Kutt Calhoun - Gangsta Shap lyrics

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Kutt Calhoun - Gangsta Shap lyrics

[Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko] Huh, yo, it don't start until I get there, show 'em how to Gangsta Shap Cause where I'm from, that's where all the gangstas at And when we come, yo we get to acting a a** And we go (Dumb) if we get to moving too fast See we go stuie-ooowee, rep from the Bay, all the way To Missouri-ouri, back it up on me mama Look what you do to me-ooowee We do it raw dawg, off caribou louy-ooowee Or that super dooey-ooowee Cheers! One or two beers and you shap, it's like Lean and rock with it, only you don't lean and snap, you like "Left side, right side, hands about, chest high" Then you wink at shorty in the corner with the left eye (How you doing?) I'm off a little somethin' leanin' Weed got me nervous, got a lil' trouble breathin' (Breathin') Me and my heathen's is about to turn this mother out Dip in the whip, burn rubber out Gangsta Shap [Hook] (8X) Gang-Gang-Gangsta Shap [Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun] Wait a minute, hold up There's too many chiefs and not enough soldiers For the world wars, standin' on the front line Tighten my toga I'm a Greek God Blood affiliated, Deuce Klik Street Mob Man I put this souly on my dookie brown dickeys Hail to the B side Can't Aptivate these k**a City k**ings n***a you can't calculate big clips long Inner City menaces, these kids get it (On) We don't fight no more, all we do is this All we do is this, lately it's been through a b**h And that's cost for livin' in, the center of k**a City Where these n***as Willy Wonk and choppin' any men Who feeling they really raw, get to pullin' dogs At the dark demonians, nobody for you to call When they do this all just a harsh remembrance You might have got through it all but was too involved And it's very scary, it's kind of pathetic Nobody is sympathetic, when you dead and buried We rugged and rigid no pun is intended And when them thangs go clap We gangstas man, we bring the trap Remember k**as don't dance man We G-G-G-Gang-G-G-G [Hook] (8X) [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] I re-member my school days, when I was a dancer Back when LL Cool J was walking with a panther Actually dancing was not, but rap was the answer But with the shap, it's cool for the gangsta to dance too Still here we stand with this dance that spread like a cancer Cool for the man, even the woman with the baby in pampers Dancin' is deep and it's dirty like the crevice of your hamper Raisin' your hands up high in this b**h cause you amped up (Go!) Nike, Air Jordan at the bottom in the middle was a Nautica pair Lot of erotica there, but up top I got the gangsta black Doin' the Gangsta Shap, n***a thanks for that Imperial n***a You don't want to see me go speedy, bro need to see me flow Never get this choppin' up out of me, he better see the dough We be so cold with it, boy we need some wool mittens Ladies just roll with it, everything is cool, kitten Tilt your head like you got some screws missin' But have that look on your face Like when you say you bullsh**tin' Gangsta Shap