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Gangsta Boo - Where Dem Dollas At lyrics
featuring DJ Paul and Juicy 'J' "I'm chillin heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo" > from 'Tear Da Club Up' (repeat 2X) Chorus x2 Where da dollas at Nigga where da dollas at "I'm chillin heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo" Where da dollas at Nigga where da dollas at (Gangsta Boo) Now let me kick a little somethin' About this lady named Boo Haven't you heard of the things Miss Boo is capable to do Get your mind twisted like some dress Under Jamaicans head Vicky lingere Candles (??) on the bed Blazing hella weed Concentrating on what's next, be next Bet you by the dolar Make you holler, where them Benji's at Comin' out your pocket Don't be stoppin' What can happen baby How many niggas get the chance to be in the mist up lady (never) Not be goin' Cause my game is just to big for that Gangsta Boo be watchin' All the Prophet niggas got my back What you see in me Nigga roll is what I meant to be Sippin' on Henn and Grinn And then your face Tryin' to get your cheese Why you be's Sayin' I'm drownin' you out But still pagin' me Never answer the phone Cause you name be on my caller ID I guess you can say I'm kinda crazy in my own ways Fuck bein' broke on days Ladies gots to get paid Chorus x4 Get me amazed at how these bitches Havin' babies by niggas With no pot to piss in Or no mone to give her What the fuck Why you hoes wanna live that way I be sceemin' for some chedder Every god damn day Not to be the fuckin' one Lookin' sad and broke No nigga to fuck with No weed to smoke Hard times got me whinin' Conversation and kickin' it Hooked up with a little Chris Now I'm back on my pimpin' Thinkin' up a fuckin' plan How to get you man Damn I hope you understand Money came with the scam We be chillin' in the cities Of New York and L.A. It is all good Get my conflict on Smokin' on hay I had to stay But anyway I feel you hatin' on me You look into my eyes And stop but still you hatin' on me (nevermind) Fuck it, I ain't takin' it personal I'm about my business Well I have to kick it sooner or later So I ain't trippin' Chorus x4 (DJ Paul) I keeps my shit in control Straight dumpin' diamonds and gold Playas all up in my soul While pots arranged in a row Up in the B-I-?-? These hoes been waitin' to see me I hope that bitch got my cheese Can't leave with less than the keyes I'm scopin' out some more talent Needs some new hoes for my palace The more hoes that I just grab They hated on my like melon Soon as I hit the front door They scope the go around my coller I'm have to come upon loot I can't even spare a dollar I got to roll gang style, bitch (Juicy "J") I got a rolex on my wrist trick Can't you hoes get some of this Some niggas want to take my place Some hoes be beggin' ride my dick I be stopped The Juice gon' shine The droopies pokin' in my rhyme I'm living good and feelin' fine I'm high off weed, then liqour and wine Just roll it up, I fold it up These bottle pop, pour it in my cup The niggas who work from 9 to 5 Are on the corner, post it up We still can ball, the Juice and Paul The deals we make, the shots we call Auntropronuers on world wide tour The only thing we save is cheese not brawl Chorus x2 Aw yeah Hypnotized Minds up in here You know the business Gangsta Boo solo tape, ya'll know the scope Featuring the Tear Da Club Up Thugs, wsup, all hot It's on, where the dollers at Where I'm at, on the map |
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