Gumbo Lyrics

Gumbo lyrics

featuring Da Unda Dogg Dangerous Dame JT the Bigga Figga

[Da Unda
Dogg]
Whassup boy?
[Mac Dre]
What's happening playa just sitting here
you know
putting together some of that ghetto gumbo you know
[Da Unda
Dogg]
Some motherfucking gumbo?
[Mac Dre]
Yeah nigga gum in the mother
fuck bo
[Da Unda Dogg]
Like that there?
[Mac Dre]
Yeah I got my
niggas in here we finna put it down
you know what I'm saying, real, real
special
You know? Check it out, like this here

Verse1(Mac Dre)
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
dope thangs
And what that hoe 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 bitch 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

Verse2(JT the
Bigga Figga)
Well let me jump into the pot with all the hustlers and
players
Chop potatoes with Phillie faders,Knocking niggas with Tre
Eights
But now I
See my niggas 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 shit get saramani
Hella fetti
We ready, steady, with all the
bumbles
Keeping it real with Dangerous Dame and Mac Mall in this fucking
gumbo
Straight paper
Straight fetti
Straight
gumbo

Verse3(Dangerous Dame)
Niggas we pull
Niggas will say
so
We hit the strip from San Jose, to Vallejo
Make more scrilla by the
mouth piece
Non-talking niggas don't know shit about me
Ignore 'em like
bitches
Respect
There ain't a hand out
Like a sore thumb, fake niggas
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 niggas wanna test
Let it jump and
we could put the shit 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 fuck you
think?
You can't fuck with me
You paying dopefiends, 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' ass nigga"
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 hoes
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 fuck with he say-she say
Think
you got game?
Never could you have it
You niggas are crying wolf, while
I'll be fucking 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 O
Add a little recipe to the
gumbo

Verse4(Da Unda Dogg)
Add me
Mix me up
Stir me in the pot
with these niggas that fix me up
See, back in '91, Coolio was the shit
So
now we cooking a batch of gumbo and it ain't gonna quit
My nigga the Bigga
Figga, adding that spice so fool it's saucy
You bitches thinking you'll eat
for free, well this shit is costly
So back up off me
And recognize the
sound is poppin'
Beause we steadily droppin' dope, like the keys you
coppin'
Mother fuckers, they get to actin foul
When they know they can't
fuck with the style
Smile punk mother fucker, 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 ass gets heated in
this pot of gumbo