GETO BOYS - Gangsta (Put Me Down) lyrics

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They Love me

They say now pass the ganga to the left hand side

filppin in the Range Rover blowing past the one times.

Hit me with the (whoop whoop)

bubble gum flashing in my rear view

spraying freshener trying to steer too

Throwin out my herbs on the passenger side

Got the windows rolled down, airing out the ride

got a loaded 45 inside

that keep for protection when I'm riding by

My Smith and Wesson got a scope too

and I may have caught a body on it

for those who get just know somebody want it

They only ?????

To know that you ain't done shit

but still you got them haters in your business

I'm paraniod she's blowing my high

and she knew that I was buzzin from the red in my eye

Got my license and my papers, Showed me my picture on The Source

Then what the fuck you stopping me for?

and she said


Gangsta Ow

Put me Down, Now

Gang-sata put me down

Now, Ow


So I gave her my cellular number and told her call me up

Beating on my dashboard hot than a fuck

Cause I done chunked a half a square thinkin 5-0 jocking trying to jam me up

I continue on my mission to my Grandma''s house

Hollering at my homeboy who just got out

What's up let's roll

Get you some clothes

Take you to the club so you can get with some hoes.

Lets go

Made to the mall hoes thick

Listenting to Pac saying that's the shit.

Getting geared when this woman appeared up out the blue

Telling me she like what I do

And the hoe was like



Willie D's rollin on these

in a drop top A-Z-U-R-E

With the knock, knock banging listening

to a song my nigga Face singing

Eardurms just a ringing, my homey brining

A couple of honies to the hideaway

we gone fuck these hoes and straight ride away

Gotta pack confirmed tickets get some sleep

we rolling to the Baby Johnson fight a 100 niggas deep

ain't bringing sand to beach

I got my eyes on some freak ass broads

and menage-a-trois

never kiss and tell I keeps em horney as hell

and take my dick inside that pussy put it under a spell

got more mail than the post office let me remind you

don't stare at my diamonds too hard they might blind you

Freaky Deaky, Fready Deaky Deaky

when you see me rolling past all you got to do is ask

[Chorus X3]

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