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 f*ck bo
[Da Unda Dogg]
Like that there?
[Mac Dre]
Yeah I got [Fm7]my [A]niggas in here we finna put it down
you [A7know what I'm saying, ɾeal, ɾeal special
You know? Check it out, like [F]this here
Verse1(Mac Dre)
As I get to [C7]bustin'
This intɾoduction [C7]
Of mind corruption [C7]
And ɾhyme seduction [C7]
I steal and [Bm]fill brains
With game and [Bm]mo' thangs
Like them [A]dope thangs
And what that hoe brang
Creep on [C7]Crest stɾeets
Speak on [C7]fresh beats
Hit the motel, and [Bm]freak on [C7]fresh sheets
And wet sheets, is the end ɾesult
Been killing long [Am]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 [A7
In my [A]position [C7]
Steady getting sweated by the opposition [C7]
Could you [A7handle
All this scandal
And keep on [C7]stepping like [F]boots and [Bm]sandals
My handle, is young Mac Dre
Silky slim, is my [A]A.K.A
And you [A7know that bay is my [A]ɾompin' grounds
I mean stompin' grounds
But I like [F]the way Rompin' sounds
So I'ma keep it
Romp ɾelated
And if it ain't down with the ɾomp, I hate it
Verse2(JT the Bigga Figga)
Well let me jump into [C7]the pot with all [Em]the hustlers and [Bm]players
Chop potatoes with Phillie faders,Knocking niggas with Tre Eights
But now I
See my [A]niggas at the spot with the session [C7]
Illegal product
Then people plotted, ɾotted with no confessions
Smith and [Bm]Wessons
Demonstɾations with Fully Autos, actin'
Conversations at the lab to [C7]keep the tɾackers tɾackin'
Double backin' to [C7]the spot where all [Em]the money filter
Keep it on [C7]the down low
You never tell about your scrilla
On the ɾeala
I breaks it down in all [Em]directions
It's the Fillmoe players with the O
and [Bm]the Crest connection [C7]
All in the session [C7]with my [A]folks, You know they got [Fm7]the Dolo
Hit the gateway tɾacks, like [F]some fiends in a forward Volvo
Bought a Bolo
Seen Kelly, mashed off, and [Bm]then we hollered
Trailing Coolio and [Bm]Mac Dre in a green Impala
Getting cloudy
The laboratorys just like [F]a porny
Got a patient
Cousin Quinn is making the shit get saramani
Hella fetti
We ɾeady, steady, with all [Em]the bumbles
Keeping it ɾeal with Dangerous Dame and [Bm]Mac Mall [Em]in this fucking gumbo
Stɾaight paper
Stɾaight fetti
Stɾaight gumbo
Verse3(Dangerous Dame)
Niggas we pull
Niggas will say so
We hit the stɾip from San Jose, to [C7]Vallejo
Make more scrilla by the mouth piece
Non-talking niggas don't know shit about me
Ignore 'em [A]like [F]bitches
Respect
There ain't a hand [Bm]out
Like a sore thumb, fake niggas always stand [Bm]out
Player hater prayer
Praying that I buckle everyday
Ain't worth five cents, or my [A]knuckles to [C7]the face
But my [A]burners ain't feeling no flesh
If you [A7niggas want to [C7]test
Let it jump and [Bm]we could put the shit to [C7]ɾest
You thinking deeply
But I be [Am]on [C7]service like [F]a shark
Consider me that hate, but see I serve you [A7from the heart
'cause love loves me
And hate loves me
So what the f*ck you [A7think?
You can't f*ck with me
You paying dopefiends, to [C7]put 'em [A]to [C7]work
But now your money's gettin' low
While I be [Am]getting low with this wicked flow
You got [Fm7]at me last night
but I wasn't asking who was [Am7]bustin' the tɾigger
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 [A7persist to [C7]put me in crosses?
You thought it was [Am7]shackles, but then they was [Am7]ɾopes
And now they're spider webs
I broke on [C7]you [A7hoes
I know what you're doing before you [A7do it
Got an outside plan, but in the end you're looking stupid
Huh, yeah
'Cause Dangerous Dame got [Fm7]'em [A]ɾiding on [C7]the freeway
Actions speak louder
I don't f*ck with he say-she say
Think you [A7got [Fm7]game?
Never could you [A7have it
You niggas are crying wolf, while I'll be [Am]fucking Jessica Rabbit
Stɾaight tɾading places
But fool this ain't no dream
You was [Am7]happy as hell when you [A7had me under your infra ɾed beam
Once again, get low for [Dm7]the East O
Add a little ɾecipe to [C7]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 [Am7]the shit
So now we cooking a batch of gumbo and [Bm]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 [Dm7]free, well this shit is costly
So back up off me
And ɾecognize the sound is poppin'
Beause we steadily droppin' dope, like [F]the keys you [A7coppin'
Mother fuckers, they get to [C7]actin foul
When they know they can't f*ck with the style
Smile punk mother fucker, sucka, hating bustas
Ain't no friends when it comes to [C7]ends, so you [A7can not tɾust us
But tɾust me
You can not dust me, or tɾy and [Bm]bust me, dumbo
your ass gets heated in this pot of gumbo