Ghetto Gates Songtext
von That Mexican OT

Ay, yeah
Yeah, yeah (play this record, it′s free)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?

Be-be-beat a nigga up, got him wishing I shot him
Hit him up with the drake, I'ma start from the bottom
Goo-goo ga-ga, I sip lean out the bottles
Yappas and choppas, I got a whole lot of
She gon′ suck on my Weinersnitzchel (rada-rada)
She got neck like a turkey she gon' (gobble-gobble)
I'm too fat to be fighting
I don′t wanna squabble (fa-fa-fa)
Make his ass do the wobble


Take her to the bathroom
Put my cock on her lips
She gon′ eat me like fat bitches eat chicken strips
I say, "Come here lil' thottie, let me see you do the splits"
She like, "I′m on my period", I'm like, "Bitch, I′m a crip!"
I ain't ever been scared of no blood (no)
With that choppa, I′m making it flood
Put that tip in, she say it's enough
When I'm done, kick her out
I ain′t showing no love

I push up with the pole
And I′m making them strip
I ain't talking ′bout throwing some dollars (blocca-blocca)
Better pick up your patner
Laws asking questions?
Perro, yo no se nada

I got a family to feed
I ain't trapping for nothin′ (I don' lie)
I dare you to play with my money
Pop him in his belly button
I don′t need to walk around with security
They know I be clutching
Up it up with the sticks
I'ma send in the blitz
The quarterback know how I be comin'


Dirty bay baby
I′m fresh out the south
Thuggin′ and hustlin'
With drugs in my mouth
If it′s beef we can meet
Thirty-six is the route
I got demons inside me
I'm gon′ let 'em out
I′m about to go crop 'em
Up it up with that yoppa

Knock his head off his body
Someone, call the doctor
Then call up his momma
Let her know that I shot him
Choppa got a long neck
Like a llama
I want all the drama
I'm getting it hot like a sauna
Richie Vallanz, I′m on that white bitch like it′s Donna
I'ma beat up that pussy like Chris did Rihanna

Be-be-beat a nigga up, got him wishing I shot him
Hit him up with the drake, I′ma start from the bottom
Goo-goo ga-ga, I sip lean out the bottles
Yappas and choppas, I got a whole lot of
She gon' suck on my Weinersnitzchel (rada-rada)
She got neck like a turkey she gon′ (gobble-gobble)
I'm too fat to be fighting
I don′t wanna squabble (fa-fa-fa)
Make his ass do the wobble

Be-be-beat a nigga up, got him wishing I shot him
Hit him up with the drake, I'ma start from the bottom
Goo-goo ga-ga, I sip lean out the bottles
Yappas and choppas, I got a whole lot of
She gon' suck on my Weinersnitzchel (rada-rada)
She got neck like a turkey she gon′ (gobble-gobble)
I′m too fat to be fighting
I don't wanna squabble (fa-fa-fa)
Make his ass do the wobble