whassup boy what s happening playa just sitting here you know putting together some of that ghetto gumbo you know some motherfucking gumbo yeah nigga gum in the mother fuck bo like that there yeah i got my niggas 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 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 cock since ten years old see i blend this old game with this new and ain t no telling what a bitch 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 well let me jump into the pot with all the hustlers and players chop potatoes with phillie faders knocking niggas with tre eights but now i see my niggas 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 shit get saramani hella fetti we ready steady with all the bumbles keeping it real with dangerous dame and mac mall in this fucking gumbo straight paper straight fetti straight gumbo verse3 niggas we pull niggas will say so we hit the strip from san jose to vallejo make more scrilla by the mouth piece non talking niggas don t know shit about me ignore em like bitches respect there ain t a hand out like a sore thumb fake niggas 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 niggas wanna test let it jump and we could put the shit 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 fuck you think you can t fuck 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 ass nigga 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 fuck with he say she say think you got game never could you have it you niggas are crying wolf while i ll be fucking 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 add me mix me up stir me in the pot with these niggas that fix me up see back in 91 coolio was the shit so now we cooking a batch of gumbo and it ain t gonna quit my nigga the bigga figga adding that spice so fool it s saucy you bitches thinking you ll eat for free well this shit is costly so back up off me and recognize the sound is poppin beause we steadily droppin dope like the keys you coppin mother fuckers they get to actin foul when they know they can t fuck with the style smile punk mother fucker 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 ass gets heated in this pot of gumbo