Mac Dre ft. Da Unda Dogg, JT the Bigga Figga, Dangerous Dame - 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 want to 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