A.L.T. - Gangsta Waltz lyrics

G's up, hoes down, pull your gun out
G's up, hoes down, pull your gun out

Do you wanna dance with me
Let's do the gangsta waltz
It's bounding like a thousand volt
Like an electric volt that goes bzzz ZAP
Or a six pack, smoke, whenever I rap
Who's that, the hard heads, of course
It's us now everyone supports or endorses us
Expect, of course
How bitches are divorcin' us
They want the Porshes
The money and the orchestras
I even got burned from my tax return
But, I learned how to hide
All the stacks I earn
Let the turntables turn, let the drugs burn
Step back
I might stamp like some thugs on sherm
I'm blessed
They don't test me for cess these days
Bitch, get undressed, just molest my face
Now fuck peace, you can rest in rage
Me and Tony rock the casa
Can you guess my age

G's up, hoes down, pull your gun out
We can do the gangsta waltz
Let a couple fly, make everybody run out
We can do the gangsta waltz
G's up, hoes down, pull your gun out
We can do the gangsta waltz
Let a couple fly, make everybody run out
We can do the gangsta waltz

Do you wanna get high with me
Smoke a philly crone (You feel me)
What's really goin' on
What's really gonna happen when I'm
Rappin' and the crowd starts
Snappin', flippin' out, stompin' and clappin'
They got the hand stamp
Now they want back in you tell 'em "No
" and they might start attackin' i hate this
I don't need to take this crap
It's a mistake to push my buttons
You might make me snap
I reach back, just like that, and go smack
Now your eyes all black
Your cigarettes in ya lap
Look at that, better pack on the foundation
It's a case, fool
You got beat like a bitch foundation
Start to chase, it's a sticky situation
It's the thirteenth, it's Friday
And I'm Jason you seen the movie
Here's the knife and a pistol
Tonight, you ran from the
Boogieman in Camp Crystal

G's up, hoes down, pull your gun out
We can do the gangsta waltz
Let a couple fly, make everybody run out
We can do the gangsta waltz
G's up, hoes down, pull your gun out
We can do the gangsta waltz
Let a couple fly, make everybody run out
We can do the gangsta waltz

Do you wanna ride with me, in a Lex
And have sex, while my homeboy directs
Just relax until you hear "Action"
Then show me your rack like
The girls do in Maxim
And when I get 'em through the bedroom doors
It's strange
But they change to derange little whores
When it rains, it pours, got 'em on all fours
Like porn stars
Fuckin' on my hardwood floors
Intense, but eventually
I'm convinced I'm a rap for a century
Don't get all pissed at me or want sympathy
When they mention the Hellafyde symphony
It's a classic and every A&R who passed it
I call them rat little bastards
What the fuck were you thinking
Are you all on acid
Bag 'em up, ship 'em out, paper or plastic

G's up, hoes down, pull your gun out
We can do the gangsta waltz
Let a couple fly, make everybody run out
We can do the gangsta waltz
G's up, hoes down, pull your gun out
We can do the gangsta waltz
Let a couple fly, make everybody run out
We can do the gangsta waltz