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  • Текст песни Outkast - Return Of The "G"



    [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
    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!
    [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