Featuring da unda dogg dangerous dame jt the bigga figga
[da unda dogg]
Whassup boy?
[mac dre]
Whatand's happening playa just sitting here you know
Putting together some of that ghetto gumbo you know
[da unda dogg]
Some motherfucking gumbo?
[mac dre]
Yeah nigga gum in the mother fuck bo
[da unda dogg]
Like that there?
[mac dre]
Yeah i got my niggas in here we finna put it down
You know what iand'm saying, real, real special
You know? check it out, like this here
Verse1(mac dre)
As i get to bustinand'
This introduction
Of mind corruption
And rhyme seduction
I steal and fill brains
With game and moand' thangs
Like them dope thangs
And what that hoe brang
Creep on crest streets
Speak on fresh beats
Hit the motel, and freak on fresh sheets
And wet sheets, is the end result
Been killing long cock since ten years old
See i blend this old-game with this new
And ainand't no telling what a bitch will do
Now picture you
In my position
Steady getting sweated by the opposition
Could you handle
All this scandal
And keep on stepping like boots and sandals
My handle, is young mac dre
Silky slim, is my a.k.a
And you know that bay is my rompinand' grounds
I mean stompinand' grounds
But i like the way rompinand' sounds
So iand'ma keep it
Romp related
And if it ainand't down with the romp, i hate it
Verse2(jt the bigga figga)
Well let me jump into the pot with all the hustlers and players
Chop potatoes with phillie faders,knocking niggas with tre eights
But now i
See my niggas at the spot with the session
Illegal product
Then people plotted, rotted with no confessions
Smith and wessons
Demonstrations with fully autos, actinand'
Conversations at the lab to keep the trackers trackinand'
Double backinand' to the spot where all the money filter
Keep it on the down low
You never tell about your scrilla
On the reala
I breaks it down in all directions
Itand's the fillmoe players with the o
And the crest connection
All in the session with my folks, you know they got the dolo
Hit the gateway tracks, like some fiends in a forward volvo
Bought a bolo
Seen kelly, mashed off, and then we hollered
Trailing coolio and mac dre in a green impala
Getting cloudy
The laboratorys just like a porny
Got a patient
Cousin quinn is making the shit get saramani
Hella fetti
We ready, steady, with all the bumbles
Keeping it real with dangerous dame and mac mall in this fucking gumbo
Straight paper
Straight fetti
Straight gumbo
Verse3(dangerous dame)
Niggas we pull
Niggas will say so
We hit the strip from san jose, to vallejo
Make more scrilla by the mouth piece
Non-talking niggas donand't know shit about me
Ignore and'em like bitches
Respect
There ainand't a hand out
Like a sore thumb, fake niggas always stand out
Player hater prayer
Praying that i buckle everyday
Ainand't worth five cents, or my knuckles to the face
But my burners ainand't feeling no flesh
If you niggas wanna test
Let it jump and we could put the shit to rest
You thinking deeply
But i be on service like a shark
Consider me that hate, but see i serve you from the heart
and'cause love loves me
And hate loves me
So what the fuck you think?
You canand't fuck with me
You paying dopefiends, to put and'em to work
But now your moneyand's gettinand' low
While i be getting low with this wicked flow
You got at me last night
But i wasnand't asking who was bustinand' the trigger
Iand'm blowing big bomb smoke, yelling andquot;nothinand' ass niggaandquot;
My pimping ainand't soft
Iand'm taking no losses
So why the hell do you persist to put me in crosses?
You thought it was shackles, but then they was ropes
And now theyand're spider webs
I broke on you hoes
I know what youand're doing before you do it
Got an outside plan, but in the end youand're looking stupid
Huh, yeah
and'cause dangerous dame got and'em riding on the freeway
Actions speak louder
I donand't fuck with he say-she say
Think you got game?
Never could you have it
You niggas are crying wolf, while iand'll be fucking jessica rabbit
Straight trading places
But fool this ainand't no dream
You was happy as hell when you had me under your infra red beam
Once again, get low for the east o
Add a little recipe to the gumbo
Verse4(da unda dogg)
Add me
Mix me up
Stir me in the pot with these niggas that fix me up
See, back in and'91, coolio was the shit
So now we cooking a batch of gumbo and it ainand't gonna quit
My nigga the bigga figga, adding that spice so fool itand's saucy
You bitches thinking youand'll eat for free, well this shit is costly
So back up off me
And recognize the sound is poppinand'
Beause we steadily droppinand' dope, like the keys you coppinand'
Mother fuckers, they get to actin foul
When they know they canand't fuck with the style
Smile punk mother fucker, sucka, hating bustas
Ainand't no friends when it comes to ends, so you can not trust us
But trust me
You can not dust me, or try and bust me, dumbo
Your ass gets heated in this pot of gumbo
