WCGG

Lyrics

[Intro: Project Pat & Boogelou] 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 [Verse 1: Project Pat] 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 gеt good shit for the low-low Fred grew up with this nigga by thе 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 [Hook] 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...) [Verse 2: Project Pat] 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 [Hook] 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...)