[A.L.T.] G's up, hoes down, pull your gun out... G's up, hoes down, pull your gun out...
(Verse 1) Do you wanna dance with me, let's do the gangsta waltz It's bounding like a thousand volt Like an electric volt that goes {*bzzz*} ZAP Or a six-pack, (???) smoke, whenever I rap Who's that, the hard heads, of course, it's us Now everyone supports or endorses us Expect, of course, how bitches are divorcin' us They want the Porshes, the money and the orchestras I even got burned from my tax return But I learned how to hide all the stacks I earn Let the turntables turn, let the drugs burn Step back, I might stamp like some thugs on sherm I'm blessed, they don't test me for cess these days Bitch, get undressed, just molest my face Now fuck peace, you can rest in rage Me and Tony rock the casa, can you guess my age
Chorus: A.L.T. G's up, hoes down, pull your gun out We can do the gangsta waltz Let a couple fly, make everybody run out We can do the gangsta waltz G's up, hoes down, pull your gun out We can do the gangsta waltz Let a couple fly, make everybody run out We can do the gangsta waltz
(Verse 2) Do you wanna get high with me, smoke a philly crone (You feel me) What's really goin' on What's really gonna happen when I'm rappin' and the crowd starts Snappin', flippin' out, stompin' and clappin' They got the hand stamp, now they want back in You tell 'em "No," and they might start attackin' I hate this I don't need to take this crap It's a mistake to push my buttons, you might make me snap I reach back, just like that, and go smack Now your eyes all black, your cigarettes in ya lap Look at that, better pack on the foundation It's a case, fool, you got beat like a bitch foundation Start to chase, it's a sticky situation It's the thirteenth, it's Friday, and I'm Jason You seen the movie, here's the knife and a pistol Tonight, you ran from the Boogieman in Camp Crystal
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(Verse 3) Do you wanna ride with me, in a Lex And have sex, while my homeboy directs Just relax until you hear "Action" Then show me your rack like the girls do in Maxim And when I get 'em through the bedroom doors It's strange, but they change to derange little whores When it rains, it pours, got 'em on all fours Like porn stars, fuckin' on my hardwood floors Intense, but eventually I'm convinced I'm a rap for a century Don't get all pissed at me or want sympathy When they mention the Hellafyde symphony It's a classic and every A&R who passed it I call them rat little bastards What the fuck were you thinking, are you all on acid Bag 'em up, ship 'em out, paper or plastic
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