Gumbo
Mac Dre JT The Bigga Figga Dangerous Dame Lyrics
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[Da Unda Dogg]
Whassup boy?
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
The song "Gumbo" is a collaboration between three Bay Area rappers, Mac Dre, JT the Bigga Figga, and Dangerous Dame, with the addition of Da Unda Dogg. In the song, the rappers are spitting rhymes and boasting about their skills as well as their struggles in the heart of the ghetto. They describe their daily lives as they engage in drug dealings, love-making, and gunfights. They interact with other players from the game, and continuously remind their listeners of the realness and harshness of the streets. The repetitive phrase "straight gumbo" signifies the mix of different elements from their lives that they put into the song, which reflects the cultural melting pot of the Bay Area.
Mac Dre's verse depicts his experiences as a pimp and how he obtained his wealth in the game. JT the Bigga Figga, on the other hand, raps about being a hustler and his affiliations with other players. Dangerous Dame's verse is about standing strong in the face of adversity and not backing down to anyone. Lastly, Da Unda Dogg brags about how he fits in with the group's lifestyle and how he can handle the pressures that come along with it.
The lyrics of "Gumbo" represent the everyday life of Bay Area gang culture. The song reflects the harsh realities that they face, and it delves deep into the minds of its musicians who have experienced these things firsthand. This song, like many other Bay Area rap songs, acts as a warning, as well as a guide, to those who may be tempted by the lure of gang life.
Line by Line Meaning
As I get to bustin', This introduction, Of mind corruption, And rhyme seduction
As I start rapping, this is my introduction to the song. I am aiming to captivate and influence minds with my lyrics and flow.
I steal and fill brains, With game and mo' thangs, Like them dope thangs, And what that hoe brang
I am enlightening and entertaining listeners by providing them with valuable insights and experiences. Just like drugs can captivate people, so does my music and the lifestyle it portrays.
Creep on Crest streets, Speak on fresh beats, Hit the motel, and freak on fresh sheets
I navigate the streets of Crest, talking about my life and experiences over new and exciting beats. I then indulge in intimate encounters with women in motels, enjoying the freshness of the moment.
And wet sheets, is the end result, Been killing long cock since ten years old
The culmination of these encounters often leads to passionate and intimate moments, resulting in wet sheets. I have been engaging in sexual activities since a young age, gaining experience and prowess over time.
See I blend this old-game with this new, And ain't no telling what a bitch will do
I combine traditional knowledge and experience with current trends and styles. This fusion creates an unpredictable environment, especially when dealing with women.
Now picture you, In my position, Steady getting sweated by the opposition
Imagine yourself in my shoes, constantly dealing with pressure and scrutiny from my rivals.
Could you handle, All this scandal, And keep on stepping like boots and sandals
Can you effectively manage and navigate through all the controversies and drama while remaining confident and unaffected?
My handle, is young Mac Dre, Silky slim, is my A.K.A
My name is Mac Dre, often referred to as Silky Slim as well. These are my given identities within the rap community.
And you know that bay is my rompin' grounds, I mean stompin' grounds, But I like the way Rompin' sounds
The Bay Area is where I dominate and showcase my talent. While commonly referred to as stompin' grounds, I prefer the term rompin' grounds due to its playful and energetic connotations.
So I'ma keep it, Romp related, And if it ain't down with the romp, I hate it
I will continue to focus on creating music and content that revolves around the romanticized Bay Area lifestyle. If it doesn't align with this theme, I have no interest in it.
Well let me jump into the pot with all the hustlers and players, Chop potatoes with Phillie faders, Knocking niggas with Tre Eights
Allow me to immerse myself in the world of hustlers and skilled individuals, engaging in shady activities. I will collaborate with those who manipulate decks and mix music, while also confronting and intimidating others with my firearms.
But now I, See my niggas at the spot with the session, Illegal product, Then people plotted, rotted with no confessions
Currently, I notice my friends gathering in a specific location to engage in illicit activities. These activities involve smuggling illegal substances, which leads to schemes and deception without anyone confessing.
Smith and Wessons, Demonstrations with Fully Autos, actin', Conversations at the lab to keep the trackers trackin'
We possess and show off powerful firearms, displaying them to maintain dominance and fear. We also have detailed discussions in secret locations to ensure that the authorities are unable to track and catch us.
Double backin' to the spot where all the money filter, Keep it on the down low, You never tell about your scrilla
Returning discreetly to the location where money is being earned and exchanged. It is crucial to keep this information confidential, never revealing details about one's wealth.
On the reala, I breaks it down in all directions, It's the Fillmoe players with the O, and the Crest connection
To be honest, I provide comprehensive and versatile insights and experiences. I represent the players from Fillmoe and our connection with the Crest neighborhood.
All in the session with my folks, You know they got the Dolo, Hit the gateway tracks, like some fiends in a forward Volvo
We are all together in this gathering with my close companions, and they are experts in their respective fields. We move swiftly and discreetly, using the gateway tracks like drug addicts in a stolen Volvo.
Bought a Bolo, Seen Kelly, mashed off, and then we hollered, Trailing Coolio and Mac Dre in a green Impala
I acquired a weapon called a Bolo. I spotted my acquaintance Kelly, who was intoxicated and quickly approached him. Then, we followed 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
We are getting high and intoxicated, as our gathering resembles a chaotic and explicit scene from pornography. We have someone under the influence, and my cousin Quinn is skilled at enhancing the experience.
