Lyrics:
some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Outkast, Goodie Mob
Calling, calling the ATL south and the whole entire world
Get up, get into it involved
Looks like a job for the Goodie Mob, lets work
Standing
with us
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up
Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like
Jackie Chan
Hittin
with us
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up
Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like
Jackie Chan
Hittin
[Virtual Vicky]
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say: "What it is."
You scream: "What it ain't."
What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters.
Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered;
They besieged, on the beats, Goodie Mo-B, run
letters
Buddha say, the bloods are strictly outnumbered
They beseiged, on the beats, goodie mo-b, run the creeps
Y'all can have the streets, asphault
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say 'What it is'
You scream 'What it ain't'
(Battle zone, Goodie
plan
Cats don't want to see me man
Head me like He-Man
Need ski mask, like 3 vans
Rock cheap vans and hoodies
Rap weak they shouldn't
Mob deep we goodie
The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it
So remember that, OutKast, Goodie Mo.B.
Still standing for something while y'all falling for nothing
Stop
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say 'What it is'
You scream 'What it ain't'
(Battle zone, Goodie
ice / eyes
It's all Goodie Mob
Sky high
No one can erase love I've felt in this lifetime
We don't talk no more
But i haven't lost hope
So i won't go
about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob
[Chorus: x2 Goodie Mob]
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Faking ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard
on this first day
I don't play bout' my family
Mob Goodie, lumberjack, woody, down your
When I enter the room, shawty numb
Having fun, music give me
on this first day
I don't play bout' my family
Mob Goodie, lumberjack, woody, down your
When I enter the room, shawty numb
Having fun, music give me
knuckle-free
Khujo capital G-O-O-D-IE Mob wit my nigga LJ
(Lil Jon) and ESB (East Side Boyz)
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga Bo Hizziee!
Get crunk in this
chances of losing is slim.
Y'all talk that smack but copy-cat and do a movie like him.
Yes sir my mob got that goodie, as if my group had a kid.
We
hot keepin' it heated
People about to see they chasin' after cash in the ass
Suckers crash on the blast from the past
Goodie Mo.B. Backbone
and it don't quit, to the muthaf***in'...
Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the n****z
Around the East Point way
College Park is really
It's all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint)
Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the motherfucking
Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob
hot keepin' it heated
People about to see they chasin' after cash in the ass
Suckers crash on the blast from the past
Goodie Mo.B. Backbone
mob's goodie like we Ceelo
And he know, I am yes and even she know
Every instrument is a gram, kilo
OFM, Bangin' on your FM
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
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