Return of the "G"

Its the return of the gangsta thanks ta
Them niggas thats on that blow
That run up in yo crib which contains
Your lady and an eight month old child to raise
Plus you true blue bout this music
But they do not want to hear it because
Theyd 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 yall be gospel rappin
But they be steady clappin when you talk about
Bitches and switches
And hoes and clothes and weed
Lets 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 whats up with
Andre?Is he in a cult?
Is he on drugs?
Is he gay?
When yall gon break up?
When yall gon wake up?
Nigga Im feelin better than ever
Whats wrong with you, you get down
Man, a nigga dont want no trouble
A playa just want to kick back with my gators off
And watch my lil
Gull blow bubbles
But still ready to rhyme
Standin my ground never back down
Willin to rob steal and kill any thang that threatens mine
But good luck couldnt be bought see
Many a fights had to be fought
GGot a nigga to ride these
VoguesOh, 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
Dont want that but it comes though
Most of the time you dont 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