Return of the "G"

It's the return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that's on that blow
That run up in yo' crib which contains
Your lady and an 8 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 downReturn of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that thank you 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 downReturn of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas who got them kids
Who 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 so they end up being like yo' sorry ass
Robbin' niggas in broad ass daylight get downReturn of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that 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 goin' wake up?
Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you
You get down!