"WCGG" lyrics
Hello, hello, hello?
Pat, what's up mane, whats up?
Boogelou, whats up mane?
Mane yea mane, a nigga done messed me off down here dawg
I got caught for a weak azz pistol charge. Mane dese folkz
Gon try mane make a nigga do a whole mutha fuckin calendar
Dawg
I need ya to send me sumthin'
I gotcha, what happened?
Mane, I was messin' off wit my nigga mane, mane dis shit fucked up
I gotta call from my dawg Gangsta Fred just the other day
Met some nigga from the other way, wanna purchase yay
Said they wanna get good shit for the low-low
Fred grew up with this nigga by the bayou
Could be the po-po, that's the way my mind think
Thought about the shit for a minute, then I took a drank
Thinkin' of a come up, knowin' I ain't gonna fall
Call up my cousin, Poncho, let 'em rob us all
If you hoes wanna go there
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In the streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
If you hoes wanna go there
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In the streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
I'm gon' set dis shit up for a secluded area
Tell him bring himself and a duffle bag carrier
Met him 4 am, Hickory Hill, at a Exxon
In a hot car, TEC-9 and a Ruger gun
Another nigga came, with the nigga, they got out of 'Lac
Fred slammed da dope across da trunk, "Where the cheese at?"
Nigga took a sniff, and he seen that the shit was straight
Said that the loot was in his trunk, now I'm thinkin', "Wait."
"What's goin' on?", partner took da dope off the trunk
Raisin' up my TEC, nigga in the trunk raised a pump
Bullets popped off, Fred caught one in the chest
Lucky for my nigg', he was wearin' bulletproof vest
Shootin' TEC, but I coulda died, 'cause it jammed up
Pump at my dome, that's when Poncho V done slammed up
Shot da .45, blowin' both niggas ass off
Think we got 'em down wit' da cheese and da sawed-off
If you hoes wanna go dere
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In da streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
If you hoes wanna go there
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In the streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
Pat, what's up mane, whats up?
Boogelou, whats up mane?
Mane yea mane, a nigga done messed me off down here dawg
I got caught for a weak azz pistol charge. Mane dese folkz
Gon try mane make a nigga do a whole mutha fuckin calendar
Dawg
I need ya to send me sumthin'
I gotcha, what happened?
Mane, I was messin' off wit my nigga mane, mane dis shit fucked up
I gotta call from my dawg Gangsta Fred just the other day
Met some nigga from the other way, wanna purchase yay
Said they wanna get good shit for the low-low
Fred grew up with this nigga by the bayou
Could be the po-po, that's the way my mind think
Thought about the shit for a minute, then I took a drank
Thinkin' of a come up, knowin' I ain't gonna fall
Call up my cousin, Poncho, let 'em rob us all
If you hoes wanna go there
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In the streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
If you hoes wanna go there
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In the streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
I'm gon' set dis shit up for a secluded area
Tell him bring himself and a duffle bag carrier
Met him 4 am, Hickory Hill, at a Exxon
In a hot car, TEC-9 and a Ruger gun
Another nigga came, with the nigga, they got out of 'Lac
Fred slammed da dope across da trunk, "Where the cheese at?"
Nigga took a sniff, and he seen that the shit was straight
Said that the loot was in his trunk, now I'm thinkin', "Wait."
"What's goin' on?", partner took da dope off the trunk
Raisin' up my TEC, nigga in the trunk raised a pump
Bullets popped off, Fred caught one in the chest
Lucky for my nigg', he was wearin' bulletproof vest
Shootin' TEC, but I coulda died, 'cause it jammed up
Pump at my dome, that's when Poncho V done slammed up
Shot da .45, blowin' both niggas ass off
Think we got 'em down wit' da cheese and da sawed-off
If you hoes wanna go dere
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In da streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
If you hoes wanna go there
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In the streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
