Paul Wall How Gangstas Roll Letras:
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You could catch me ridin' in da 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' kush in the wind, I'm blowed
(I'm blowed). Any day of da week, new grill, new
piece, from my head to my feet, I'm cold (I'm
cold). New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side,
man dat's how gangstas roll (dat's how gangstas roll).

I'm higher than a top flite, throwed like a
splitter, my pockets keep gettin' bigga, cuz I'm
one bad figga. Boppas n gold diggaz on the track
at work, I'm hurtin' feelins in dat benz wit a
deuce and a Squirt. I'm a fillibuster for hustlaz,
invadin' dem 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
pistol I'm embracin'. Dat lac is so amazin' and da
elbowz is skatin'. Cranker wires n vogue tires,
one hell of collaboration. Amos, Farris n Slaton,
we Jordan Jackson n Pippen. Banana clip for dem
snitches tryin to monkey wrench my pimpin. Neva
been caught slippin' cuz dat glock I hold, now let
me tell ya how I roll come on

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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 jackas
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 wit da 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

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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 x
pills we call it e mail. Lights camera action I'm
the shit and I show it, 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 swangas is en vogue. 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 tha G code, let me tell ya how I roll come on

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