Yeah, it goes like this right here, it's like uh, niggas always be hollering peace, peace my brother, peace this, peace that, you know what I'm saying, but every time I try to get a peace of mind, niggas try to get a peace of mind, so I gotta *** my peace. It's the return of the gangsta, gangsta, them niggas that song that blow, that run up in your crib, which contains your lady and an eight mile old child of rage, plus you true grew out this music, but they do not wanna hear it, because they'd rather be bouncing and shooting and killing and bouncing and ***, get down. Return of the gangsta, gangsta, them niggas that think y'all soft and say y'all be gospel rapping, but they be steady clapping, when you talk about bitches and switches and hoes and clothes and weed, let's talk about time traveling, rhyme javelin, something mind unraveling, get down. Return of the gangsta, gangsta, them niggas that got them kids, they got enough to buy a house, but not enough to bounce them kids to the juke to the park, so they grow up in the dark, never seeing light, so they end up being like yo Sarrath, robbing niggas and broad ass, they like get down. Return of the gangsta, gangsta, them niggas who get the wrong impression of expressions and the question is big, well what's up with Andre, is he in a coat, is he on drugs, is he gay, when y'all gonna break up, when y'all gonna wake up, nigga, I'm feeling better than ever, what's wrong with you, you, get down. Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta. Man, a nigga don't want no trouble, a player just wanna kick back with my gators off and watch my little girl blow bubbles, but still ready to rhyme, standing my grind, never back down, willing to rob, steal and kill, anything that threatens mine, but good luck couldn't be bought, see, many a fight's had to be fought cheap, for a nigga to ride these vogues, oh so close to the sidewalk, should be gawked at, watch your side my nigga, cause we got gas, the first nigga to bump is gonna be the first nigga we attack, don't want that, when it comes though, most of the time when you don't know, sticking together like flour and water, to make that slow dose, we work both, everything we have ain't gon' stick up folks, each other like we brothers from another mother, kinda like Mel Gibson and Andy Glove, driggly for the caddy lovers, and never the nut-huggin' punk motherfuckers, so quit spreading them rumors, cause we ain't Club Nouveau, no damn, yeah, yeah. Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta