How Gangstas Roll Lyrics - Get Money, Stay True - Paul Wall

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back 

Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed 

Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand 

Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed 

Any day of da week, new grill, 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, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll 

I'm higher than a top flite, throwed 'em like a splitter 

My pockets keep gettin' bigger 'cuz I'm one bad figga 

Boppas 'n' gold diggaz on the track, at work 

I'm hurtin' feelins in dat Benz wit a deuce and a Squirt 

I'm a filibuster for hustlers, invadin' dem mark bustaz 

Leanin' like I'm on crutches as I ski taste slurp 

Swangin' and woodworkin', convertin' these closed curtains 

For certain, I better not spill no purple drank on my shirt 

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I'm hustle for occupation, I'm grindin', paper chasin' 

These boys are steady hatin', so this pistol, I'm embracin' 

Dat Lac is so amazin' and da elbows is skatin' 

Cranker wires 'n' vogue tires, one hell of collaboration 

Amos, Farris 'n' Slaton, we, Jordan, Jackson 'n' Pippen 

Banana clip for dem snitches tryin' to monkey wrench my pimpin' 

Never been caught slippin' 'cuz dat glock, I hold 

Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on 

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back 

Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed 

Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand 

Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed 

Any day of da week, new grill, 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, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll 

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I'm comin' down in a candy Lac, old skool 

Wavin' trunk on dem punks, act a fool 

Tippin' paint, drippin' wet like a pool 

Breakin' brews, neck cool, it's full of jewels 

Rumor is dat dem jackass on da sideline, schemin' and plottin' 

But my mind on dem boppaz, if I spot 'em I got 'em 

I got slabs, I got foreigns wit da seats, all plush 

I got brandy wine gloss, baby, please don't touch 

I got 20s, I got 4s I got screens and such 

Boppaz yappin' 'cuz they say I tend to cap too much 

I got starch in my jeans and da 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 billfold 

Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on 

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back 

Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed 

Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand 

Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed 

Any day of da week, new grill, 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, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll 

Hatin' is so contagious, these days, there's no cure 

This new outbreak creatin' is out of hand for sure 

These boys are steady lyin', my money is multiplyin' 

Look close, there's no denyin', them boys softer than fur 

Killa kush smoke, I blow as the lungs inhale 

Gangsta leanin' on dat oil, I got a story to tell 

Laws trippin' when they see me askin', "What's that smell?" 

Raw FedEx-ed me some x pills, we call it email 

Lights, camera, action, I'm the shit and I show it 

A young gangsta hood boy, so fly and I know it 

Steady breakin' boys off, 5 karat in earlobe 

Givin' somethin' that you can feel, my swangas is in vogue 

I'm 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 ya how I roll, come on 

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back 

Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed 

Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand 

Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed 

Any day of da week, new grill, 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, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll