I Got That Gangsta

This here goes out to my man gili gili
Hit wit that dumb shit weezy i
Got cha go to jail do life not
Five to ten me and sergio
Getting down thays my man fam my niggas
Don't give jean- claude vandamme about you
We don't play around bring that k around
Spray tha town, take tha ground
Take tha ground that you walk
On tap the phones that
You talk on jam you up and take your arms
Off hit you twice with that
Sawed off and your
Nigga watch your head fall off hit em weezy
Shout Out to everybody man
But uh let uh let me just prepare
Them let me just let em know
Uhh just so u know that the future
Imma be on this rock shit u understand me
This real rock shit its gettin real crazy
But uh imma keep rappin for y'all and shit to
Cuz i know ya'll like that shit
I know y'all like that shit
I know y'all like that shit
And uh just in case if y'all want to know
What i was actually saying at the end
Of that performance on BET hip
Hop awards cuz i know they probably
Cut a lot of that out i had said uh
Give me a beat Gudda, come on oh yea come on
We about to take it back to New Orleans
Lets go oh oh oh
Bitch didn't ya momma tell ya not
To fuck wit them aliens
Im just tryin to mate
Like a fucking Australian
Dreams of fucking Mrs sarah Palin
And don't McCain look like his
Heart about to fail em
But scratch that shit
Young money we the greatest
Add another check to my checkin and savins
And afour fs to the weezy f baby
Nah im weezy fuckin fuckin
Fuckin fuckin fuckin baby
Dedication 3 we out this hoe
Actually we in yo hoe wayne Talkin
I Feel Me
(The Drought is over Part 6 coming 11 19
08)

(DJ Drama) Hahaha u thought it was over
Let me give u some D4 bitch I Feel Me!
Yea!! AHHHHHH!!
I got the game mad
And i ain't talking about homie in LA neither
I say I got so much money man I
Don't know what to do wit it
I was thinkin bout gettin some
And lettin u spend it
Hey i do it way bigger than u did it
I'm sitting on them jordans
It must be the shoes in me
I get real ignorant cruel really cruel
When it rains just tell em to
Get in the pool silly
Who really pourin with us?
Home boy you trippin u gunna
Fall and bust your ass
I can rap fast but i like slow betterwhy?
Cuz bitch imma flow better fl-y fl-y fly
With no feathers and if you want know bad
U gunna know better yea
I'm talkin young money army weezy aka
I got enough money on me
Yea and y'all niggers phony
I got some bullets wit yall pictures on them
Haha y'all really don't want me
And i blast off on beat
She make u leave and u just do
You and she just do me i told ya