Return of the "G"

歌詞

Yeah, yeah it goes like this right here Like uh, niggas 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 uh try to get a peace of mind Niggas try to get a piece of mine (Oo Oo Oo) So I gotta grab my piece It's the return of the gangster, thanks ta' Them niggas that's on that blow that run up in your 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 bouncing and shooting And killing and bouncing and shit, get down Return of the gangsta, thanks ta' Them niggas that think y’all 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 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 seein' light ‘til they end up being like yo' sorry ass Robbin' niggas In broad-ass daylight get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' Them niggas who 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 gon' wake up? Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you You get down! Gangsta (it's the return) it's the return–turn–turn–turn) Ooh (It's the return–turn) (it's the return–turn) (it's the return, return) Gangsta (It's the return–turn) (it's the return–turn) Ooh (It's the return) (it's the return–turn–turn) Man, a nigga don't want no trouble A playa just want to kick back with my gators off And watch my lil' girl blow bubbles But still ready to rhyme, standing my ground never back down Willin' to rob steal and kill any thang 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 is gon' be the first nigga we attack Don't want that, but it comes though, most of the time when you don't know Stickin' together like flour and water to make that slow dough We worked for everything we have and gon' stick up for Each other, like we brothers from another mother Kind of like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover Strictly for the Caddy lovers And never the nut huggin' punk motherfuckers (Yea) So quit spreading them rumors We ain't Club Nouveau (know that) (Yea Yea) Gangsta (it's the return) (it's the return– turn–turn–turn) Ooh (It's the return–turn) (it's the return–turn) (it's the return, return) Gangsta (It's the return–turn) (it's the return–turn) Ooh (It's the return) (it's the return–turn–turn) Gangsta (It's the return– it’s the return) (Turn-turn) (it's the return–turn) Ooh (It's the return) (it's the return–turn–turn) Gangsta (It's the return– it’s the return) (Turn-turn) (it's the return–turn) Ooh (It's the return) (it's the return–turn–turn) Man I’m tellin’ you that Pimp trick gangsta click Album gon’ be that fire Man it might alright we gone see (Hey Kim) Hey Kim (know that) (huh) Bring me out another box of That Goodie Mob (aight) Oh oh oh what’s up fellas Uh We don’t keep me cash In the registers What’s goin’ on What’s happening buddy Man we just wanna get some records Y’all like some thugs though ok What’s up? Chill out Aye Lemme get this new Pimp trick Gangsta click album (That Witch get that Witch) that Witchdoctor (we got that) Aye man Lemme get that Bob Marley Boy you don’t know nothing Bout that Bob Marley You talkin’ bout that there I know something Bout that Bob Marley That Doc be jammin’ too man Aye what else you got buddy I got that new Goodie Mob We got that (SKY HIGH, SKY HIGH) That’s what they be saying’? Sky high? I’ll tell you what you ain’t got tho 16.99, I’ll give you that new new Outkast Ain’t even came out yet S’posed to come out next week What (Gimme 15) Throw it on ya boy Throw it on ya folks Man, first they was some pimps, man. Then they was some aliens, or some genies, or some shit. Then they be talkin' about that black righteous space, man, whatever, man. Fuck them. I ain’t fuckin' with them no more