uhhhh i kno u say u luv me girrrl i kno u say u luv me girrrl problem is u prolly tell et shit to everybody so we hear u talkin boo but we jus dont
Chorus] Uh, uh ahhhh, I know you say you love me girrrrrrrrl, I know you say you love me girrrrrrrrl, Problem is you prol tell that sh-t to everybody, So we hear you talking boo
you exile protect our styles up in the generation x files lets prowl thru hoes drawls I told yall im makin rouge dogs shh boo ya sha boo ya roll call
can let your mind cruise for miles They can't tell a sucker who's allowed, with a strap on the mic I'm thinkin' how can I move the crowd, move the crowd
static then pass me the strap Gonna ride 'til my ride All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi Let's get buck up in the club And all my soldiers, fall out, gangstas
One day niggaz gon learn How hoes really work Lil silly jerk Done got ya feelings hurt Now was it worth All that agony agony Gettin mad at me About ya boo
, bannana boat, milkshake, ice-cream niggas I dont like these niggas, nope I pop shots hot glocks shoot through vans too Oh boo bop blew ban boo move
' we startin' a group Yeah I gave it a try but I was in it to win it Them niggas started somethin' they could not finish Now I got to move on so I signed
I looked to my right and lil' hurt was about to strap I rocked upon the mic I made the whole crowd clap Tec-9 was in the back with boo-koo bitches on
, we done hooked up with Eastside Boyz Bringin' noise Makin' moves like the fuckin' U-Haul boys Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up with you nigga Gangsta Boo
hoes I smoke weed, make you bleed and it's time to go And I walk with the league that's what gangstas do And say where them dollars at? like gansta boo
The gravel pit, word up, represent, rocket boulders All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now, boo
'mon, now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Keep it movin c'mon, now where the party at? Move it! Move it! Now where the party
nan Don't move 'cause I'm a representative Live for the street, ask, you die in the war 'Member that blast that three atcha, hide in the wall We gangsta
pager's talkin' to me sayin' "shit the battery's low in this son of a bitch" yeah 15's pound like this 15's screamin' out bitch 15's bumpin' gangsta
pounds and chickens stuffed and coffee grounds in visions nigga chorus: x2 it dont get no gangsta than this f**kin with them gangstas i guarantee sh*t goin get real gangsta
this year and, one didn't make it Proof, you are the truth Please don't let us come face to face with these boo-boo-hoo Fake-ass tattooed havin Fif' please
he lookin' for the bud Me lord infamous I'm lookin' for the bud The fuckin' juice manne he lookin' for the bud My nigga named Koop he lookin' for the bud Gangsta boo