Gangsta (Put Me Down) Lyrics
| Song | Gangsta (Put Me Down) |
| Artist | Geto Boys |
| Album | Da Good da Bad & da Ugly |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dean, James, Jordan, Willie D | |
| They love me | |
| They say now pass the ganga to the left hand side | |
| Filppin in the range rover blowing past the one times. | |
| Hit me with the (whoop whoop) | |
| Bubble gum flashing in my rear view | |
| Spraying freshener trying to steer too | |
| Throwin out my herbs on the passenger side | |
| Got the windows rolled down, airing out the ride | |
| Got a loaded 45 inside | |
| That keep for protection when i'm riding by | |
| My smith and wesson got a scope too | |
| And i may have caught a body on it | |
| For those who get just know somebody want it | |
| They only ????? | |
| To know that you ain't done shit | |
| But still you got them haters in your business | |
| I'm paraniod she's blowing my high | |
| And she knew that i was buzzin from the red in my eye | |
| Got my license and my papers, showed me my picture on the source | |
| Then what the fuck you stopping me for? | |
| And she said | |
| [chorus] | |
| Gangsta ow | |
| Put me down, now | |
| Gang-sata put me down | |
| Now, ow | |
| [scarface] | |
| So i gave her my cellular number and told her call me up | |
| Beating on my dashboard hot than a fuck | |
| Cause i done chunked a half a square thinkin 5-0 jocking trying to jam me up | |
| I continue on my mission to my grandma''s house | |
| Hollering at my homeboy who just got out | |
| What's up let's roll | |
| Get you some clothes | |
| Take you to the club so you can get with some hoes. | |
| Lets go | |
| Made to the mall hoes thick | |
| Listenting to pac saying that's the shit. | |
| Getting geared when this woman appeared up out the blue | |
| Telling me she like what i do | |
| And the hoe was like | |
| [chorus] | |
| [willie-d] | |
| Willie d's rollin on these | |
| In a drop top a-z-u-r-e | |
| With the knock, knock banging listening | |
| To a song my nigga face singing | |
| Eardurms just a ringing, my homey brining | |
| A couple of honies to the hideaway | |
| We gone fuck these hoes and straight ride away | |
| Gotta pack confirmed tickets get some sleep | |
| We rolling to the baby johnson fight a 100 niggas deep | |
| Ain't bringing sand to beach | |
| I got my eyes on some freak ass broads | |
| And menage-a-trois | |
| Never kiss and tell i keeps em horney as hell | |
| And take my dick inside that pussy put it under a spell | |
| Got more mail than the post office let me remind you | |
| Don't stare at my diamonds too hard they might blind you | |
| Freaky deaky, fready deaky deaky | |
| When you see me rolling past all you got to do is ask | |
| [chorus x3] |
| zuo ci : Dean, James, Jordan, Willie D | |
| They love me | |
| They say now pass the ganga to the left hand side | |
| Filppin in the range rover blowing past the one times. | |
| Hit me with the whoop whoop | |
| Bubble gum flashing in my rear view | |
| Spraying freshener trying to steer too | |
| Throwin out my herbs on the passenger side | |
| Got the windows rolled down, airing out the ride | |
| Got a loaded 45 inside | |
| That keep for protection when i' m riding by | |
| My smith and wesson got a scope too | |
| And i may have caught a body on it | |
| For those who get just know somebody want it | |
| They only ????? | |
| To know that you ain' t done shit | |
| But still you got them haters in your business | |
| I' m paraniod she' s blowing my high | |
| And she knew that i was buzzin from the red in my eye | |
| Got my license and my papers, showed me my picture on the source | |
| Then what the fuck you stopping me for? | |
| And she said | |
| chorus | |
| Gangsta ow | |
| Put me down, now | |
| Gangsata put me down | |
| Now, ow | |
| scarface | |
| So i gave her my cellular number and told her call me up | |
| Beating on my dashboard hot than a fuck | |
| Cause i done chunked a half a square thinkin 50 jocking trying to jam me up | |
