[Intro: Project Pat & Boogelou]
Hello, hello, hello?
Pat, what's up mane, whats up?
Boogelou, whats up mane?
Mane yea mane, a n***a done messed me off down here dawg
I got caught for a weak azz pistol charge. Mane dese folkz
Gon try mane make a n***a do a whole mutha fuckin calendar
Dawg
I need ya to send me sumthin'
I gotcha, what happened?
Mane, I was messin' off wit my n***a mane, mane dis shit fucked up

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
I gotta call from my dawg Gangsta Fred just the other day
Met some n***a from the other way, wanna purchase yay
Said they wanna gеt good shit for the low-low
Fred grew up with this n***a by thе bayou
Could be the po-po, that's the way my mind think
Thought about the shit for a minute, then I took a drank
Thinkin' of a come up, knowin' I ain't gonna fall
Call up my cousin, Poncho, let 'em rob us all

[Hook]
If you hoes wanna go there
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In the streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
If you hoes wanna go there
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In the streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I'm gon' set dis shit up for a secluded area
Tell him bring himself and a duffle bag carrier
Met him 4 am, Hickory Hill, at a Exxon
In a hot car, TEC-9 and a Ruger gun
Another n***a came, with the n***a, they got out of 'Lac
Fred slammed da dope across da trunk, "Where the cheese at?"
N***a took a sniff, and he seen that the shit was straight
Said that the loot was in his trunk, now I'm thinkin', "Wait."
"What's goin' on?", partner took da dope off the trunk
Raisin' up my TEC, n***a in the trunk raised a pump
Bullets popped off, Fred caught one in the chest
Lucky for my nigg', he was wearin' bulletproof vest
Shootin' TEC, but I coulda died, 'cause it jammed up
Pump at my dome, that's when Poncho V done slammed up
Shot da .45, blowin' both n***as ass off
Think we got 'em down wit' da cheese and da sawed-off

[Hook]
If you hoes wanna go dere
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In da streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
If you hoes wanna go there
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In the streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangster, we can get gangster, we can get gangster
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)