Gangsta Shit (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Petey Pablo)

Uh-oh, uh-oh You know how we do it Weezy and Petey, baby Ya'know This here is 500 Degreez Holla at 'em dogg Cuz I know I ain't dreaming I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy Switching it up Fuck it put them things on the truck What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up Hating me kinky licks talking so much Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking You want to You ain't built to squabble with us I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus I drink your water up Cool off I'm leaving with something They leaving you something crop stolen An asshole heard it Hip on purpose Dre I did what you told me I been acting like I don't hear ya but that shit been working Keep me a burner Poison that I grab in the morning Cuz I know that that's what's gon hold me down on this earth A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated I keep waiting I hear your name in the papers