Gangsta Boo

Gangsta Boo - Sippin &; Spinnin lyrics

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[Hook] 

With my Sprewell Spinnin 

Sippin sippin syruup sippin' 



[Scratched] 

Wussup with the Gangsta Boo? 



New Boo! 

Brand New! 

New Boo! 



[Hook x2] 



[Verse 1] 

The hood, the block 

The killas, the thieves 

My home, my zone 

My liquor, my weed 

The gangsta, the lady 

The same, The Boo 

I changed the game 

New label, new crew 

You critics be hatin' 

You haters be talkin' 

You talkers be walkin' 

You groupies be stalkin' 

The heavens, the earth 

The devils, the dirt 

The end is herre 

Prepare for worse! 

The crying, the lying 

The cheating, the beating 

The churches, the preachers 

Who pimpin' with preaching 

The niggaz that like me 

The niggaz that love me 

The lady that's out now 

You bitches can't touch me 

The U, the G, the Q, the South 

The under, the ground, the queen, is out! 

The talkin, the reppin 

The questions, the asking 

The powder, the sizzurp 

The trappers who pack em! 



[Hook x8] 



I- I- I'ma bring tha gutter back! 



[Verse 2] 

Listen to me carefully as I spit the secret pimpin' hoe 

People say I'm gospel, she quit rappin, I don't know what fo' 

I can't leave the game 

The game be me, because I'm underground 

I can't help my ?? on every nigga 

Because I'm the best female rapper around 

I done sold some records 

I done did what I done 

Magazines and TV screens 

Ballin like all up in one 

I write my own shit 

I'm what you call the truth 

Nah nigga I ain't braggin' I am what you call the truth with my- 



[Hook x8] 



[Verse 3] 

I'm riding on them thangs 

I'm feelin' like a mac 

My cell phone ringing 

I never answer dat 

They call me all the time 

They wanna blow my mind 

The mind is a terrible thing to waste so quit trying! 

You know I ain't going 

So why you tryna stick me? 

You ain't got nothing for me 

You must be?? 

Cause if you ain't equal 

Or above what I'm doing 

You ain't gon' be-zzy dizzz-own 

Or witness what I'm doing 

I'm always riding solo 

I don't got buddies with me 

Cause buddies turn to enemies 

And mama's end up crying 

Yo if you think I'm lying 

Just take a trip to Memphis 

They'll tell you all about me 

And won't forget to mention- 



[Hook x12] 



I-I-Ima bring the gutta back!
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Language: English

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