Gangsta Boogie

(Pete Rock adlibbing)

"Gangsta Boogie...Gangsta Boogie"

[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"

[Verse 1: T3]

You remind me of the man behind the glass

But you won't see pussy God, just fiends & pass

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 niggas dead exposed caskets

Split my ladies mat (correction?) I kinda hate that

When I know we classic 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: 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"

[Verse 2: 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 bled red from the head 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 nigga 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: 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"

[Outro: Pete Rock]