Lyrics Gangsta Shap - Tech N9ne , Kutt Calhoun
Huh
Yo
it
don′t
start
until
I
get
there
Show
them
how
to
Gansta
Shap
Cause
where
I'm
from
That′s
where
all
the
ganstaz
at
And
when
we
come
Yo
we
get
to
actin
a
ass
And
we
go
dumb
If
we
get
to
moving
to
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
More
then
super
dooey-ooowee
Cheers!
One
or
two
beers
and
you
shap
It's
like
lean
and
rock
wit
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
doin?
I′m
off
a
lil
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
Gang...
Gang
Gang...
Gang
Wait
a
minute
hold
up
There's
too
many
chiefs
and
not
enough
soldiers
For
the
world
wars
Standin
on
the
front
line
tight
in
my
toga
I′m
a
Greek
God
Blood
aphliated,
Deuce
Klik
Street
Mob
Man
I
put
this
souly
on
my
dookie
brown
dickeys
Hail
to
the
B
side
Can't
Aptivate
these
Killa
City
killings
Nigga
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
*Cocking
Gun*
All
we
do
is
this
*Gunshot*
Lately
it′s
been
through
a
bitch
And
that's
cost
for
livin
in
The
center
of
Killa
City
Where
these
niggaz
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
or
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
gangstaz
man
We
bring
the
trap
Remember
killaz
don′t
dance
man
We
G-G-G...
Gang...
G-G-G...
Gang...
Gang
Gang...
Gang
I
remember
my
school
days
When
I
was
dancer
Back
when
LL
Cool
J
was
walkin
with
a
panther
Actually
dancing
was
not
But
rap
was
the
answer
But
with
the
shap,
it's
cool
for
the
gangz
And
to
dance
to
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
bitch
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
Nigga
thanks
for
that
Imperial!
nigga
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
wit
it
Boy
we
need
some
wool
mittens
Ladies
just
roll
wit
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
bullshittin
1 Sex Out South
2 Gangsta Shap
3 Midwest Choppers
4 Big Scoob
5 Misery
6 I Can Feel It
7 Yeah Ya Can
8 Fan or Foe
9 Get Ya Head Right
10 Kansas City Shuffle (intro)
11 Midwest Choppers
12 That Box
13 Misery
14 Gangsta Shap
15 That Box
16 Sex Out South
17 Get Ya Head Right
18 Fan Or Foe
19 Girl Crazy "Crazy Love"
20 Girl Crazy "Crazy Love"
21 2 Piece
22 2 Piece
23 Big Scoob
24 Yeah Ya Can
25 I Can Feel It
26 Karma (Skit)
27 You Don't Want It
28 Message to the Black Man
29 The P.A.S.E.O. (The Poem Aaron Saw Extra Ordinary)
30 The P.A.S.E.O. (The Poem Aaron Saw Extra Ordinary)
31 You Don't Want It
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