OutKast - Return of the "G" Lyrics

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)