Gangsta Put Me Down Lyrics

Gangsta Put Me Down lyrics

Scarface]  

  

 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 shit  

 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 fuck 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 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 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 shit.  

 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 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  

 ain't 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  

 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