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Gangsta Boo Miscellaneous Don't Stand So Close '2001' f/ Three 6 Mafia [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 |
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