Gangsta Boo - Don't Stand So Close Lyrics
[Chorus 8X]
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
Rip you bitches mugs off
Lookin at me fire hot
Rollin wit my brother E
Take me to your stash spot
Queen of Memphis reppin
Crazy lady steppin
Comin wit tha automatic chrome tone weapon
Nigga yah you know the biz
What you in my face for
Add teeth gold bracelet wit tha fuckin bezzle
Cruisin wit tha limo
Tint on my window
Pop a half X
Now I'm ready to get felt on
On my way to New York
Get the latest fashion
Head on back to Memphis
Hit the Pure Passion
Shake it shake your ass bitch
Sexy fine thang you
Mad hoes always got something about the Gangsta Boo
Catch me at the Grammy's
Wit a blunt, runnin shit
Fuck you sissy bitches
Ya'll can't fuck wit me, I'm runnin shit
Everybody know
All my niggaz do just what I say
Nowhere close to me
Check the fuckin resume
[Repeat Chorus 8X]
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Don't stand much closer
I can't focus
On the snow ?????????????
This automatic
Start to splattin
Cappin, fuck the police
My millimeter
Like my peter
Keep em rippin apart
Evaporate em
On this caper
Sissy boy wit no heart
A lot of punks
They talk that junk
Up on that fuck the Scarecrow
I'm super cool
You act a fool
You coward you gotta go
I'm mega ?????? super pimp
?????????? to the grave
But if I'm trippin off that hay
That be the end of the day
[Verse 3: Crunchy Blac]
Don't stand so motha fuckin close to me
If you stand too close you get the elbow G
Go on young nigga
Tryna start some shit
If you start some shit
Nigga this what you get
I'm a rock and roll
I'm a lock and unload
I'm a lay your weak ass down on the floor
In this gotdamn club
Cause i told you bro
Don't stand so motha fuckin close to me
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 4: Juicy J]
Let me be me
Let you be you
Let me smoke my weed
You can do what you do
If I'm ridin in the Bentley
Don't be mad at me
Your baby momma
Wanna holla
Know she glad to see
A classy playa from the North
Wit a bag of good
Fifth of hen
Pint of gin
Rollin through the hood
If i seem a little hot
I can't help myself
You betta catch up witcho kind
And fuck wit somebody else
[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
Now I'm a lock you in the fuckin trunk
While i hit the fuckin funk
Now I'm goin crazy boy
All i see is blood boy
Shoot you in the fuckin arm
Pop you in the fuckin leg
Sit back
Sip syrup
And watch your snitchin ass beg, bitch
Stay away from Lil Craig
Claimin you his friend hoe
All up in my brother's face
Knowin you wanna be him hoe
Niggaz don't fuck wit you
Niggaz tryna kill you
Everybody know you the police
So we gon peel you
The real don't feel you
(Scratching till end)
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
Gangsta Boo - Don't Stand So Close Lyrics
(Chorus 10x)
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
[Lord Infamous]
Runnin' to the beats, done pushed you off cause we like greedy
When I'm shootin' pool, I blast... cuz I'm feisty
Lord and here comes the two to the three and four
Five six after seven
Fucked up, snorted out, drunk, and them I'm blown
But when we tear the club up
You best believe you won't come out that hole
Cool, when you hit the ones is gone, on the blow
But mind you, you best die then fuck with my cocked 3 time
[DJ Paul]
Nigga, nigga, it's the Tear Da Club Up Thugs with the Gangsta Boo
>From Three 6 Mafia, Mafia now what'cha you wanna do
Gangsta party where the fuck
Lucky Luchi set 'em up
Put your goods in the bag
A heavy boys get 'em up
Fools all up in my face
On some prepared to take my place
Or be in my shoes
Or find out it ain't that safe
Up in the club we clean house like a renovator
Bust 2 times in his mouth
My glock can't see you later
(Chorus 8x)
[Juicy "J"]
It's that nigga from the north
Smokin' on a short Newport
If you wanna get high with me
Roll a blunt and light the torch (nigga)
Strap it on my waste
3-5-7 nigga play
For you robbers who wanna rob
And you haters out to hate
Wave your guns up in the air
And cock 'em back if it's a must
If you don't give a fuck
Pull the trigger and let it bust (fool)
It's the Tear Da Club Up Thugs
Buckin', blastin' in your club
Never ever showin' love
Just pullin' guns and poppin' slugs
[Gangsta Boo]
It's a two game table
Ok ya heard it from Fatal
But I'm not robbin' your cradle
I'm gettin' closer to be your neighbor
Unfadeable to any motherfucker who cross my path
A wrath full of blood bath
Take it with questions last
I leave you wet
Nigga, in a split second
Waitin' for the next to run up with my bullet to ?
Be on my chest the Smith and Wesson got you niggas just guessin'
Will she leave a bloody mess with the family upsettin' (ugh)
(Chorus 8x)
[Gangsta Boo]
The fuckin' message that I'm stressin' is I don't fuck around
Cause on my side of town niggas beat the fuck outta clowns
Don't say no more
Open wide Roy, Leo's a lion
Got you cryin' cause excitement over shit that I'm writin'
I'm quick to take a bitch, nigga
Take the nigga bitch
Act scared, you done heard about the lady from the six
What you do know won't hurt you in the long run
What you do know that I keep 'em risin' like the sun, ask Crunchy Blac
I'm a nigga know that's with me
How this lady got you bitches faded oh so easily
What you tryin' to be
A little naughty nigga that you not
Tryin' to get popped with the glock that I keep in stock
I can't be playin' with bitches
They can't be playin' with me
Cause I don't play with all the motherfuckers kids, you see
I try too hard to be the pimpin' lady that I am
Pam Porter reporting you playa hatas
With a plan of gettin' ya
(Chorus to fade)
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