Mac Dre gumbo Lyrics

[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 m_________ing gumbo?
[Mac Dre]
Yeah n____, gum in the mother f___ bo
[Da Unda Dogg]
Like that there?
[Mac Dre]
Yeah, I got my n____s 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 c___ since ten years old
See I blend this old-game with this new
And ain't no telling what a b____ 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 n____s with Tre Eights
But now I
See my n____s 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 p___y
Got a patient
Cousin Quinn is making the s___ get saramani
Hella fetti
We ready, steady, with all the b__bles
Keeping it real with Dangerous Dame and Mac Mall in this f___ing gumbo
Straight paper
Straight fetti
Straight gumbo

Verse3(Dangerous Dame)
n____s we pull
n____s will say so
We hit the strip from San Jose, to Vallejo
Make more scrilla by the mouth piece
Non-talking n____s don't know s___ about me
Ignore 'em like b____es
Respect
There ain't a hand out
Like a sore thumb, fake n____s 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 n____s wanna test
Let it jump and we could put the s___ 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 f___ you think?
You can't f___ 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' a__ n____"
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 f___ with he say-she say
Think you got game?
Never could you have it
You n____s are crying wolf, while I'll be f___ing 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 n____s that fix me up
See, back in '91, Coolio was the s___
So now we cooking a batch of gumbo and it ain't gonna quit
My n____ the Bigga Figga, adding that spice so fool it's saucy
You b____es thinking you'll eat for free, well this s___ is costly
So back up off me
And recognize the sound is poppin'
Beause we steadily droppin' dope, like the keys you coppin'
Mother f___ers, they get to actin foul
When they know they can't f___ with the style
Smile punk mother f___er, 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 a__ gets heated in this pot of gumbo