We Can Get Gangsta

Hello, hello, hello?

Pat, whats up man, whats up?

Boogelou, whats up man?

Man yeah man, a **** done messed me off down here dawg

And I got caught for a weak ass pistol charge. Man these folks

Gon' try and mane, make a

**** do a whole mutha fuckin' calendar dog

I need ya to send me sumthin'

I gotcha, what happened ****?

Man, I was messin' off wit my ****, man this shit fucked up

I gotta call from my dawg, Gangsta Fred just the other day

Met some **** from the other way, wanna purchase yay

Say they wanna get good shit for the low-low

Fred grew-up with this **** by da bayou

Could be da po-po, that's the way my mind think

Thought about the shit for a

Minute, then I took a drank

Thinkin' of a come up, knowin I ain't gonna fall

Called up my cousin, Poncho, let 'em rob, assault

Then he ball off, wit the goods to a rendez-vous spot

Handed Fred back his dope, then we split the loot

Rudy-Poo's, always gettin' got, sumthin' serious

Infatuated wit the game, very curious

That'll kill da cat, 'cause the game ain't to be told

Quit smokin' crack, my ****, it's to be sold

Gettin' old, never worries me, I don't give a fuck

Let them po's stay on my mind, call that **** up

If you hoes wanna go there

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

If you hoes wanna go there

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

We can set this shit up, for a, secluded area

Tell 'em bring himself, and the duffle-bag carrier

Met him 4am, hit Creek Hill, at a Exxon

In a hot car, tech-9 and a rouger gun

'Nother **** came, with the ****, dey got out a 'Lac

Fred slammed da door, crossed his trunk, "Where da cheese at?"

**** took a sniff, and he seen that the shit was straight

Said that the loot was in his trunk, now I'm thinkin', "Wait"

"What's goin on?", partner took the dope off the trunk

Raisin' up my tech, **** in thetrunk, raised the pump

Bullets popped off, Fred caught one, in the 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, that's when Poncho beater slammed up

Shot the .45, blowin' both **** ass off

Think we got 'em down, with the cheese and the sawed-off

If you hoes wanna go there

We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta

In the streets, we don't play fair

Two weeks later, still knowin' 'bout the fuckery

Moved at a **** pulled spot or police watchin' me

Watchin' 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 the house, sir"

Still took me Downtown, 'cause the police don't care

Down in lower-level, man a simple situation

Turned into, a 72-hour investigation

I'ma ex-con, so I don't need a walk through

To this jail shit, wonderin', "Who did they talk to?"

Couldn't have been my dawgs, not my niggs', thatat's a hell no

They done found my tech, but I ain't got shit to tell ya'll

Feelin' kinda sick, 'cause they finna send me up the river

Couldn't be a snitch, 'cause I can't tell on my ****

Tech, didn't match the gun, Woons 'bout to let me go

Stuck wit the gun

Charge, violated my parole

If you hoes wanna go there

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

If you hoes wanna go there

We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta

In the streets, we don't play fair

We can get gangsta