Gumbo lyrics

Artist  : Mac Dre 
Song : Gumbo



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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