Paul Wall, Chamillionaire - She Gangsta lyrics

[Paul Wall, Chamillionaire - She Gangsta lyrics]

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
Niggas 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 tit's
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

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 tv 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

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

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

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