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Gangsta Boo Miscellaneous Where Dem Dollas At "I'm chiefin heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo" --> from 'Tear Da Club Up' (repeat 2X) Chorus x2 Where da dollas at Nigga, where da dollas at "I'm chiefin heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo" Where da dollas at Nigga, where da dollas at [Gangsta Boo] Now let me kick a little somethin about this lady named Boo Haven't you heard of the things that Miss Boo is capable to do Get your mind twisted like some dreads on a Jamaican's head Vicky lingere, candles lit, with petals on the bed Blazing hella weed, concentrating on what's next, be next Bet your bottom dollar, make you holla, where them Benji's at Comin' out your pocket, don't be stoppin, what can happen baby How many niggas get the chance to be in the mist up lady (never) Not be goin, cause my game is just too thick for that Gangsta Boo be watchin, all the Prophet niggas got my back What you see in me, nigga roll is what I meant to be Sippin' on Henn and grinning in your face Tryin' to get your cheese, why you be's sayin' I'm doggin' you out, but still pagin' me Never answer the phone, cause your name be on my caller ID I guess you can say I'm kinda crazy in my own ways Fuck bein' broke for days, ladies gots to get paid Chorus 4X [Gangsta Boo] It be amazing how these bitches havin' babies by niggas With no pot to piss in or no money to give her What the fuck, why you hoes wanna live that way? I be scheamin for some cheddar every God damn day Not to be the fuckin' one lookin' sad and broke No nigga to fuck with, no weed to smoke Hard times got me whinin, conversation and kickin' it Hooked up with a little Cryst' now I'm back on my pimpin' Thinkin' up a fuckin' plan, how to get you man Damn I hope you understand money came with the scam We be chillin' in the cities of New York and L.A. It is all good, get my Conflict on, smokin' on "Hay" I hate to say, but anyway I feel you hatin' on me You look into my eyes and smile but still you hatin' on me (nevermind) Fuck it, I ain't takin' it personal, I'm about my business Well I have to kick it sooner or later so I ain't trippin' Chorus 4X [DJ Paul] I keeps my shit in control, draped up in diamonds and gold Playas all up in my soul while pots arranged in a row Up in the V-I-P seats these hoes been waitin' to see me I hope that bitch got my cheese, can't leave with less than a ki I'm scopin' out some new talent, needs some new hoes for my palace The more hoes that I just grab, they hated on my like melon Soon as I hit the front door, they scope the gold around my collar I'm have to come up on loot, I can't even spare a dollar I got to roll gang style, bitch [Juicy 'J'] I got a rolex on my wrist trick Can't you hoes get some of this Some niggas want to take my place Some hoes be beggin' ride my dick I can't be stopped, the Juice gon' shine The droopies pokin' in my rhyme I'm living good and feelin' fine I'm high off weed, then liqour and wine Just roll it up, I fold it up These bottle pop, pour it in my cup The niggas who work from 9 to 5 Are on the corner, post it up We still can ball, the Juice and Paul The deals we make, the shots we call Entrepeneurs on world wide tour The only thing we save is cheese not brawl Chorus 2X Aw yeah Hypnotized Minds up in here You know the business Gangsta Boo solo tape, ya'll know the scope Featuring the Tear Da Club Up Thugs, wsup, all hot It's on, where the dollars at Where I'm at, on the map |
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