featuring DJ Paul and Juicy 'J'
"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
F*ck 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 f*ck
Why you hoes want to 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 f*ck 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)
F*ck 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 be -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
