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How Gangstas Roll [C&S Version]
Paul Wall
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You can catch me ridin' in a 'Lac, top down, seat back
Keep the heater on my lap, I'm a dog (I'm a dog)
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowin' (I'm blowin')
Any day of the week, new whip, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold (I'm cold)
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, that's how gangstas roll (That's how gangstas roll)
I'm higher than a prop, fly throwed like a splitter
My pockets keep gettin' bigger 'cause I'm one bad figure
Boppers and gold diggers on the track at work
I'm hurtin' feelings in that Benz with a deuce and a squirt
I'm a filibuster for hustlers, evadin' them all busters
Leanin' like I'm on crutches as I skeet, taste, slurp
Swingin' and woodworkin', convertin' this closed curtain
For certain, I better not spill no purple drank on my shirt
I'm hustle for occupation, I'm grindin', paper chasin'
These boys is steady hatin', so this pistol I'm embracin'
These boys is steady hatin', so this pistol I'm embracin'
These boys is-hatin'-hatin'-pistol-pistol I'm embrac-
That 'Lac is so amazin' when the elbows are skatin'
Craig Owens and Vogue tires, one hella collaboration
Edwards, Farris, and Slaton, we Jordan, Jackson, and Pippen
Banana clip for them snitches tryna monkey-wrench my pimpin'
Never been caught slippin' 'cause that Glock I hold
Now let me tell you how I roll, come on
You can catch me ridin' in a 'Lac, top down, seat back
Keep the heater on my lap, I'm a dog (I'm a dog)
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowin' (I'm blowin')
Any day of the week, new whip, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold (I'm cold)
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, that's how gangstas roll (That's how gangstas roll)
I'm in the candy 'Lac, old school
Wavin'-wavin' trunk on them punks, act a fool
Tippin'-tippin' paint drippin' wet like a pool
Breakin'-breakin' rules, neck cool, it's full of jewels
Rumor is that them jackers on the sideline schemin' and plottin'
But my mind on them boppers, if I spot 'em, I got 'em
I got slabs, I got foreigns with the seats all plush
Got bran-branded wine gloss, baby, please don't touch
I got 20s, I got 4s, I got screens and such
Boppers yappin' 'cause they say I tend to cap too much
I got starch in my jeans, and the crease so sharp
Headlights on my ear when the night get dark
White ones on my toes, brand new out the box
Interior decorate the watch, I'm connectin' the dots
I got stocks, I got money, that's a fat B-O fold
Now let me tell you how I roll, come on
You can catch me ridin' in a 'Lac, top down, seat back
Keep the heater on my lap, I'm a dog (I'm a dog)
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowin' (I'm blowin')
Any day of the week, new whip, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold (I'm cold)
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, that's how gangstas roll (That's how gangstas roll)
Hatin'-hatin' is so contagious these days, there's no cure
This new outbreak could reach inside a-
Hatin'-hatin' is so contagious these days, there's no cure
This new outbreak could reach inside a-
Hatin' is so contagious these days, there's no cure
New out-new outbreak could reach inside a hand for sure
These boys is steady lyin', my money is multiplyin'
Look close, it's no denyin' them boys softer than fur
Killer kush smoke I blow as the lungs inhale
Gangsta leanin' on that oil, I got a story to tell
Law's trippin' when they see me, askin', "What's that smell?"
Rob FedEx me some X pills, we call it e-mail
Lights-lights, camera, action, I'm the shit and I show it
A young gangsta hood poet, so fly and I know it
Steady breakin' boys off, five-karat and earlobe
Give you somethin' you can feel, my swangers is en vogue
Too-coo-too cool for school, all work, no play
Impeccable with this pen, I got somethin' to say
My repertoire is throwed, I follow the G code
Let me tell you how I roll, come on
You can catch me ridin' in a 'Lac, top down, seat back
Keep the heater on my lap, I'm a dog (I'm a dog)
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowin' (I'm blowin')
Any day of the week, new whip, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold (I'm cold)
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, that's how gangstas roll (That's how gangstas roll)
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