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at Watch your side my nigga 'cause we got gats The first nigga to buck goin' be the first nigga we attack Don't want that but it comes though Most of the time you don't know Stickin' together like flour and water to make that Slow dough we worked for everything we have And goin' stick up for each other like we Brothers from another mother Kinda like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover Strictly for the Caddy lovers and never the Nut huggin' punk motherfuckers