It`s the return of the gangsta thanks ta`
Them ni**as 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 s**t get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta`
Them ni**as that thank you 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 ni**as 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` ni**as in broad ass daylight get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta`
Them ni**as 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?
Ni**a I`m feelin` better than ever
What`s wrong with you, you get down

Man, a ni**a don`t 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 couldn`t be bought see
Many a fights had to be fought G

Got a ni**a to ride these Vogues
Oh, so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at
Watch your side my ni**a `cause we got gats
The first ni**a to buck is gon` be the first ni**a 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 motherf**kers