Return of the “G”

Lyrics

[Produced by Organized Noize] [Intro: André 3000] Yeah, yeah... it goes like this right here Like, uh... niggas always be hollering "peace" You know what I'm saying, "Peace, my brother" "Peace" this, "peace" that, you know what I'm saying, but Every time I, I, uh, try to get a peace of mind Niggas try to get a piece of mine So I gotta grab my piece [Verse 1: André 3000] It's the return of the gangster, thanks ta' Them niggas that's on that blow that run up in your 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 bouncing and shooting and killing and bouncing and shit – get down Return of the gangsta, thanks ta' Them niggas that think 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, 'til 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 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 [Chorus: Lil' Will, (Khujo Goodie)] Gangsta (It's the return, it's the return–turn–turn–turn) Ooh (It's the return–turn, it's the return–turn, it's the return, return) Gangsta (It's the return–turn, it's the return–turn) Ooh (It's the return, it's the return–turn–turn) [Verse 2: Big Boi] Man, a nigga don't want no trouble A playa just wanna kick back with my gators off And watch my lil' girl blow bubbles But still, ready to rhyme Standing 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 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–is gon' be the first nigga we attack Don't want that, but it comes though Most of the time–when 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 Kind of 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 (Know that) Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Lil' Will, (Khujo Goodie)] Gangsta (It's the return, it's the return–turn–turn–turn) Ooh (It's the return–turn, it's the return–turn, it's the return, return) Gangsta (It's the return–turn, it's the return–turn) Ooh (It's the return, it's the return–turn–turn) Gangsta (it's the return, it's the return–turn–turn–turn) Ooh (It's the return–turn, it's the return–turn, it's the return, return) Gangsta (It's the return–turn, it's the return–turn) Ooh (It's the return, it's the return–turn–turn) [Skit]