Keep It Gangsta (feat. El Boodah, Azis, ShaMegaa & Sol. C)

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The Boodah

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See I'm cruisin' the corner, sellin' my marijuana
This hooker at the quickie shop asked if I could front her
Uh-uh, bitch, you know that's not how I do it
If you want some for free, come put your head into it

She drank my cum, and after she was done
I dipped out on the bitch, took my stash and didn't leave her none
That silly slut was fuckin' fiendin'
Thinkin' she could get up on my crip, she fuckin' dreamin

It's no contest, I got the bomb stress
Y'all hit a bit of that crip, your whole shit will congest
I'll have you gaspin' and wheezin' for air
Now it's time to get to work, cause the season is here

We know what you be likin'
That's why we keep it gangsta
Weed smokin' while we drivin'
That's how we chase that paper
We posted, servin', grindin'
Got all the shit you buyin
When B-A-M, supplying
We be movin' it out, moving it out

Make way, my nigga, B-A, my nigga
To the M That's me from the N-Y-C
Yes, he's exceptionally nice in the field
And he's after the cat with the ice in his grill

I'm payin' the price for the deal,
Waitin' my life for the mill
He's sayin' he's nice, who did he kill?
Ain't it right for you to be ill

Stay in the light, you better stay close to me
Cause it's known that I blow up explosively
She said to me, all she ever wanted was weed
So I pulled out a bag of that skunk indeed

She sunk in these, life of the luxury
And she really gon' f*ck for free, bitch, don't front for me

We know what you be likin'
That's why we keep it gangsta
Weed smokin' while we drivin'
That's how we chase that paper
We posted, servin', grindin'
Got all the shit you buyin
When B-A-M, supplying
We be movin' it out, moving it out

Ayo, you can't ID a pedigree like me
I be rollin' phantoms, makin' my money tax-free
No college degree with all that you see
The knowledge that B makes all the G's for me and my peeps

It's the grimy streets filled up with slimy thieves
That got me rollin' with an ace up my sleeve
Royal flush in the cut as I bob and weave
We put it up, smoke a dutch, and inhale that weed

Yo get off, me bitch, I got some dough to retrieve quick
Can't you see my palm itchin'? I gots to scratch it
Patch it through to my crew, I'm out for revenue
Niggas is actin' up, meet me at the rendezvous

We know what you be likin'
That's why we keep it gangsta
Weed smokin' while we drivin'
That's how we chase that paper
We posted, servin', grindin'
Got all the shit you buyin
When B-A-M, supplying
We be movin' it out, moving it out

You don't make no cash from serving grass
You sit on your ass and smoke till it's cash
That's what potheads supposed to do
Throw me five, I'll throw you the fire

Cause I'm hostin' you, what you askin'?
My chronic's blastin
They'll have you choke like you're getting strangle by assassins
Cut the laughin', we ain't actin

We move enough of this dro to bring this cash in
By any means, I'ma make my cream
Even if I gotta sell some green to some fiends
To reach my dream, I'ma do it by any means

Till my cash flows like streams, you know what I mean

We know what you be likin'
That's why we keep it gangsta
Weed smokin' while we drivin'
That's how we chase that paper
We posted, servin', grindin'
Got all the shit you buyin
When B-A-M, supplying
We be movin' it out, moving it out

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