She Gansta Lyrics - Paul Wall

(*humming*) 

[Chamillionaire] 

Now she's mo-ving through the club, in her gangsta strut 

Her weapon's loaded up, and now she's aiming to bust ow-ow 

So gangsta, the way she shoots 

You found a thug, I'm down with you 

Instead of filling him up with lead, with gun shots to the head 

She's at the bar she's getting him drunk, and he taking shots to the head 

Now he's laying stiff off in the bed, but no he's not really dead 

See that punk drunk and he passed out, while she dash out with his bread 

You bum a clot see you done forgot, nigga you dumb you not 

Suppose to go buy a mall for a hoe, cause she wanna shop 

See ya not suppose to buy a car lot, cause she want a drop 

Maybe not go buy a mountain, just cause that hoe wanted a rock 

Niggaz better stick to the G-code, speaking to hoes with my teeth froze 

I peep hoes like a peephole, cause I'm sneaky I sneak hoes 

Like a thief out of the clothes, and they don't even expect it 

One minute she's telling her friend I'm cute, until poof she's naked 

Yes it's the thick hips and the big tits, and her lipstick and her cleavage 

And her weave is weaponry, and security didn't see this 

She is dressed to kill, you blind if you think she ain't a 

Visual Soprano can't handle her, cause she's gangsta 

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(*humming*) 

[Chamillionaire] 

She cocks it back and pull and shoot, cause she can see I'm pulling roofs 

Off the top of the new drop, but she forgot I'm bulletproof 

My chest is a permanent vest, I guess I'm not who you thought 

No matter how fine or smart, a girl can not damage my heart 

Think you've guessed it right, she's trying to get you for your cream 

But it's alright tonight, I've also got a scheme 

To hear nice things, like I wan' get between them jeans 

And then I'ma send you home, ain't nothing but wedding dreams 

See every cent is equivalent to a bullet, so it ain't no 

Damn hoe, giving me the shooter run out of my ammo 

I'm like Rambo in the cruiser, I maneuver with a Ruger 

Cause I'm sitting propped up on the non-stoppers, any jacker with a prover 

Excuse her who you talking to sir, nigga I'm talking to you 

See that hoe came in the club with me, how could she walk in with you 

Nigga I don't know I ain't certain, you ain't gotta be no brain surgeon 

If you got game then it ain't working, nigga getting two to the brain curtains 

You seen that show t.v. Bachelor, how them ladies react 

Well everyday Chamillionaire's life is like, a episode of that 

Ha-ha her car break down on a hill, I bet she make you get out and push 

Taking that chick to Foot Locker, she never leave without a Swoosh and that's gangsta 

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(*talking*) 

[Chamillionaire] 

Million tempted by female, them smelling so good 

She get in bed he swelling, she tell him he sho' should 

Sex and sweat and yelling, them can tell I'm so hood 

So I think I'm bout to claim her, I'm bout to tame her 

Danger, damage you better believe she ain't ya 

Average type of gangsta, excuse me what is your name girl 

Danger, she's dressed to kill she's gangsta 

Looking like a model, while she's kissing trying to bang ya 

Smoking holes in dead bodies, just pulling hoes with their bodies 

Full of tattoos matter fact who, running with boo and nails prbably 

A drug dealer or a thug nigga, with a couple rocks in his left shoe 

Chopping up rocks till he get through, but he trying to get a knot to impress you 

Tell me what the hell is his purpose, putting diamonds all on her fist 

The reason you doing dirt kiss, money could buy that guy he's worthless 

Game tighter than her skirt is, as she leaves him in pieces 

Till she eases her cleavage out, and sees it's his weakness 

Think, your body's tight the mood is right and if it seems 

That you're not in love with my money, more than me 

I'll be the king on the throne, you can be my queen 

Baby let's get it on, come be on my dream team 

(*humming*) 

[Chamillionaire] 

See I'm telling you fellas, she more gangsta than you'll ever be 

She get cheddar can get a G, without cocking the desert E' 

Never shot been on lock a lot, but it wasn't for felonies 

Man fussing and handcuffing, he doesn't wanna let her free 

Hispanic, Asian, Caucasian, even my Black queens 

Not all of them are after do', though 

Eighty percent of them, are only after that green 

She wanna slam candy do's, and ride 4's 

But, no-no-no-no 

Baby I don't think so, I don't think sooo 

She wanna slam, candy do's 

Tell her I don't think so, I don't think sooo