(feat. Da Unda Dogg, Dangerous Dame, JT the Bigga Figga)

[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 mother$#&@ing gumbo?

[Mac Dre]
Yeah ^!$$%, gum in the mother $#&@ bo
[Da Unda Dogg]

Like that there?
[Mac Dre]
Yeah, I got my ^!$$%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 @@#! since ten years old
See I blend this old-game with this new

And ain't no telling what a (*##$ 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 ^!$$%s with Tre Eights
But now I
See my ^!$$%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 !@$^y
Got a patient
Cousin Quinn is making the %#@! get saramani

Hella fetti
We ready, steady, with all the bumbles
Keeping it real with Dangerous Dame and Mac Mall in this $#&@ing gumbo
Straight paper
Straight fetti

Straight gumbo

[Verse3: Dangerous Dame]
^!$$%s we pull
^!$$%s will say so

We hit the strip from San Jose, to Vallejo
Make more scrilla by the mouth piece
Non-talking ^!$$%s don't know %#@! about me
Ignore 'em like (*##$es
Respect

There ain't a hand out
Like a sore thumb, fake ^!$$%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 ^!$$%s wanna test
Let it jump and we could put the %#@! 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 $#&@ you think?
You can't $#&@ 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' $$# ^!$$%"
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 $#&@ with he say-she say
Think you got game?
Never could you have it
You ^!$$%s are crying wolf, while I'll be $#&@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 ^!$$%s that fix me up
See, back in '91, Coolio was the %#@!
So now we cooking a batch of gumbo and it ain't gonna quit
My ^!$$% the Bigga Figga, adding that spice so fool it's saucy
You (*##$es thinking you'll eat for free, well this %#@! is costly
So back up off me
And recognize the sound is poppin'
Beause we steadily droppin' dope, like the keys you coppin'
Mother $#&@ers, they get to actin foul
When they know they can't $#&@ with the style
Smile punk mother $#&@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 $$# gets heated in this pot of gumbo