Hella fetti, We ready, steady, with all the bumbles, Keeping it real with Dangerous Dame and Mac Mall in this fucking gumbo
We have a substantial amount of money, and we are prepared and focused, meticulously handling all our dealings. Dangerous Dame and Mac Mall are also involved in this intense and layered mixture of experiences and emotions.
Niggas we pull, Niggas will say so, We hit the strip from San Jose, to Vallejo
We are assertive and influential individuals, and people acknowledge and recognize this fact. We travel along a specific route, starting from San Jose and heading all the way to Vallejo.
Make more scrilla by the mouth piece, Non-talking niggas don't know shit about me
We generate more money through our persuasive and articulate communication. Individuals who choose not to speak or share information are ignorant of my true character and accomplishments.
Ignore 'em like bitches, Respect, There ain't a handout, Like a sore thumb, fake niggas always stand out
I disregard those who act irrelevant or insignificant, showing them no attention. Respect is earned and not given freely. I don't receive any handouts or favors. Like an obvious deformity, fake individuals always attract attention due to their inauthentic nature.
Player hater prayer, Praying that I buckle everyday, Ain't worth five cents, or my knuckles to the face
There are individuals who despise me and constantly hope that I fail or stumble in life. However, their wishes are futile and hold no value. I refuse to waste my energy and time on physical altercations or arguments.
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
My guns are ready for action and won't hesitate to harm someone. If individuals wish to challenge me or instigate a confrontation, I am willing to engage and resolve the situation quickly.
You thinking deeply, But I be on service like a shark, Consider me that hate, but see I serve you from the heart
While you may be contemplating various things, I am constantly on the move and vigilant, like a shark searching for its prey. Although you may despise me, I offer you a unique experience and perspective through my music and actions.
'cause love loves me, And hate loves me, So what the fuck you think? You can't fuck with me
Both love and hate are attracted to me, so your opinion or actions against me are inconsequential. You are unable to challenge or harm 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 are supplying drugs to addicts to use for profit, but now your funds are diminishing. Meanwhile, I am thriving and enjoying success with my exceptional and captivating rap skills.
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'
You confronted me last night, insinuating that I was responsible for a shooting. However, I was simply enjoying some high-quality marijuana and responded dismissively, calling you a worthless individual.
My pimping ain't soft, I'm taking no losses, So why the hell do you persist to put me in crosses?
My ability to control and manipulate people is strong, and I'm not facing any setbacks. So, why do you continue to antagonize or attempt to deceive me?
You thought it was shackles, but then they was ropes, And now they're spider webs, I broke on you hoes
You believed that your actions would restrict and control me, but they turned out to be just minor obstacles. Now, they have transformed into intricate traps, but I have managed to escape and defeat you.
I know what you're doing before you do it, Got an outside plan, but in the end you're looking stupid
I am fully aware of your intentions and actions even before you execute them. I have strategized and developed a plan that originates from an external perspective, and as a result, you end up appearing foolish and defeated.
Huh, yeah, 'Cause Dangerous Dame got 'em riding on the freeway, Actions speak louder, I don't fuck with he say-she say
Because I am Dangerous Dame, I have people driving recklessly on the freeway due to my influence. My actions and impact are more significant than mere rumors or gossip.
Think you got game? Never could you have it, You niggas are crying wolf, while I'll be fucking Jessica Rabbit
You believe you possess valuable skills and abilities, but you will never reach the level of expertise I possess. You are merely exaggerating your capabilities, while I engage in more pleasurable and desirable activities.
Straight trading places, But fool this ain't no dream, You was happy as hell when you had me under your infra red beam
We are constantly exchanging roles and positions, but don't be fooled, this is not a fictional scenario. You used to derive immense satisfaction from observing and tracking me with your infrared sights.
Once again, get low for the East O, Add a little recipe to the gumbo
Once more, lower your expectations and show respect for the East Oakland neighborhood. We are incorporating some unique and exceptional elements to enhance the overall experience and flavor.
Add me, Mix me up, Stir me in the pot with these niggas that fix me up
Include me in the mix and blend me together with these individuals who appreciate and enhance my skills and style.
See, back in '91, Coolio was the shit, So now we cooking a batch of gumbo and it ain't gonna quit
Back in 1991, Coolio was highly successful and influential, setting a high standard. Now, we are creating a masterpiece like gumbo, and it will continue to be exceptional and unmatched.
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
My friend, the Bigga Figga, is adding a unique and captivating element to the mix, making it even more appealing. Those who assume they can enjoy the benefits without paying a price will soon realize that participation comes with its own costs.
So back up off me, And recognize the sound is poppin', Because we steadily droppin' dope, like the keys you coppin'
Step away and acknowledge that what we are producing is highly popular and in-demand. We consistently release exceptional music, comparable to the drugs you acquire and sell.
Mother fuckers, they get to actin foul, When they know they can't fuck with the style, Smile punk mother fucker, sucka, hating bustas
Certain individuals begin acting hostile and disrespectful even though they are aware they cannot match our unique style and talent. So, I invite them to smile and continue their futile attempts, as they are nothing more than jealous and frustrated individuals.
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
When it comes to financial gains, there are no true friendships, so you cannot rely or confide in us. However, believe me when I say that you cannot defeat or harm me. If you try, you will face the consequences and find yourself in a troubling situation.
Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Written by: EDGARDO MIRANDA, JOSE L. CASTILLO
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