Mr. DJ - Gangsta Partna lyrics

Artist: Cool Breeze f/ Big Boi Album: Hoodlum Soundtrack Song: Gangsta Partna (Chorus) Who knows why we won't stop It goes on and on and on.... Who knows why we won't stop (Nobody move nobody make a sound) It goes on and on and on.... Hey My Partna got this way wit his toungue He told ya boy give me tha money wait right here til I'm done And made bomb When we get ya we gon' floss like stars From buyin outfits to everybody drinks at Charles We got them cars Black Range Rover wit bars Big Beama AMG kit with them stars Bro we hard Like when everybody buck at tha park Them girls be screamin Ya'll don't wanna make them start When we say Shhhh! They be quiet When we say jump They say when When I say get out my face don't preach They do it right then It ain't no mystery my partnas know I'm gangsta as Hell Bustin raps but so first I got some dank ta sell Four mo bails Three mo blocks two mo owes Ay everybody ridin gatorbacks and rims got chrome All the cribs got gates and all the Kids wear Nikes And ain't nobody girl trippin cause we'll cut of the lights (Chorus) Lets hit tha club Hate ta be a lamppost This tha night we get it tight and see who clockin the most Just bailed in off them dangerous streets Fresh off a Lick 5 G's a piece Me and my favorite gangsta partna did good this mornin We get love from Decatur cause we run this Point It felt good bro runnin off wit all that dough Man I had that n***a lay it down feel it for sho s**as flexin n' flauntin they gonna buck what they wanna When police look we ask em what tha f** they want We some high school drop-outs wit high cla** jobs Gettin weight from outta state And tell em we got robbed Calhoun Jeans brand new ride pockets fat 3 level condos wit a hustle ta match (CHORUS) Boi it's time ta beat the sac man Tha last one I'm burntThats why me and my Gangsta partna,Boots?Be dirty from all the workThat we put inn***a got cut up FirstThen I stood in We takin it back to reverse 8's Ya'll n***as thought we couldn't I'm talkin bout that old school sh** From the Swats Get so fiery from the Gentlemens club and Cheapinin out ya crops n***a Don't Stop Magic City right around the block And You know the (?????) on the camps And SouthernPlayalistic drop But I think I'm gonna catch the crib Gotta get up in the mornin and fix some breakfast for my kid And I did boy sho as my name is Dwayne but it ain't My gangsta partna pulled some young b**hes at tha skating rink Don't let them n***as smoke up the dank He said n***a what you thank Your gangsta partna turnin cake (CHORUS to fade)