Gumbo (Feat. Jt The Bigga Figga, Dangerous Dame & Da' Unda' Dogg)

featuring Da Unda Dogg  Dangerous Dame  JT the Bigga Figga 



[Da Unda Dogg] 

Whassup boy? 

[Mac Dre] 

What's happening playa  just sitting here  you know 

putting together some of that ghetto gumbo  you know 

[Da Unda Dogg] 

Some motherfucking gumbo? 

[Mac Dre] 

Yeah nigga  gum in the mother fuck bo 

[Da Unda Dogg] 

Like that there? 

[Mac Dre] 

Yeah  I got my niggas in here  we finna put it down 

you know what I'm saying, real, real special 

You know? Check it out, like this here 



Verse1(Mac Dre) 

As I get to bustin' 

This introduction 

Of mind corruption 

And rhyme seduction 

I steal and fill brains 

With game and mo' thangs 

Like them dope thangs 

And what that hoe brang 

Creep on Crest streets 

Speak on fresh beats 

Hit the motel, and freak on fresh sheets 

And wet sheets, is the end result 

Been killing long cock since ten years old 

See I blend this old-game with this new 

And ain't no telling what a bitch will do 

Now picture you 

In my position 

Steady getting sweated by the opposition 

Could you handle 

All this scandal 

And keep on stepping like boots and sandals 

My handle, is young Mac Dre 

Silky slim, is my A.K.A 

And you know that bay is my rompin' grounds 

I mean stompin' grounds 

But I like the way Rompin' sounds 

So I'ma keep it 

Romp related 

And if it ain't down with the romp, I hate it 



Verse2(JT the Bigga Figga) 

Well let me jump into the pot with all the hustlers and players 

Chop potatoes with Phillie faders,Knocking niggas with Tre Eights 

But now I 

See my niggas at the spot with the session 

Illegal product 

Then people plotted, rotted with no confessions 

Smith and Wessons 

Demonstrations with Fully Autos, actin' 

Conversations at the lab to keep the trackers trackin' 

Double backin' to the spot where all the money filter 

Keep it on the down low 

You never tell about your scrilla 

On the reala 

I breaks it down in all directions 

It's the Fillmoe players with the O 

and the Crest connection 

All in the session with my folks, You know they got the Dolo 

Hit the gateway tracks, like some fiends in a forward Volvo 

Bought a Bolo 

Seen Kelly, mashed off, and then we hollered 

Trailing Coolio and Mac Dre in a green Impala 

Getting cloudy 

The laboratorys just like a porny 

Got a patient 

Cousin Quinn is making the shit get saramani 

Hella fetti 

We ready, steady, with all the bumbles 

Keeping it real with Dangerous Dame and Mac Mall in this fucking gumbo 

Straight paper 

Straight fetti 

Straight gumbo 



Verse3(Dangerous Dame) 

Niggas we pull 

Niggas will say so 

We hit the strip from San Jose, to Vallejo 

Make more scrilla by the mouth piece 

Non-talking niggas don't know shit about me 

Ignore 'em like bitches 

Respect 

There ain't a hand out 

Like a sore thumb, fake niggas always stand out 

Player hater prayer 

Praying that I buckle everyday 

Ain't worth five cents, or my knuckles to the face 

But my burners ain't feeling no flesh 

If you niggas want to test 

Let it jump and we could put the shit to rest 

You thinking deeply 

But I be on service like a shark 

Consider me that hate, but see I serve you from the heart 

'cause love loves me 

And hate loves me 

So what the fuck you think? 

You can't fuck with me 

You paying dopefiends, to put 'em to work 

But now your money's gettin' low 

While I be getting low with this wicked flow 

You got at me last night 

but I wasn't asking who was bustin' the trigger 

I'm blowing big bomb smoke, yelling "Nothin' ass nigga" 

My pimping ain't soft 

I'm taking no losses 

So why the hell do you persist to put me in crosses? 

You thought it was shackles, but then they was ropes 

And now they're spider webs 

I broke on you hoes 

I know what you're doing before you do it 

Got an outside plan, but in the end you're looking stupid 

Huh, yeah 

'Cause Dangerous Dame got 'em riding on the freeway 

Actions speak louder 

I don't fuck with he say-she say 

Think you got game? 

Never could you have it 

You niggas are crying wolf, while I'll be fucking Jessica Rabbit 

Straight trading places 

But fool this ain't no dream 

You was happy as hell when you had me under your infra red beam 



Once again, get low for the East O 

Add a little recipe to the gumbo 



Verse4(Da Unda Dogg) 

Add me 

Mix me up 

Stir me in the pot with these niggas that fix me up 

See, back in '91, Coolio was the shit 

So now we cooking a batch of gumbo and it ain't gonna quit 

My nigga the Bigga Figga, adding that spice so fool it's saucy 

You bitches thinking you'll eat for free, well this shit is costly 

So back up off me 

And recognize the sound is poppin' 

Beause we steadily droppin' dope, like the keys you coppin' 

Mother fuckers, they get to actin foul 

When they know they can't fuck with the style 

Smile punk mother fucker, sucka, hating bustas 

Ain't no friends when it comes to ends, so you can not trust us 

But trust me 

You can not dust me, or try and bust me, dumbo 

your ass gets heated in this pot of gumbo