[Da Unda Dogg]
 Whassup boy?
 [Mac Dre]
 What's happening playa  just sitting here  you know
 putting together some of that ghetto gumbo  you know
 [Da Unda Dogg]
 Some motherfucking gumbo?
 [Mac Dre]
 Yeah nigga  gum in the mother fuck bo
 [Da Unda Dogg]
 Like that there?
 [Mac Dre]
 Yeah  I got my niggas in here  we finna put it down
 you know what I'm saying, real, real special
 You know? Check it out, like this here

 Verse1(Mac Dre)
 As I get to bustin'
 This introduction
 Of mind corruption
 And rhyme seduction
 I steal and fill brains
 With game and mo' thangs
 Like them dope thangs
 And what that hoe brang
 Creep on Crest streets
 Speak on fresh beats
 Hit the motel, and freak on fresh sheets
 And wet sheets, is the end result
 Been killing long cock since ten years old
 See I blend this old-game with this new
 And ain't no telling what a bitch will do
 Now picture you
 In my position
 Steady getting sweated by the opposition
 Could you handle
 All this scandal
 And keep on stepping like boots and sandals
 My handle, is young Mac Dre
 Silky slim, is my A.K.A
 And you know that bay is my rompin' grounds
 I mean stompin' grounds
 But I like the way Rompin' sounds
 So I'ma keep it
 Romp related
 And if it ain't down with the romp, I hate it

 Verse2(JT the Bigga Figga)
 Well let me jump into the pot with all the hustlers and players
 Chop potatoes with Phillie faders,Knocking niggas with Tre Eights
 But now I
 See my niggas at the spot with the session
 Illegal product
 Then people plotted, rotted with no confessions
 Smith and Wessons
 Demonstrations with Fully Autos, actin'
 Conversations at the lab to keep the trackers trackin'
 Double backin' to the spot where all the money filter
 Keep it on the down low
 You never tell about your scrilla
 On the reala
 I breaks it down in all directions
 It's the Fillmoe players with the O
 and the Crest connection
 All in the session with my folks, You know they got the Dolo
 Hit the gateway tracks, like some fiends in a forward Volvo
 Bought a Bolo
 Seen Kelly, mashed off, and then we hollered
 Trailing Coolio and Mac Dre in a green Impala
 Getting cloudy
 The laboratorys just like a porny
 Got a patient
 Cousin Quinn is making the shit get saramani
 Hella fetti
 We ready, steady, with all the bumbles
 Keeping it real with Dangerous Dame and Mac Mall in this fucking gumbo
 Straight paper
 Straight fetti
 Straight gumbo

 Verse3(Dangerous Dame)
 Niggas we pull
 Niggas will say so
 We hit the strip from San Jose, to Vallejo
 Make more scrilla by the mouth piece
 Non-talking niggas don't know shit about me
 Ignore 'em like bitches
 Respect
 There ain't a hand out
 Like a sore thumb, fake niggas always stand out
 Player hater prayer
 Praying that I buckle everyday
 Ain't worth five cents, or my knuckles to the face
 But my burners ain't feeling no flesh
 If you niggas wanna test
 Let it jump and we could put the shit to rest
 You thinking deeply
 But I be on service like a shark
 Consider me that hate, but see I serve you from the heart
 'cause love loves me
 And hate loves me
 So what the fuck you think?
 You can't fuck with me
 You paying dopefiends, to put 'em to work
 But now your money's gettin' low
 While I be getting low with this wicked flow
 You got at me last night
 but I wasn't asking who was bustin' the trigger
 I'm blowing big bomb smoke, yelling "Nothin' ass nigga"
 My pimping ain't soft
 I'm taking no losses
 So why the hell do you persist to put me in crosses?
 You thought it was shackles, but then they was ropes
 And now they're spider webs
 I broke on you hoes
 I know what you're doing before you do it
 Got an outside plan, but in the end you're looking stupid
 Huh, yeah
 'Cause Dangerous Dame got 'em riding on the freeway
 Actions speak louder
 I don't fuck with he say-she say
 Think you got game?
 Never could you have it
 You niggas are crying wolf, while I'll be fucking Jessica Rabbit
 Straight trading places
 But fool this ain't no dream
 You was happy as hell when you had me under your infra red beam

 Once again, get low for the East O
 Add a little recipe to the gumbo

 Verse4(Da Unda Dogg)
 Add me
 Mix me up
 Stir me in the pot with these niggas that fix me up
 See, back in '91, Coolio was the shit
 So now we cooking a batch of gumbo and it ain't gonna quit
 My nigga the Bigga Figga, adding that spice so fool it's saucy
 You bitches thinking you'll eat for free, well this shit is costly
 So back up off me
 And recognize the sound is poppin'
 Beause we steadily droppin' dope, like the keys you coppin'
 Mother fuckers, they get to actin foul
 When they know they can't fuck with the style
 Smile punk mother fucker, sucka, hating bustas
 Ain't no friends when it comes to ends, so you can not trust us
 But trust me
 You can not dust me, or try and bust me, dumbo
 your ass gets heated in this pot of gumbo