Return of the "G"

Ugh, yeah, yeah, it goes like this, right here, like, uh

Niggas always be hollering peace, nahmsayin'? Peace, my brother

Peace this, peace that, nahmsayin'? But

Everytime I-uh, I try to get a peace of mind

Niggas try to get a piece of mine

(Ooh ooh ooh)

So I gotta grab my piece

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 eight 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 y'all soft

And say y'all be gospel rappin'

But they be steady clappin' when you talk about

Bitches and switches and hoes and clothes and weed

Let's talk about time travelin' rhyme javelin

Somethin' mind unravelin' get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta

Them niggas that got them kids

That 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 who get the wrong impression of expression

Then the question is "Big Boi what's up with André?

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!

Gangsta

(It's the return, it's the return, 'turn, return)

It's the return it's the return, 'turn it's the return

It's the return

Gangsta

(It's the return, it's the return, 'turn, return)

It's the return, it's the return, 'turn it's the return

It's the return (yeah)

Man, a nigga don't want no trouble

A player just wanna kick back with my gators off

And watch my lil' girl blow bubbles

But still ready to rhyme

Standin' my ground never back down

Willin' to rob, steal and kill anything 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 yo' side my nigga 'cause we got gats

The first nigga to buck is 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 fo' 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 (yeah)

So quit spreading them rumors

We ain't Club Nouveau

Gangsta

(It's the return, it's the return, 'turn, return)

It's the return, it's the return, 'turn it's the return

It's the return

Gangsta

(It's the return, it's the return, 'turn, return)

It's the return, it's the return, 'turn it's the return

It's the return

Gangsta

(It's the return, it's the return, 'turn, return)

It's the return, it's the return, 'turn it's the return

It's the return

Gangsta

(It's the return, it's the return, 'turn, return)

It's the return, it's the return, 'turn it's the return

It's the return