โหลดเพลง mp3 Gumbo (feat. Jt the Bigga Figga, Dangerous Dame & Da' Unda Dogg) - Mac Dre

Gumbo - Mac Dre/JT The Bigga Figga/Dangerous Dame/Da' Unda Dogg
Written by：Edgardo Miranda/Jose L. Castillo
What's up boy

What's happening playa just sitting here you know
Putting together some of that ghetto gumbo you know

Some motherf**king gumbo

Yeah n**ga gum in the motherf**k bo

Like that there
Yeah I got my n**gas in here we finna put it down
You know what I'm saying real real special
You know check it out like this here
As I get to bustin'
This introduction
Of mind corruption
And rhyme seduction
I steal and fill brains
With game and mo' thangs
Like them d**e thangs
And what that h*e 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 ain't no telling what a b**ch 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 rompin' grounds
I mean stompin' grounds
But I like the way rompin' sounds
So I'ma keep it
Romp related
And if it ain't down with the romp I hate it
Well let me jump into the pot with all the hustlers and players
Chop potatoes with Phillie Faders knocking n**gas with Tre eights
But now I
See my n**gas at the spot with the session
Illegal product
Then people plotted rotted with no confessions
Smith and Wessons
Demonstrations with fully autos actin'
Conversations at the lab to keep the trackers trackin'
Double backin' 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
It'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 sh*t get saramani
Hella fetti
We ready steady with all the bumbles
Keeping it real with dangerous dame and mac mall in this f**king gumbo

Straight paper

Straight fetti

Straight gumbo

N**gas we pull

N**gas will say so
We hit the strip from San Jose to Vallejo
Make more scrilla by the mouth piece
Non talking n**gas don't know sh*t about me
Ignore 'em like b**ches
Respect
There ain't a hand out
Like a sore thumb fake n**gas always stand out
Player hater prayer
Praying that I buckle everyday
Ain't worth five cents or my knuckles to the face
But my burners ain't feeling no flesh
If you n**gas want to test
Let it jump and we could put the sh*t 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
'Cause love loves me
And hate loves me
So what the f**k you think
You can't f**k with me
You paying d**e fiends to put 'em to work
But now your money's gettin' low
While I be getting low with this wicked flow
You got at me last night
But I wasn't asking who was bustin' the trigger
I'm blowing big bomb smoke yelling nothin' a** n**ga
My pimping ain't soft
I'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 they're spider webs
I broke on you h*es
I know what you're doing before you do it
Got an outside plan but in the end you're looking stupid
Huh yeah
'Cause dangerous dame got 'em riding on the freeway
Actions speak louder
I don't f**k with he say she say
Think you got game
Never could you have it
You n**gas are crying wolf while I'll be f**king Jessica rabbit
Straight trading places
But fool this ain't no dream
You was happy as hell when you had me under your infra red beam
Once again get low for the east oh
Add a little recipe to the gumbo

Add me

Mix me up
Stir me in the pot with these n**gas that fix me up
See back in 91 coolio was the sh*t
So now we cooking a batch of gumbo and it ain't gonna quit
My n**ga the bigga figga adding that spice so fool it's saucy
You b**ches thinking you'll eat for free well this sh*t is costly
So back up off me
And recognize the sound is poppin'
Because we steadily droppin' d**e like the keys you coppin'
Mother f**kers they get to actin' foul
When they know they can't f**k with the style
Smile punk mother f**ker sucka hating bustas
Ain'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 a** gets heated in this pot of gumbo