Gangsta (Put Me Down)-Geto Boys

作词 : Dean, James, Jordan, Willie D 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 i'm 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 To know that you ain't done sh*t But still you got them haters in your business I'm paraniod she's 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 f**k you stopping me for? And she said [chorus] Gangsta ow Put me down, now Gang-sata put me down Now, ow [scarface] So i gave her my cellular number and told her call me up Beating on my dashboard hot than a f**k Cause i done chunked a half a square thinkin 5-0 jocking trying to jam me up I continue on my mission to my grandma''s house Hollering at my homeboy who just got out What's up let's 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 that's the sh*t. Getting geared when this woman appeared up out the blue Telling me she like what i do And the hoe was like [chorus] [willie-d] Willie d's rollin on these In a drop top a-z-u-r-e With the knock, knock banging listening To a song my ni**a face singing Eardurms just a ringing, my homey brining A couple of honies to the hideaway We gone f**k these hoes and straight ride away Gotta pack confirmed tickets get some sleep We rolling to the baby johnson fight a 100 *s deep Ain't bringing sand to beach I got my eyes on some freak a** broads And menage-a-trois Never kiss and tell i keeps em horney as hell And take my dick inside that p**sy put it under a spell Got more mail than the post office let me remind you Don't 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 [chorus x3]