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letra de wcgg - dvrst

[intro: project pat & boogelou]
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo?
pat, what’s up mane, whats up?
boogelou, whats up mane?
mane yea mane, a n-gga done messed me off down here dawg
i got caught for a weak azz pistol charge. mane dese folkz
gon try mane make a n-gga do a whole m-th- f-ckin calendar
dawg
i need ya to send me sumthin’
i gotcha, what happened?
mane, i was messin’ off wit my n-gga mane, mane dis sh-t f-cked up

[verse 1: project pat]
i gotta call from my dawg gangsta fred just the other day
met some n-gga from the other way, wanna purchase yay
said they wanna gеt good sh-t for the low-low
fred grew up with this n-gga by thе bayou
could be the po-po, that’s the way my mind think
thought about the sh-t for a minute, then i took a drank
thinkin’ of a come up, knowin’ i ain’t gonna fall
call up my cousin, poncho, let ’em rob us all

[hook]
if you hoes wanna go there
we can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, i can…)
in the streets, we don’t play fair
we can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, i can…)
if you hoes wanna go there
we can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, i can…)
in the streets, we don’t play fair
we can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, i can…)
[verse 2: project pat]
i’m gon’ set dis sh-t up for a secluded area
tell him bring himself and a duffle bag carrier
met him 4 am, hickory hill, at a exxon
in a hot car, tec-9 and a ruger gun
another n-gga came, with the n-gga, they got out of ‘lac
fred slammed da dope across da trunk, “where the cheese at?”
n-gga took a sniff, and he seen that the sh-t was straight
said that the loot was in his trunk, now i’m thinkin’, “wait.”
“what’s goin’ on?”, partner took da dope off the trunk
raisin’ up my tec, n-gga in the trunk raised a pump
bullets popped off, fred caught one in the chest
lucky for my n-gg’, he was wearin’ bulletproof vest
shootin’ tec, but i coulda died, ’cause it jammed up
pump at my dome, that’s when poncho v done slammed up
shot da .45, blowin’ both n-ggas ass off
think we got ’em down wit’ da cheese and da sawed-off

[hook]
if you hoes wanna go dere
we can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, i can…)
in da streets, we don’t play fair
we can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, i can…)
if you hoes wanna go there
we can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, i can…)
in the streets, we don’t play fair
we can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, i can…)

- dvrst

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