What's up boy

What's happening playa just sitting here you know

Putting together some of that ghetto gumbo you know

Some motherf**king gumbo

Yeah n**ga gum in the motherf**k bo

Like that there

Yeah I got my n**gas in here we finna put it down

You know what I'm saying real real special

You know check it out like this here

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 d**e thangs

And what that h*e 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**k since ten years old

See I blend this old game with this new

And ain't no telling what a b**ch 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

Well let me jump into the pot with all the hustlers and players

Chop potatoes with Phillie Faders knocking n**gas with Tre eights

But now I

See my n**gas 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 sh*t get saramani

Hella fetti

We ready steady with all the bumbles

Keeping it real with dangerous dame and mac mall in this f**king gumbo

Straight paper

Straight fetti

Straight gumbo

N**gas we pull

N**gas will say so

We hit the strip from San Jose to Vallejo

Make more scrilla by the mouth piece

Non talking n**gas don't know sh*t about me

Ignore 'em like b**ches

Respect

There ain't a hand out

Like a sore thumb fake n**gas 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**gas want to test

Let it jump and we could put the sh*t 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**k you think

You can't f**k with me

You paying d**e fiends 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**ga

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 h*es

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**k with he say she say

Think you got game

Never could you have it

You n**gas are crying wolf while I'll be f**king 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 oh

Add a little recipe to the gumbo

Add me

Mix me up

Stir me in the pot with these n**gas that fix me up

See back in 91 coolio was the sh*t

So now we cooking a batch of gumbo and it ain't gonna quit

My n**ga the bigga figga adding that spice so fool it's saucy

You b**ches thinking you'll eat for free well this sh*t is costly

So back up off me

And recognize the sound is poppin'

Because we steadily droppin' d**e like the keys you coppin'

Mother f**kers they get to actin' foul

When they know they can't f**k with the style

Smile punk mother f**ker 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