| I continue on my mission to my grandma'' s house | |
| Hollering at my homeboy who just got out | |
| What' s up let' s roll | |
| Get you some clothes | |
| Take you to the club so you can get with some hoes. | |
| Lets go | |
| Made to the mall hoes thick | |
| Listenting to pac saying that' s the shit. | |
| Getting geared when this woman appeared up out the blue | |
| Telling me she like what i do | |
| And the hoe was like | |
| chorus | |
| willied | |
| Willie d' s rollin on these | |
| In a drop top azure | |
| With the knock, knock banging listening | |
| To a song my nigga face singing | |
| Eardurms just a ringing, my homey brining | |
| A couple of honies to the hideaway | |
| We gone fuck these hoes and straight ride away | |
| Gotta pack confirmed tickets get some sleep | |
| We rolling to the baby johnson fight a 100 niggas deep | |
| Ain' t bringing sand to beach | |
| I got my eyes on some freak ass broads | |
| And menageatrois | |
| Never kiss and tell i keeps em horney as hell | |
| And take my dick inside that pussy put it under a spell | |
| Got more mail than the post office let me remind you | |
| Don' t stare at my diamonds too hard they might blind you | |
| Freaky deaky, fready deaky deaky | |
| When you see me rolling past all you got to do is ask | |
| chorus x3 |
| zuò cí : Dean, James, Jordan, Willie D | |
| They love me | |
| They say now pass the ganga to the left hand side | |
| Filppin in the range rover blowing past the one times. | |
| Hit me with the whoop whoop | |
| Bubble gum flashing in my rear view | |
| Spraying freshener trying to steer too | |
| Throwin out my herbs on the passenger side | |
| Got the windows rolled down, airing out the ride | |
| Got a loaded 45 inside | |
| That keep for protection when i' m riding by | |
| My smith and wesson got a scope too | |
| And i may have caught a body on it | |
| For those who get just know somebody want it | |
| They only ????? | |
| To know that you ain' t done shit | |
| But still you got them haters in your business | |
| I' m paraniod she' s blowing my high | |
| And she knew that i was buzzin from the red in my eye | |
| Got my license and my papers, showed me my picture on the source | |
| Then what the fuck you stopping me for? | |
| And she said | |
| chorus | |
| Gangsta ow | |
| Put me down, now | |
| Gangsata put me down | |
| Now, ow | |
| scarface | |
| So i gave her my cellular number and told her call me up | |
| Beating on my dashboard hot than a fuck | |
| Cause i done chunked a half a square thinkin 50 jocking trying to jam me up | |
| I continue on my mission to my grandma'' s house | |
| Hollering at my homeboy who just got out | |
| What' s up let' s roll | |
| Get you some clothes | |
| Take you to the club so you can get with some hoes. | |
| Lets go | |
| Made to the mall hoes thick | |
| Listenting to pac saying that' s the shit. | |
| Getting geared when this woman appeared up out the blue | |
| Telling me she like what i do | |
| And the hoe was like | |
| chorus | |
| willied | |
| Willie d' s rollin on these | |
| In a drop top azure | |
| With the knock, knock banging listening | |
| To a song my nigga face singing | |
| Eardurms just a ringing, my homey brining | |
| A couple of honies to the hideaway | |
| We gone fuck these hoes and straight ride away | |
| Gotta pack confirmed tickets get some sleep | |
| We rolling to the baby johnson fight a 100 niggas deep | |
| Ain' t bringing sand to beach | |
| I got my eyes on some freak ass broads | |
| And menageatrois | |
| Never kiss and tell i keeps em horney as hell | |
| And take my dick inside that pussy put it under a spell | |
| Got more mail than the post office let me remind you | |
| Don' t stare at my diamonds too hard they might blind you | |
| Freaky deaky, fready deaky deaky | |
| When you see me rolling past all you got to do is ask | |
| chorus x3 |
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