Wit other folks kids We rob We steal We gaffle We bid We pimp These bitches We put em On charge We smoke That skunk We roll We mob We business We Bentley
and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray Every day, everyday, everyday, everyday And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray Still we
', yeah We heard em' let us see them nuts And then if he really jump More power to you But no matter how it go, nigga We still gon' be bringin' it thug
there are going to hate you But what can you say, boo? You all in they way, boo Brazilian wax and a facial, that?s a busy day, boo I mean me Taye hank
how you doin' so Jasmine say, "Fine" I was laughin' but there was more in store I saw her get up and start walkin' towards the front door I rolls too
the airplane Thinkin to myself about a street gang How a black man'll do you in a minute Walk around the corner see some shit and get in it How the police
Go down, infra red on your monkey ass Gangsta Boo be wit it, what the fuck you tryin' to do? Your Power Ranger crew scared of us We thought we told you, we
story Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo chicken I knew, her man named Taboo Friend named Gina, we used to call her Buckwheater Always come around and just roll reefer We
than cops kill Niggas still front and step to you, falsley accused that they just shot and you can still be the judge boo I die for my 354 niggas,
m so gangsta that, just knowin' myself makes me affiliated What chu think honey hold 'em hammers for? So she can spend 10 cent at Jill Sander store? We
on the real side of things My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing Everything is real not just a song that we
tree Was it me, ICP Yes, I sing in a rock and roll band "Yeah, dude, what's up man" Boo, had to scare ya Rip and tear ya 'cuz how dare ya? Come to bario
We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up We know y'all sittin' on 20's We know y'all reppin' your hood But how many y'all kill Bounce that ass,
the block with the system bumpin' All the fly ladies start jockin' Got the rims on the Benzo glossin' While stopped on the road, we flossin' That's the way that we
diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk I
in check When I got my hands around your neck Squeezin' (geah) tighter than you can imagine Coughin' up blood as your ass keep gaggin' (c'mon) Boo-yah! how
Gangsta Boo, fuckin' they nose like this That's how we fuckin' they nose up, dig it nigga Yeah, paper chase nigga, paper route (Paper route) You undersmell me? We
