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How Gangstas Roll (Amended Album Version) - Paul Wall/Crys Wall

Written by：Mr. Lee

You could catch me ridin'

In the lac top down

Seat back

Keepin' heat up on my lap

I'm throwed

I'm throwed

Every hood that I'm in

White cup in my hand

Blowin' chin the wind

I'm blowed

I'm blowed

Any day of the week

New grill new piece

From my head to my feet

I'm cold

I'm cold

New shoes on my ride bad

Is on my side

Man that's how gangstas roll

That's how gangstas roll

I'm higher than a top flite

Throwed like a splitter

My pockets keep gettin' bigger

'Cuz I'm one bad figure

Boppas and gold

Diggaz on the track at work

I'm hurtin' feelings in the benz

With a deuce and a squirt

I'm a fillibuster for hustlaz

Invadin' them mark bustaz

Leanin' like I'm on crutches

As I ski taste slurp

Swangin' and woodworkin'

Convertin' this closed curtains

For certain I betta not spill

No purple drank on my shirt

I'm hustle for occupation

I'm grindin' paper chasin

Deez boyz is steady hatin'

So this *

That I'm embracin'

Dat lac is so amazin'

When the elbows is skatin'

Cranker wires and vogue tires

One hell of collaboration

Amos farris n slaton

We Jordan Jackson and pippen

Banana clip for dem snitches

Tryin' to monkey wrench my pimpin'

Neva been caught slippin'

'Cuz they *

I hold

Now let me tell ya how I roll

Come on

You could catch me ridin'

In the lac top down

Seat back

Keepin' heat up on my lap

I'm throwed

I'm throwed

Every hood that I'm in

White cup in my hand

Blowin'

Chin the wind

I'm blowed

I'm blowed

Any day of the week

New grill new piece

From my head to my feet

I'm cold

I'm cold

New shoes on my ride

Bad *

On my side

Man that's how gangstas roll

Comin' down in a candy lac

Old skool

Wavin' trunk on dem punks

Act a fool

Tippin' paint drippin' wet

Like a pool

Breakin' brews neck cool

It's full of jewels

Rumor is dat dem jackers on da sideline

Schemin' and plottin'

But my mind on dem boppaz

If I spot'em I got'em

I got slabs I got foreigns

With the seats all plush

I got brandy wine gloss

Baby please don't touch

I got 20's I got 4's

I got screens and such

Boppaz yappin' 'cuz they say

I tend to cap too much

I got starch in my jeans

And da crease so sharp

Headlights on my ear

When the night get dark

White ones on my toes

Brand new out the box

Interior decoratin' the watch

I'm connectin' the dots

I got stocks I got money

That's a fat billfold

Now let me tell ya how I roll

Come on

You could catch me ridin'

In the lac top down

Seat back

Keepin' heat up on my lap

I'm throwed

I'm throwed

Every hood that I'm in

White cup in my hand

Blowin'

Chin the wind

I'm blowed

I'm blowed

Any day of the week

New grill new piece

From my head to my feet

I'm cold

I'm cold

New shoes on my ride

Bad *

On my side

Man that's how gangstas roll

That's how gangstas roll

Hatin' is so contagious

These days there's no cure

This new outbreak in houston

Is out of hand for sure

These boyz is steady lyin'

My money is multiplyin'

Look close there's no denyin'

Them boyz softer than fur

Killa kush smoke I blow

As the lungs inhale

Gangsta leanin' on dat oil

I got a story to tell

Lawz trippin' when they see me askin'

What's that smell

Raw fed exed me some

Is we call it email

Lights camera action

I'm the * and I show

A young gangsta hood boy

So fly and I know it

Steady breakin' boys off

5 karats in earlobes

Givin' somethin' that you can feel

My swangin's is en sogue

I'm too cool for school

All work no play

Impeccable with this pen

I got somethin' to say

My repertoire is throwed

I follow the G code

Let me tell ya how I roll

Come on

You could catch me ridin'

In the lac top down

Seat back

Keepin' heat up on my lap

I'm throwed

I'm throwed

Every hood that I'm in

White cup in my hand

Blowin'

Chin the wind

I'm blowed

I'm blowed

Any day of the week

New grill new piece

From my head to my feet

I'm cold

I'm cold

New shoes on my ride

Bad

Is on my side

Man that's how gangstas roll

That's how gangstas roll