• Letra Oh No (feat. Fatal Hussein) de Gangsta Boo Ranking:
  • [Fatal]

    1 - (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club

    When at the club, we get so bumped

    We try to tear up some shit



    (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club

    When at the club, we get so bumped

    We try to tear up some shit



    (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club

    When at the club, we get so bumped

    We try to tear up some shit



    (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club

    When at the club, we get so bumped

    We try to tear up some shit



    [Gangsta Boo]

    Oh no, you can't

    Misses Gangsta Boo comin' atcha

    Wit niggas guaranteed to wet your fuckin coochies, watered up

    We be the roughest, my team be the buckest, my team be the quickest

    Makin' you say "What the fuck was it?!

    Who that be? Where she at? We besta get her, yo!"

    Triple 6, Gangsta Boo, why don't you come & get me ho?!

    Bet y'all niggas on the payroll, ready to swat you baby

    Slice & dice your ass like some fruit wit a chrome machetti

    I hope you ready to see Freddy in your fuckin' dreams

    Make believe shit come true, know what I mean nigga?

    I'm outta control like a fucked up roller coaster ride

    Let me get high, thought you mothafuckas died (nigga)

    I be the mindless, shoot bitches, when I flow

    I don't give a fuck 'cause ya hatin'

    What the fuck for?

    You do not pay me

    Neither do you break me

    Hypnotize comin' for real

    We paper chasin'



    Repeat 1



    [Fatal]

    (Oh no) I'm sick & tired of playin' wit these fuckin' hoes

    All my life I seen friends turned another fuckin' foes

    If a nigga out to sea, what the fuck you get back?

    A group of niggas sellin' dolo? 'caine

    Talkin' 'bout how you back

    I make the bullets that ? like...

    Don't believe me? Test me Jack

    *brrap, brrrrap brrap brap*

    You better be nimble, you better be quick

    When this fuckin' forty click

    It's gonna be cold in your partna's house

    Wit hoes in your doors bitch



    Ain't a killa, ain't a nigga, by the scrilla

    But a hustla, I'm by the struggle

    Keepin' the trouble, kickin' doors

    Guns to brang

    Slangin' 'caine

    In the snow, or in the rain


  • I'm gon' maintain

    In the street, or on the strip

    I'm makin' grips

    Shakin' dice

    The cheese, I flip

    I pimp a bitch

    Runnin' combs, on cellular phones

    I'm in your home

    Put them toes, up in your face

    So now it's on



    Repeat 1



    Ha, I got ? flicks

    Yes, on the C-B set cassette

    Make you deaf, ? ha, if you bitches wanna flex

    Catch a neck ? bent

    Like some missed up out your chest

    >From the ? chest

    Many bitches I been sexed

    By the Lord & this ?

    Rock a mic up off stage, if it's cordless

    Yes, love the gangsta way I test

    Take three thousand X

    I smoke the dope up in my Chevy

    Hit the head rest

    Kill 'em all, by the Three 6 multiplicity, no sympathy

    Namin' startin' from the C-B-Q

    Be from this infa-mee

    I rip it ?

    Ya pretty styles & sympathies go mentally?

    Make a believer ?, put it on the show, they called it rippley

    So picture the

    Sucka who chuckles wit buckles will really catch the knuckles

    Cuz hoes will duct tape you with ? you ain't got the muscle

    I leave you stiffened on the curb, make ya head like ?

    You don't want no posse ?



    They don't want it

    Fatal put the pump to your stomach

    Hittin' you up wit shots

    Give you reasons to run with

    The dumbest, ain't nothin' these cats get game from

    It's the verbal verdict

    It's venom, I'm dissin' 'em by the hundreds

    Train gas, tryin' to seal you in the rep-tain gap

    Hussein foul

    Put it in that apple

    Shit, you playin' now?

    >From Memphis to your city

    My fo-fo pretty

    Lil' Gold from sheezy

    Put the ? to your kitty

    Fuck wit Hussein & thugs

    That's your brain on drugs

    I bring the pain wit slugs

    Don't get slain then plug

    You'll get popped off

    Block wit hot shots, and dropped off

    I spot y'all, when I popped mines off

    It's them outlaws in Three 6, y'all can't do shit with

    That slick shit, sheisty, nasty, new brick, mix shit

    I'm tellin' you, you my man, I'm holdin' back from shellin' you

    Screw my plans

    And I'mma be pourin' out liquor, smokin' an L for you



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