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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gangsta Boo
Gangsta Boo
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer

Lyrics

Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me (blow, blow)
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me (blow, blow)
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
(Used a)
Runnin' to the beats, that pushed you off 'cause we like greedy
When I'm shootin' pool, I blast - 'cause I'm feisty
Lord and here comes the two to the three and four
Five, six after seven
Fucked up, snorted out, drunk and them I'm blown
But when we tear the club up, you best believe you won't come out that hoe
Cool, when you hit the ones is gone (bitch), on the blow
But mind you, you best die then fuck with my cocked three-time
****, ****, it's the tear da club up thugs with the Gangsta Boo (tear it up)
From Three 6 Mafia (tear it up)
Mafia, now what you wanna do?
Crash the party, wet 'em up (tear it up)
Lucky Luchi set 'em up
Put your goods in the bag (tear it up)
A heavy boys get 'em up
Fools all up in my face (tear it up)
On some 'bout to take my place
Or be in my shoes (tear it up)
Or find out it ain't that safe
Up in the club (tear it up), we clean house like a renovator
Bust two times in his mouth (tear it up)
My Glock can't see you later
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me (blow, blow)
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
It's that **** from the north
Smokin' on a short Newport
If you wanna get high with me
Roll a blunt and light the torch (****)
Strap it on my waist
Three-five-seven, **** play
For you robbers who wanna rob and you haters out to hate
Wave your guns up in the air and cock 'em back if it's a must
If you don't give a fuck, pull the trigger and let it bust (fool)
It's the tear da club up thugs
Buckin', blastin' in your club
Never ever showin' love
Just pullin' guns and poppin' slugs
(What? What?)
It's a two game table
Okay, ya heard it from Fatal
But I'm not robbin' your cradle
I'm gettin' closer to be your neighbor (uh, uh, uh)
Available to any motherfucker who cross my path
A wrath full of bloodbath
Take it with questions last (huh)
I leave you wet
****, in a split second (blow, blow)
Waitin' for the next to run up with my bullet to vest in
Be on my chest, the Smith and Wesson got you **** just guessin'
Will she leave a bloody mess with the family upsettin' (uh)
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me (blow, blow)
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me (blow)
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
The fuckin' message that I'm stressin' is I don't fuck around
'Cause on my side of town **** beat the fuck outta clowns
Don't say no more
Open wide Roy, Leo's a lion
Got you cryin' 'cause excitement over shit that I'm writin'
I'm quick to take a bitch, ****
Take the **** bitch
Act scared, you done heard about the lady from the six
What you do know won't hurt you in the long run
What you do know that I keep 'em risin' like the sun, ask Crunchy Blac
I'm a **** know that's with me
How this lady got you bitches faded, oh so easily?
What you tryin' to be?
A little naughty **** that you not
Tryin' to get popped with the Glock that I keep in stock
I can't be playin' with bitches
They can't be playin' with me
'Cause I don't play with all the motherfuckers kids, you see
I try too hard to be, the pimpin' lady that I am
Pam Porter reporting you player haters
With a plan of gettin' ya
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me (blow, blow)
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
(Blow, blow, blow)
Written by: Jordan Houston, L. Mitchell, P. Beauregard, Paul Duane Beauregard, R. Dunigan
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