Yeah, yeah it goes like this right here
Like uh, nikkas 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 uh try to get a peace of mind
nikkas 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 nikkas that's on that blow
That run up in your 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 bouncing and shooting
And killing and bouncing and shyt, get down
Return of the gangsta, thanks ta'
Them nikkas that think you soft
And say y'all be gospel rappin'
But they be steady clappin' when you talk about
bytches, 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 nikkas who 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' nikkas in broad ass daylight get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them nikkas 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 gon' wake up?
nikka I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you
You get down!