Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Return of the "G", artist - OutKast. Date of issue: 28.09.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Return of the "G" |
| 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 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! |
| 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 |