Return of the "G"

Yeah, yeah it goes like this right here

Like uh, niggas always be hollerin', "Peace"

You know what I'm sayin', "Peace my brother"

Peace this, peace that, you know what I'm sayin' but

Every time I, uh, try to get a peace of mind

Niggas try to get a piece of mine

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 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 bouncin' and shootin'

And killin' and bouncin' 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 bein' 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

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-return, it's the return-turn)

Ooh (it's the return, it's the return-turn-turn)

Yeah

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, 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 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 everythin' we have and gon' stick up for

Each other, like we brothers from another mother

Kind of like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover (Glover)

Strictly for the Caddy lovers

And never the nut huggin' punk motherfuckers (yeah)

So quit spreadin' them rumors

We ain't Club Nouveau (know that, yeah, yeah)

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-return, 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-return, it's the return-turn)

Ooh (it's the return, it's the return-turn-turn)