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Artist:Mac Dre
Taken from the album Rompalation by Mac Dre
Album:Rompalation
Track:Gumbo
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Views:546
 
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
 
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