[Intro: Project Pat & Boogaloo]

Hello, hello, hello?

Pat, what's up, mane, whats up?

Boogelou, whats up, mane?

Mane, yeah, mane, a nigga done messed me off down here, dog

Ahh, mane

I got caught for a weak-ass pistol charge, mane

These folks gon' tryna, mane, make a nigga do a whole motherfuckin' calendar, dog

I got you, nigga

I need you to send me somethin'

I got you, what happened, nigga?

Mane, I was messin' off with my nigga, mane mane this shit was fucked up

DVRST

[Verse 1: Project Pat]

I got a call from my dog Gangsta Fred just the other day

Met some nigga from the othеr way, wanna purchase yay'

Said they wanna get good shit for thе low-low

Fred grew up with this nigga by the bayou

Could be the po-po, that's the way my mind think

Thought about the shit for a minute, then I took a drank

Thinkin' of a come up, knowin' I ain't gonna fall

Call up my cousin, Poncho, let 'em rob us all

[Chorus: Project Pat & Juicy J]

If you hoes wanna go there

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster, we can get gangster

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster

In the streets, we don't play fair

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster, we can get gangster

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster

If you hoes wanna go there

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster, we can get gangster

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster

In the streets, we don't play fair

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster, we can get gangster

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster

[Verse 2: Project Pat]

I'm gon' set this shit up for a secluded area

Tell him bring himself, and a duffle bag carrier

Met him 4 A.M., Hickory Hill, at a Exxon

In a hot car, TEC-9 and a Ruger gun

'Nother nigga came, with the nigga, they got outta 'Lac

Fred slammed the dope across the trunk, "Where the cheese at?"

Nigga took a sniff, and he seen that the shit was straight

Said that the loot was in his trunk, now I'm thinkin', "Wait."

"What's goin' on?", partner took the dope off the trunk

Raisin' up my TEC, nigga in the trunk raised a pump

Bullets popped off, Fred caught one in the chest

Lucky for my nigg, he was wearin' bulletproof vest

Shootin' TEC, but I coulda died, 'cause it jammed up

Pump at my dome, that's when Poncho V done slammed up

Shot the .45, blowin' both niggas ass off

Think we got 'em down with the cheese and his sawed-off

[Chorus: Project Pat & Juicy J]

If you hoes wanna go there

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster, we can get gangster

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster

In the streets, we don't play fair

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster, we can get gangster

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster

If you hoes wanna go there

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster, we can get gangster

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster

In the streets, we don't play fair

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster, we can get gangster

(Boom, with the trigger, I can—)

We can get gangster