Project Pat - We Can Get Gangsta Lyrics
[project pat] (talkin)Hello, hello, hello?[boogelou] (talkin)Pat, whats up man, whats up?[project pat] (talkin)Boogelou, whats up man?Man yea man, a nigga done messed me off down here dawg.I got caught for a weak azz pistol charge. man dese folkzGon try and make a nigga do a whole mutha *****in calendar dawg.I need ya to send me sumthin.[boogelou] (talkin)I gotcha, what happened?[project pat] (talkin)Man, I was messin off wit my nigga, man dis shit *****ed up![project pat]I gotta call from my dawg, gangsta fred jus da other dayMet some nigga from da other way, wanna purchase llao (weed)Said dey wanna get good shit for da low-lowFred grew-up wit dis nigga by da bayouCould be da po-po, dats da way my mind thinkThought about da shit for a minute, den I took a drankThinkin of a coma, knowin I aint gonna fallCall up my cousin, poncho, let em rob, assaultDen he ball off, wit da goods to a ron-de-vou, spotHanded fred back his dope, den we split da lootRudy-poos, always gettin, got, sumthin seriousInfactuated wit da game, very curiousDatll kill da cat, cause da game aint to be toldQuit smokin crack, my nigg-a, its to be soldGettin old, never worries me, I dont giva *****? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? stayed on mind, call dat nigga up.[chorus] - 2xIf you hoes wanna go dereWe can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)In da streets, we dont play fairWe can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)[project pat]We can set dis shit up, for a, secluded areaTell em bring himself, and da duffle-bag carrierMet him 4am, hicory hill, at a exxonIn a hot car, tech-9 and a rouger gunAnother nigga came, wit da nigga, dey got out of lac (caddilac)Fred slammed da door, crossed da trunk, where da cheese at?Nigga took a sniff, and he seen dat da shit was straightSaid dat da loot was in his trunk, now Im thinkin, wait.Whats goin on? , partner took da dope off da trunkRaisin up my tech, nigga in da trunk, raised da pumpBullets popped off, fred caught one, in da chestLucky for my nigg, he was wearin bullet proof vestShootin tech, but I coulda died, cause it jammed upPump at my dome, dats when poncho feet had slammed upShot da .45, blowin both niggaz azz offThink we got em down, wit da cheese and da sawed-off.[chorus] - 2xIf you hoes wanna go dereWe can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)In da streets, we dont play fairWe can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)[project pat]Two weeks later, still knowin bout da *****eryMove dat a nigga pulled, spot a police watchin meWatchin me, cause I fit description of a suspectPullin me, over, now he askin where my license atOfficer, I done left my wallet at da house, sir.Still took me down-town, cause da police dont careDown in lower-level, man a simple situationTurned into, a 72-hour investigationIma ex-con, so I dont need a walk throughTo dis jail shit, wonderin, who did dey talk to?Couldve been my dawg, not my nigg, dats a hell nawDey done found my tech, but I aint got shit to tell yallFeelin kinda sick, cause dey finna send me up da riverCouldnt be a snitch, cause I cant tell on my niggaTech, didnt match da gun, woons(police) bout to let me goStuck wit da gun charge, violated my parole.[chorus] - 2xIf you hoes wanna go dereWe can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)In da streets, we dont play fairWe can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
