[Chorus:] R.I.P. to my niggas that's dead and gone Standin here blowed I dedicate this song R.I.P. to my niggas that's dead and gone Standin here blowed
all muthafuckin day We gotta have Bose There's no date this ain't LA It ain't nuthin but a nigga like the E And yea G it's nuthin but the south in me [
wanna know about some gangsta shit Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps [Big Boi] O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean Back with
really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps O U T K A S T, O N P, G double O D I E, so fresh so clean Back
, had a few laughs State to state, ocean to ocean Bustin' my nuts, while the bus keep coastin' (The king of 40 ounce swing, makin' money with my ding-a-ling) (The bitch's
to the G We funk 'cuz G Funk blows my mind (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk) We funk 'cuz G Funk blows my mind (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk) Now
little bombudd, had a few laughs State to state, ocean to ocean Bustin my nuts, while the bus keep coastin (The king of 40 ounce swing, makin money with my ding-a-ling) (The bitch's
S.U.C., yeah we started history Here's 60 bars, from your boy E.S.G [E.S.G.] My ambitions as a rider, Screwed Up Click Southsiders Somebody get some pliers, a bullet's
[talking] Hey Hump, how much you paid E.S.G. To get on the H.S.E. album mayn (I gave that nigga three full cookies, told him Get his ass away come back
know about some gangsta shit Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps [Big Boi] O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean Back with Stankona
J-Woo, let him hit me with a candy pearl Tipping on them thangs, with the buckles on the trunk Pumping old school E.S.G., Ocean of Funk I'm swanging and
the G [Chorus] We funk, cuz G-Funk blows my mind (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk) We funk, cuz G-Funk blows my mind (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk
can If you's a G nigga, then I'm at least a hunded grand Damn- That's a whole lot missin' and what's this 'bout a competiton wit' all this bullshit you
history Here's 60 bars, from your boy E.S.G [E.S.G.] My ambitions as a rider, Screwed Up Click Southsiders Somebody get some pliers, a bullet's stuck inside ya That's
I'm way mo' than grinding So yeah, now you bitch niggaz know What E.S.G. stand fo', that's my motherfucking intro nigga [talking:] Know I'm saying, E.S.G