Gangsta Boo

Gangsta Boo - Where Dem Dollas At lyrics

"I'm chillin heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo"

> from 'Tear Da Club Up' (repeat 2X)

Chorus x2

Where da dollas at

Nigga where da dollas at

"I'm chillin heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo"

Where da dollas at

Nigga where da dollas at

(Gangsta Boo)

Now let me kick a little somethin'

About this lady named Boo

Haven't you heard of the things Miss Boo is capable to do

Get your mind twisted like some dress

Under Jamaicans head

Vicky lingere

Candles (??) on the bed

Blazing hella weed

Concentrating on what's next, be next

Bet you by the dolar

Make you holler, where them Benji's at

Comin' out your pocket

Don't be stoppin'

What can happen baby

How many niggas get the chance to be in the mist up lady (never)

Not be goin'

Cause my game is just to big for that

Gangsta Boo be watchin'

All the Prophet niggas got my back

What you see in me

Nigga roll is what I meant to be

Sippin' on Henn and Grinn

And then your face

Tryin' to get your cheese

Why you be's

Sayin' I'm drownin' you out

But still pagin' me

Never answer the phone

Cause you name be on my caller ID

I guess you can say I'm kinda crazy in my own ways

Fuck bein' broke on days

Ladies gots to get paid

Chorus x4

Get me amazed at how these bitches

Havin' babies by niggas

With no pot to piss in

Or no mone to give her

What the fuck

Why you hoes wanna live that way

I be sceemin' for some chedder

Every god damn day

Not to be the fuckin' one

Lookin' sad and broke

No nigga to fuck with

No weed to smoke

Hard times got me whinin'

Conversation and kickin' it

Hooked up with a little Chris

Now I'm back on my pimpin'

Thinkin' up a fuckin' plan

How to get you man

Damn I hope you understand

Money came with the scam

We be chillin' in the cities

Of New York and L.A.

It is all good

Get my conflict on

Smokin' on hay

I had to stay

But anyway I feel you hatin' on me

You look into my eyes

And stop but still you hatin' on me (nevermind)

Fuck it, I ain't takin' it personal

I'm about my business

Well I have to kick it sooner or later

So I ain't trippin'

Chorus x4

(DJ Paul)

I keeps my shit in control

Straight dumpin' diamonds and gold

Playas all up in my soul

While pots arranged in a row

Up in the B-I-?-?

These hoes been waitin' to see me

I hope that bitch got my cheese

Can't leave with less than the keyes

I'm scopin' out some more talent

Needs some new hoes for my palace

The more hoes that I just grab

They hated on my like melon

Soon as I hit the front door

They scope the go around my coller

I'm have to come upon loot

I can't even spare a dollar

I got to roll gang style, bitch

(Juicy "J")

I got a rolex on my wrist trick

Can't you hoes get some of this

Some niggas want to take my place

Some hoes be beggin' ride my dick

I be stopped

The Juice gon' shine

The droopies pokin' in my rhyme

I'm living good and feelin' fine

I'm high off weed, then liqour and wine

Just roll it up, I fold it up

These bottle pop, pour it in my cup

The niggas who work from 9 to 5

Are on the corner, post it up

We still can ball, the Juice and Paul

The deals we make, the shots we call

Auntropronuers on world wide tour

The only thing we save is cheese not brawl

Chorus x2

Aw yeah Hypnotized Minds up in here

You know the business

Gangsta Boo solo tape, ya'll know the scope

Featuring the Tear Da Club Up Thugs, wsup, all hot

It's on, where the dollers at

Where I'm at, on the map

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