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Gatz 'n' Skirtz - Lyrics

Open the door and stroll in sly
From across the floor this little betty makes my eye
Hesitation cause I'm a little shy
But she was dressed to impress and I was lookin' fly
Then she smiled at me and kissed my cheek
Now I wasn't gonna wash it for one whole week
She bolts out the door what could be wrong?
That's when I check my butt and realize my wallet is gone

When a situation comes I might get capped
You know I never worry cause I'm always comin' strapped
But these killas got other ways to hurt
They trade their fists for some curls and their gatz for some skirts

Now I used to think that I was all bad
Rappin' ‘bout BYG's and lively trees, how suckas made me mad
But I ain't got nothin' on these killas
Flexin' games takin names all around body bag fillas
So, me and my homies we pile into my ride
Capacitate some flux and no speed laws did we abide
Then she pulled up beside I hit the gas to fly
But first she killed 10 of my homies with a wink of her eye

When a situation comes I might get capped
You know I never worry cause I'm always comin' strapped
But these killas got other ways to hurt
They trade their fists for curls their gatz for skirts

See pops was lookin'out for me so many years ago
He saw the way I liked the ladies, how the ladies peeped my flow
So he sat me down upon his knee, the tender age of three
He dropped the knowledge from his head to me, opened my eyes to see
He said, "remember, son, back in the day,
When I told you to say away from all those games that they play?"
I said "yeah pops, but that would be tight,
If I could find the girl that's right to spend the rest of my life."
You see, you take the hardest homie and he still cannot compare
To the fair-skinned killer with the long blonde hair
And blue eyes, always contemplating demise
In a tight little tanktop and a pair of Black Flys

When a situation comes I might get capped
You know I never worry cause I'm always comin' strapped
But these killas got other ways to hurt
They trade their fists for curls their gatz for skirts

Writer(s): cory bagozzi, michael farr

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