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  • Song Lyrics » C » Cool Breeze » Gangsta Partna Lyrics
    (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)