Gangsta Lyrics - Geto Boys

They love me, they say now pass the ganja 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 I 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 [unverified] 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 

Listening 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 

Gangsta ow, put me down, now 

Gang-sata put me down, now, ow 

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 

Gangsta ow, put me down, now 

Gang-sata put me down, now, ow 

Gangsta ow, put me down, now 

Gang-sata put me down, now, ow 

Gangsta ow, put me down, now 

Gang-sata put me down, now, ow