Lirik Lagu We Can Get Gangsta - Project Pat
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[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 fuckin 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 fucked 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-Poo's, always gettin, got, sumthin seriousInfactuated wit da game, very curiousDat'll kill da cat, cause da game ain't to be toldQuit smokin crack, my nigg-a, it's to be soldGettin old, never worries me, I don't giva fuck???????? 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 don't 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, hit Creek 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 I'm thinkin, "Wait.""What's 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, dat's 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 don't 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 fuckeryMove 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 at"Officer, I done left my wallet at da house, sir."Still took me Down-town, cause da police don't careDown in lower-level, man a simple situationTurned into, a 72-hour investigationIma ex-con, so I don't need a walk throughTo dis jail shit, wonderin, "Who did dey talk to?"Could've been my dawg, not my nigg', dat's a hell nawDey done found my tech, but I ain't got shit to tell ya'llFeelin kinda sick, cause dey finna send me up da riverCouldn't be a snitch, cause I can't tell on my niggaTech, didn't 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 don't 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...)
[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 fuckin 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 fucked 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-Poo's, always gettin, got, sumthin seriousInfactuated wit da game, very curiousDat'll kill da cat, cause da game ain't to be toldQuit smokin crack, my nigg-a, it's to be soldGettin old, never worries me, I don't giva fuck???????? 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 don't 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, hit Creek 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 I'm thinkin, "Wait.""What's 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, dat's 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 don't 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 fuckeryMove 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 at"Officer, I done left my wallet at da house, sir."Still took me Down-town, cause da police don't careDown in lower-level, man a simple situationTurned into, a 72-hour investigationIma ex-con, so I don't need a walk throughTo dis jail shit, wonderin, "Who did dey talk to?"Could've been my dawg, not my nigg', dat's a hell nawDey done found my tech, but I ain't got shit to tell ya'llFeelin kinda sick, cause dey finna send me up da riverCouldn't be a snitch, cause I can't tell on my niggaTech, didn't 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 don't 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...)
