She Gansta

Paul Wall

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    (*humming*)

    [Chamillionaire]
    Now she's mo-ving through the club, in her gangsta strut
    Her weapon's loaded up, and now she's aiming to bust ow-ow
    So gangsta, the way she shoots
    You found a thug, I'm down with you
    Instead of filling him up with lead, with gun shots to the head
    She's at the bar she's getting him drunk, and he taking shots to the head
    Now he's laying stiff off in the bed, but no he's not really dead
    See that punk drunk and he passed out, while she dash out with his bread
    You bum a clot see you done forgot, nigga you dumb you not
    Suppose to go buy a mall for a hoe, cause she wanna shop
    See ya not suppose to buy a car lot, cause she want a drop
    Maybe not go buy a mountain, just cause that hoe wanted a rock
    Niggaz better stick to the G-code, speaking to hoes with my teeth froze
    I peep hoes like a peephole, cause I'm sneaky I sneak hoes
    Like a thief out of the clothes, and they don't even expect it
    One minute she's telling her friend I'm cute, until poof she's naked
    Yes it's the thick hips and the big tits, and her lipstick and her cleavage
    And her weave is weaponry, and security didn't see this
    She is dressed to kill, you blind if you think she ain't a
    Visual Soprano can't handle her, cause she's gangsta

    (*humming*)

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    [Chamillionaire]
    She cocks it back and pull and shoot, cause she can see I'm pulling roofs
    Off the top of the new drop, but she forgot I'm bulletproof
    My chest is a permanent vest, I guess I'm not who you thought
    No matter how fine or smart, a girl can not damage my heart
    Think you've guessed it right, she's trying to get you for your cream
    But it's alright tonight, I've also got a scheme
    To hear nice things, like I wan' get between them jeans
    And then I'ma send you home, ain't nothing but wedding dreams
    See every cent is equivalent to a bullet, so it ain't no
    Damn hoe, giving me the shooter run out of my ammo
    I'm like Rambo in the cruiser, I maneuver with a Ruger
    Cause I'm sitting propped up on the non-stoppers, any jacker with a prover
    Excuse her who you talking to sir, nigga I'm talking to you
    See that hoe came in the club with me, how could she walk in with you
    Nigga I don't know I ain't certain, you ain't gotta be no brain surgeon
    If you got game then it ain't working, nigga getting two to the brain curtains
    You seen that show t.v. Bachelor, how them ladies react
    Well everyday Chamillionaire's life is like, a episode of that
    Ha-ha her car break down on a hill, I bet she make you get out and push
    Taking that chick to Foot Locker, she never leave without a Swoosh and that's gangsta

    (*talking*)

    [Chamillionaire]
    Million tempted by female, them smelling so good
    She get in bed he swelling, she tell him he sho' should
    Sex and sweat and yelling, them can tell I'm so hood
    So I think I'm bout to claim her, I'm bout to tame her
    Danger, damage you better believe she ain't ya
    Average type of gangsta, excuse me what is your name girl
    Danger, she's dressed to kill she's gangsta
    Looking like a model, while she's kissing trying to bang ya
    Smoking holes in dead bodies, just pulling hoes with their bodies
    Full of tattoos matter fact who, running with boo and nails prbably
    A drug dealer or a thug nigga, with a couple rocks in his left shoe
    Chopping up rocks till he get through, but he trying to get a knot to impress you
    Tell me what the hell is his purpose, putting diamonds all on her fist
    The reason you doing dirt kiss, money could buy that guy he's worthless
    Game tighter than her skirt is, as she leaves him in pieces
    Till she eases her cleavage out, and sees it's his weakness
    Think, your body's tight the mood is right and if it seems
    That you're not in love with my money, more than me
    I'll be the king on the throne, you can be my queen
    Baby let's get it on, come be on my dream team

    (*humming*)

    [Chamillionaire]
    See I'm telling you fellas, she more gangsta than you'll ever be
    She get cheddar can get a G, without cocking the desert E'
    Never shot been on lock a lot, but it wasn't for felonies
    Man fussing and handcuffing, he doesn't wanna let her free
    Hispanic, Asian, Caucasian, even my Black queens
    Not all of them are after do', though
    Eighty percent of them, are only after that green
    She wanna slam candy do's, and ride 4's
    But, no-no-no-no
    Baby I don't think so, I don't think sooo
    She wanna slam, candy do's
    Tell her I don't think so, I don't think sooo

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