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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gangsta Boo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
L. Mitchell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Producer
Lyrics
I can't believe I'm up in dis joint wit Gangsta Boo, I'm so high
Boogaloo, I'm so high, Purple Purple
Oh man, I'm so high
Good shit Gangsta Boo
The Juice always blown out on dat fire shit
I'm gettin high den a motherfucker
Damn
Some dumb boys be killin' me
Actin' like dey boom me pounds
I be lookin' for the fires
We will not come in ya town
Gangsta Boo the scandalous
That bitch so freaky when she high
Oops I ain't go lie, bump and smoke until the day I die
Ridin' in the Chevy and you know I'm smokin ink mayne
Got the bongs mayne
Limo tinted for you hataz mayne
Crusin' through my hood
I'm hot as fuck, my life is on suspension
I don't give a fuck
I'm constantly gotta smoke one bitch
As I come up on the spot to eat and sleep and do it all again
Gangsta at it again, clean as fuck I'm rollin twenty-twens
Call my nigga dank to see if he know where some hydro at
When I go get dank I got the glock nine and a vest
Rollin through the projects lookin for dat nigga wit dat dope
Fiendin' like a junkie thinkin' "damn a playa gotta smoke"
Actin like you ballin when you only sellin nicks and dimes
Shit dis habit of mine
Got me clickin' when I'm on the ground
Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high
Eye balls is like red as hell these bitches better recognize
Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high
(Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit)
Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high
Eye balls is like red as hell these bitches better recognize
Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high
(Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit)
So I got dis ghetty green
Look here nigga I'm a star
'Bout to hit the corner and rap stoned and get leaf cigar
I don't smoke on seeds but not to dis the ones unfortunate
If you need me, hook up wit me, I'll smoke you to death
All my niggas on dat good dope, if you high just clap yo hands
All my niggas on dat good dope, if you high just clap yo hands
Take a trip to Amsterdam
Smoke a blunt wit lady man
Always chiefin' gotta wake up wit a blunt up in my hand
It be funny how you dig
Cuz you got green and me and you be friends
If I let you smoke wit me, you lucky I'm a keep it real
I don't give a fuck about a beg or tryin' to smoke my weed
If you got some money you need to put half on dis fuckin green
Don't play wit the muthafuckin funky don't play
Smokin' on some hay
Once again hid in the black Hay (haven)
Actin like you ballin when you only sellin nicks and dimes
Shit dis habit of mine
Got me clickin when I'm on the ground
Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high
Eye balls is like red as hell these bitches better recognize
Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high
(Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit)
Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high
Eye balls is like red as hell these bitches better recognize
Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high
(Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit)
(Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit)
(Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit)
(Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit)
(Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit)
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Duane Beauregard
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