We Can Get Gangsta

作词 : J. Houston/P. Beauregard

作曲 : J. Houston/P. Beauregard

Hello

Hello

Hello

Pat what's up man

What's up

Boogelou

What's up man

Man yea man

A n**ga done messed me off down here dawg

Oh man

I got caught for a weak azz pistol charge

Man dese folkz

Gon try and make a n**ga do

A whole mutha f**king calendar dawg

I need ya to send me sumthin

I gotcha what happened

Man I was messin off wit my n**ga man

Man sh*t was f**k up

I gotta call from my dawg

Gangsta fred just da other day

Met some n**ga from da other way

Wanna purchase jad

Said dey wanna get good sh*t for da low low

Fred grew up wit dis n**ga by da bayou

Could be da po po

Dats da way my mind think

Thought about da sh*t for a minute

Den I took a drank

Thinking of a coma

Knowing I ain't 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 d**e

Den we split da loot

Rudy poos always gettin

Got

Some serious

Infactuated wit the game

Very curious

Datll kill da cat

'Cause da game ain't to be told

Quit smokin crack

My n**ga

It's to be sold

Gettin old never worries me

I don't giva f**k

N**ga po

Stayed on my mind

Call dat n**ga up

If you hoes wanna go dere

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

In the streets

We don't play fair

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

I can hoes wanna go dere

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

In the streets

We don't play fair

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

I can set dis sh*t up for a

Secluded area

Tell 'em bring himself

And da duffle bag carrier

Met him ４ am

Hicory hill

At a exxon

In a hot car

Tech ９ and a rouger gun

Another n**ga came

Wit da n**ga

Dey got out of lac

Fred slammed da door

Crossed da trunk

Where da cheese at

N**ga took a sniff

And he seen dat da sh*t was straight

Said dat da loot was in his trunk

Now I'm thinkin

Wait

What's going on

Partner took da d**e off da trunk

Raising up my tech

N**ga 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

Dats when poncho feet had slammed up

Shot da ４５

Blowin both n**gaz azz off

Think we got 'em down

Wit da cheese and da sawed off

If you hoes wanna go dere

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

In da streets

We don't play fair

Boom wit da trigga

I can

Boom wit da trigga

I can

Two weeks later

Still knowing 'bout da F**kery

Move dat a n**ga pulled

Spot a police watchin me

Watching 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 ７ ２ hour investigation

Ima ex con

So I don't need a walk through

To dis jail sh*t wondering

Who did dey talk to

Could've been my dawg

Not my nigg

Dats a hell naw

Dey done found my tech

But I ain't got sh*t to tell yall

Feeling kinda sick

'Cause dey finna send me up da river

Couldn't be a snitch

'Cause I can't tell on my n**ga

Tech didn't match da gun

Woons 'bout to let me go

Stuck wit da gun charge

Violated my parole

If you hoes wanna go dere

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

In da streets

We don't play fair

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

I can hoes wanna go dere

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

We can get gangsta

In da streets

We don't play fair

We can get gangsta

Boom wit da trigga

I can