Gangsta Partna Lyrics - Singles - Cool Breeze

(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 nigga lay it down feel it for sho 

Suckas flexin n' flauntin they gonna buck what they wanna 

When police look we ask em what tha fuck they want 

We some high school drop-outs wit high class 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 innigga got cut up 

Firstthen I stood in 

We takin it back to reverse 8's 

Ya'll niggas thought we couldn't 

I'm talkin bout that old school shit 

From the swats 

Get so fiery from the gentlemens club and 

Cheapinin out ya crops 

Nigga 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 bitches at tha skating rink 

Don't let them niggas smoke up the dank 

He said nigga what you thank 

Your gangsta partna turnin cake 

(chorus to fade)