Gangsta put Me Down Lyrics by Geto Boys

Gangsta put Me Down Lyrics

    [scarface]

    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]

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