Return of the “G” lyrics

[Produced by Organized Noize]

[Intro: André 3000]
Yeah, yeah... it goes like this right here
Like, uh... n*ggas always be hollering "peace"
You know what I'm saying, "Peace, my brother"
"Peace" this, "peace" that, you know what I'm saying, but
Every time I, I, uh, try to get a peace of mind
n*ggas try to get a piece of mine
So I gotta grab my piece

[Verse 1: André 3000]
It's the return of the gangster, thanks ta'
Them n*ggas 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 bouncing and shooting and killing and bouncing and sh*t – get down
Return of the gangsta, thanks ta'
Them n*ggas that think y'all soft and say y'all be gospel rappin'
But they be steady clappin' when you talk about
b*tches, 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 n*ggas 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 being like yo' sorry ass
Robbin' n*ggas in broad-ass daylight – get down
Return of the gangsta, thanks ta'
Them n*ggas 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?
n*gga, I'm feelin' better than ever, what's wrong with you? You!
Get down
[Chorus: Lil' Will, (Khujo Goodie)]
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–turn, it's the return–turn)
Ooh (It's the return, it's the return–turn–turn)

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Man, a n*gga 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
Standing my ground, never back down
Willin' to rob, steal, and kill
Any thang that threatens mine
But good luck couldn't be bought, see
Many a fights had to be fought, G
For a n*gga to ride these Vogues oh-so-close to the sidewalk, to be gawked at
Watch your side, my n*gga, 'cause we got gats
The first n*gga to buck–is gon' be the first n*gga 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 everything we have and gon' stick up for
Each other, like we brothers from another mother
Kind of like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover
Strictly for the Caddy lovers
And never the nut-huggin' punk motherf*ckers (Yeah)
So quit spreading them rumors
We ain't Club Nouveau (Know that)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Lil' Will, (Khujo Goodie)]
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–turn, 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–turn, it's the return–turn)
Ooh (It's the return, it's the return–turn–turn)

[Skit]