Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Put Me Down, artist - Geto Boys. Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta Put Me Down |
| They love me They say now pass the ganga to the left hand side |
| Filppin in the range rover blowing past the one times. |
| Hit me with the (whoop whoop) |
| Bubble gum flashing in my rear view |
| Spraying freshener trying to steer too |
| Throwin out my herbs on the passenger side |
| Got the windows rolled down, airing out the ride |
| Got a loaded 45 inside |
| That keep for protection when Im riding by My smith and wesson got a scope too |
| And I may have caught a body on it For those who get just know somebody want it They only? |
| ?? |
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| To know that you aint done shit |
| But still you got them haters in your business |
| Im paraniod shes blowing my high |
| And she knew that I was buzzin from the red in my eye |
| Got my license and my papers, showed me my picture on the source |
| Then what the fuck you stopping me for? |
| And she said |
| Gangsta ow Put me down, now |
| Gang-sata put me down |
| Now, ow So I gave her my cellular number and told her call me up Beating on my dashboard hot than a fuck |
| Cause I done chunked a half a square thinkin 5−0 jocking trying to jam me up |
| I continue on my mission to my grandmas house |
| Hollering at my homeboy who just got out |
| Whats up lets roll |
| Get you some clothes |
| Take you to the club so you can get with some hoes. |
| Lets go Made to the mall hoes thick |
| Listenting to pac saying thats the shit. |
| Getting geared when this woman appeared up out the blue |
| Telling me she like what I do And the hoe was like |
| Willie ds rollin on these |
| In a drop top a-z-u-r-e |
| With the knock, knock banging listening |
| To a song my nigga face singing |
| Eardurms just a ringing, my homey brining |
| A couple of honies to the hideaway |
| We gone fuck these hoes and straight ride away |
| Gotta pack confirmed tickets get some sleep |
| We rolling to the baby johnson fight a 100 niggas deep |
| Aint bringing sand to beach |
| I got my eyes on some freak ass broads |
| And menage-a-trois |
| Never kiss and tell I keeps em horney as hell |
| And take my dick inside that pussy put it under a spell |
| Got more mail than the post office let me remind you |
| Dont stare at my diamonds too hard they might blind you |
| Freaky deaky, fready deaky deaky |
| When you see me rolling past all you got to do is ask |