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bohemian grove - what's gangsta? lyrics

[verse one: esco:]
its mr esco+bari to you, the don of the party
though ain’t no donner party, we don’t plan on eating no body
less it’s your girl then we’re stealing her and we ain’t saying sorry, no we some gangstas
go and fetch your mitt, you catching hands in all these stanzas
take it on the chin, it’s that or lead don’t try your chances
don’t take it so personally we just want them finances
when you hit the ground give me the loot quick, we bouncing afterwards
cash float so high me call me wise with the pennies
yours truly, fine dining, mans chowing at a denny’s
there’s not a lot like me, man, there ain’t that many really
it’s just footy, scar and i call us ed, edd and eddy
bo gro making moves bro, and boy we been moving militant
ain’t got no security, head stays swivelled, eyes are diligent
travel with the squad always, thinking bout drilling sh+t
better think twice and be prepared for that predicament

[verse two: footlong:]
it’s mr. 12 inches
take the beat and singe it
find my mixtape at the top of your mama’s wish list
had a couple b+tches do me dirty like the dishes so i pull up to the party with shotties that leave em limping
counting up the bodies, my shots don’t miss, pippen
sipping on bacardi, young hov i’m big pimping
cooking in the kitchen, got the sauce and grease dripping so when you see me in the stew you know the flavour’s most delicious
mad riches, my rocks rock ridiculous
bad b+tches, heard that jc’s the biggiest
big swishes, esco with the lay up
big things, me and esco on the way up
big rims on the drop top
had hit a high speed chase outta cop stop
had to hit the po+po with the pop pop
i’m the next big poppa
you’re looking at the motherf+cker “who shot ya?”
[verse three: esco:]
meticulously k!lling sh+t
jacky and i will murder it
ain’t got time for no coppers on our ass
we’ll leave no proof of it
no evidence of us ever being there, no blood to drip
we clean the scene so spotless, so quickly then it’s our turn to dip
this girl she wants to smash thinks i look like nick colletti
that’s a cinematic 7 seconds
don’t think that she ready
come at me again, see how it ends, i got the spoiler for you
it’s a crowd pleaser from the teaser, man i can assure you
known by opponenents a young capone up in your dome it’s;
footlong and esco, begging to pop him yes it’s loaded
but beggars can’t be, choosy
the draco or the uzi
it’s no issue to me
just pull up and you gon’ see
bohemian grove brother
shout out harlem, globetrotters
gun talks, it st+st+stutters
can’t run, you can’t hide from us
so don’t even try brudda
get grilled, melted like b+tter
no time like rush hour
you funny man, chris tucker
[verse four: footlong:]
bo gro pull up in the bang bus the answer to the question “what’s gangsta?” it’s us
we just, the two flyest boys at the stick up
got three phones so that’s why i never pick up
diamonds on me dancing boy i look like glitter
i pulled up on your b+tch she said i look much better
better find yourself a new way home
me and esco getting road dome from your main hoe
she do it cause we say so
so you better lay low ‘fore bo gro go loco
get smoko’d, end up looking like you quasimodo
esco pistol whip ya with the uzi or the draco
esco got drippage and floosies, he the most fuego
footlong fire in the stew, he the next quavo
together we link up to make a package most tasteful
that’s bo gro, you already know though

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