Pete Rock - Gangsta Boogie lyrics

(Pete Rock adlibbing) "Gangsta Boogie...Gangsta Boogie" [Elzhi] You now rockin' with best, to get the snot blocked Within they chest concot not with the oxygen & breath Study the man the way you might of done an exam I'm a G like ten hundred, one lump summer's a grand Some of them planned to stop me shinin' The vendetta's got me rhymin', forever like a rocky diamond Disturbin' the thinking, highschool I'm serving them geeks Murder the Inc like Ja Rule & Irv when they linked Catch El holding his tip, scrotum his grip Even when I'm not controlling my slip Full with the grip, poetry spit By yours truly, is a treat pidgeon feet groupie who*e Screw me in a suite in Venice Beach, you know my MO Trim fro, brim low, gyms glow, Timbo slim hoe in my limo Imagine it I'll have you click & your management Disappear & vanish half as quick as a magic trick A throat slitter you in the prescense of danger I'm old school like dope dealers that dress with a pager In my profession I write definite bangers that leave you Twisted like reppin' the West with your finger [Chorus: Slum Village] It's the P with the V from NY to the D Comin' through with the heat we got the "Gangsta Boogie" And spit fire like a lit wire that split in the pit Fibers and bzzz you hit by the "Gangsta Boogie" Every ghetto it's the meadow never settle for your level Kept it real-o from the get-go it's that "Gangsta Boogie" Brush waves beneath the caps plus blades & speaker amps Bust strays when heaters clap it's that "Gangsta Boogie" [T3] You remind me of the man behind the gla** But you won't see p**y God, just fiends & pa** My life is like a fair, my speech is cash Tracks I light from the ask Inhale the essence, blow it out then I flick the ash Plus I'm old fire because my best my last I'm just a nobody who made it from a small group Back in the day when Pete first flipped the loops I was a outcast that outlast most cats You know these rappers today they kinda go fast I seen careers go up & down like eyelashes One album deals then n***as dead exposed caskets Split my ladies mat (correction?) I kinda hate that When I know we cla**ic like Marley Marl's a-tracks When I get the chance I never plan to waste that Now I'm serving you helping hands to hella payback [Chorus] [Elzhi] Pimpin' I'm back, sippin' the yack, grippin' the stack Tippin' my hat, limpin' the Lac Rippin' the track, pimpin' I'm back And this time I'm hungry for the jackpot I'm tryna blow at least one junkie in the crackspot This bread winner spread lead in ya Ya bleed from red from that hair splitter It shares from the dead thinner, they should of told you And said I burnt vocals when letters squirt Redder skirt, Red Alert, cold blue you either kneel Or get knocked to the floor, Glock near the sock of the drawer Lockin' the door, now I'm on the block owning stock, rockin velour Shockin' I'm sure, forgotten how my pockets is poor True to the art, rip tools & chew `em apart Skip school to rip fools but the student was smart You will never see a nother n***a like me bruh To spit a rap to spin ya fitted cap on your caesar I must the nicest on dusty devices Lit a dutchie to write this & trust me it's priceless You wish you wrote this way I'm A-1, you could hope & pray Jehovah's way Like a old & gray nun, but it's no chance it's never fair To slow dance with Fred Astaire with a full head of hair [Chorus] [Pete Rock adlibbing]