Return Of The & Quot;g & Quot ; Lyrics - Outkast

[dre] 

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 [think] you soft 

And say y'all be gospel rappin' 

But they be steady clappin' when you talk about 

Bitches & switches & hoes & clothes & weed 

Let's talk about time travelin' rhyme javelin 

Somethin' mind unravelin' get down 

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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 gon' wake up? 

Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you 

You get down! 

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[big boi] 

Man a nigga don't want no trouble 

A playa just want to kick back with my gators off 

And watch my lli'l gull blow bubbles 

But still ready to rhyme 

Standin' my ground never back down 

Willin' to rob steal & 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 gon' 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 gon' 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