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Project Pat - We Can Get Gangsta lyrics
Project Pat (talkin)] Hello, hello, hello? [Boogelou (talkin)] Pat, whats up man, whats up? [Project Pat (talkin)] Boogelou, whats up man? Man yea man, a nigga done messed me off down here dawg. I got caught for a weak azz pistol charge. Man dese folkz gon try and make a nigga do a whole mutha fuckin calendar dawg. I need ya to send me sumthin. [Boogelou (talkin)] I gotcha, what happened? [Project Pat (talkin)] Man, I was messin off wit my nigga, man dis shit fucked up! [Project Pat] I gotta call from my dawg, Gangsta Fred jus da other day Met some nigga from da other way, wanna purchase llao (weed) Said dey wanna get good shit for da low-low Fred grew-up wit dis nigga by da bayou Could be da po-po, dats da way my mind think Thought about da shit for a minute, den I took a drank Thinkin of a coma, knowin I aint gonna fall Call up my cousin, Poncho, let em rob, assault Den he ball off, wit da goods to a ron-de-vou, spot Handed Fred back his dope, den we split da loot Rudy-Poo's, always gettin, got, sumthin serious Infactuated wit da game, very curious Dat'll kill da cat, cause da game ain't to be told Quit smokin crack, my nigg-a, it's to be sold Gettin old, never worries me, I don't giva fuck ?? stayed on mind, call dat nigga up. [Chorus - 2X] If you hoes wanna go dere We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta. (Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...) In da streets, we don't play fair We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta. (Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...) [Project Pat] We can set dis shit up, for a, secluded area Tell em bring himself, and da duffle-bag carrier Met him 4am, hit Creek Hill, at a Exxon In a hot car, tech-9 and a rouger gun Another nigga came, wit da nigga, dey got out of 'Lac (Caddilac) Fred slammed da door, crossed da trunk, "Where da cheese at?" Nigga took a sniff, and he seen dat da shit was straight Said dat da loot was in his trunk, now I'm thinkin, "Wait." "What's goin on?", partner took da dope off da trunk Raisin up my tech, nigga in da trunk, raised da pump Bullets popped off, Fred caught one, in da chest Lucky for my nigg', he was wearin bullet proof vest Shootin tech, but I coulda died, cause it jammed up Pump at my dome, dat's when Poncho feet had slammed up Shot da .45, blowin both niggaz azz off Think we got em down, wit da cheese and da sawed-off. [Chorus - 2X] If you hoes wanna go dere We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta. (Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...) In da streets, we don't play fair We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta. (Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...) [Project Pat] Two weeks later, still knowin bout da fuckery Move dat a nigga pulled, spot a police watchin me Watchin me, cause I fit description of a suspect Pullin me, over, now he askin where my license at "Officer, I done left my wallet at da house, sir." Still took me Down-town, cause da police don't care Down in lower-level, man a simple situation Turned into, a 72-hour investigation Ima ex-con, so I don't need a walk through To dis jail shit, wonderin, "Who did dey talk to?" Could've been my dawg, not my nigg', dat's a hell naw Dey done found my tech, but I ain't got shit to tell ya'll Feelin kinda sick, cause dey finna send me up da river Couldn't be a snitch, cause I can't tell on my nigga Tech, didn't match da gun, Woons(police) bout to let me go Stuck wit da gun charge, violated my parole. [Chorus - 2X] If you hoes wanna go dere We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta. (Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...) In da streets, we don't play fair We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta. (Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...) (Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can.. |
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