How Gangstas Roll [feat. Crys Wall] [Amended Album Version] (feat. Crys Wall   Amended Album Version)

How Gangstas Roll [feat. Crys Wall] [Amended Album Version] (feat. Crys Wall Amended Album Version)

Paul Wall

[Chorus]
You could catch me ridin' in da lac,
Top down, seat back, keepin' heat up on my lap,
I'm throwed, (I'm throwed).
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand,
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed (I'm blowed).
Any day of the week, new grill, new piece,
From my head to my feet, I'm cold (I'm cold).
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side,
Man that's how gangstas roll (that's how gangstas roll).

I'm higher than a top flight, throwed like a splitter,
My pockets keep gettin' bigga, cause I'm one bad figga.
Boppas n gold diggas on the track at work,
I'm hurtin' feelins in that Bens wit a deuce and a Squirt.
I'm a fillibuster for hustlas, invadin' dem mark bustas.
Leanin' like I'm on crutches as I ski taste slurp.
Swangin' and woodworkin' convertin' this closed curtains,
For certain, I betta not spill no purple drank on my shirt.
I'm hustle for occupation, I'm grindin' paper chasin,
These boys is steady hatin' so this pistol I'm embracin'.
That lac is so amasin' and da elbows is skatin'.
Cranker wires n vogue tires, one hell of collaboration.
Amos, Farris n Slaton, we Jordan Jackson n Pippen.
Banana clip for them snitches tryin' to monkey wrench my pimpin'.
Neva been caught slippin' cause that glock I hold,
Now let me tell ya how I roll come on

[Chorus]

Comin' down in a candy lac, old skool,
Wavin' trunk on dem punks, act a fool,
Tippin' paint, drippin' wet, like a pool,
Breakin' brews, neck cool, it's full of jewels.
Rumor is that them jackas on da sideline schemin' and plottin'.
But my mind on dem boppas if I spot'em I got 'em.
I got slabs I got foreigns wit da seats all plush,
I got brandy wine gloss, baby please don't touch.
I got 20's I got 4's I got screens and such.
Boppas yappin' cause they say I tend to cap too much.
I got starch in my jeans and da crease so sharp.
Headlights on my ear when the night get dark,
White ones on my toes brand new out the box.
Interior decoratin' the watch I'm connectin' the dots.
I got stocks I got money that's a fat billfold,
Now let me tell ya how I roll come on

[Chorus]

Hatin' is so contagious these days there's no cure,
This new outbreak in Houston is out of hand for sure.
These boys is steady lyin' my money is multiplyin'
Look close there's no denyin' them boys softer than fur.
Killa kush smoke I blow as the lungs inhale,
Gangsta leanin' on dat oil I got a story to tell.
Laws trippin' when they see me askin' "what's that smell",
Raw fed exed me some x pills we call it e mail.
Lights camera action I'm the shit and I show it,
A young gangsta hood boy, so fly and I know it.
Steady breakin' boys off,
5 karats in earlobes givin' somethin' that you can feel,
My swangas is en vogue.
I'm too cool for school all work no play,
Impeccable with this pen I got somethin' to say.
My repertoire is throwed I follow the G code,
Let me tell ya how I roll come on

[Chorus]

Written by WILLIAMS, LEROY/GAYE, MARVIN P/NYX, JAMES
Published by EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.

Chat About This Song