DJ Screw — Gangsta Strut Freestyle

[Fat Pat] What? Say, no nuts no glory, know'm saing? It's really true, if it ain't no nuts it ain't no glory, know'm saying? You got to put it down if you really wanna crawl down Know'm saying? It ain't gon' fall at your front door, you gotta grind for it baby When we put it down, yeah we do it G style It's the P-A to the T, let me do my freestyle Talkin' bout that grindin', bumper kit reclinin' Yellow hoes mindin' I'm comin' down, if it's Texas rollin' on boys It's the Fat Pat and I'mma roll down slow Knock her down, knock her off, slam my candy do' In my gangsta strut Like we (?) crooks I'm still rollin' bumper kit, I don't give a fuck Let me (?) down Pop trunk surround Young nigga throw down the pistol wooded surround In my damn trunk I ain't no punk Still hangin' wit that boy, what, Corey Blount Me and Big Moe's comin' down in the Jag We ain't gonna brag when the punks (?) the lead Cus we gonna wreck with (?) face for the '96 Comin' down slow on choppers in the mix Still up in the game Ain't nothin' changed Got a bigger name Now I got fame What they wanna do? Still fuckin' with the Screw It's that P-A to the T, yeah nigga, I thought you knew You can't play a G, can't see me from a long long way In the sky, so high on cloud 9 Man, hoe, (?) a young player stayin' down Watch me up in the corner Blowin' marijuana Rollin' with that Pat in the Lincoln With they blinker turner blinking In the turning lane Swanged out ride cus we on 4's, mane Roll down OST Can you niggas see me? Still rollin' drop-top with that boy CB Yep they wanna fool, but we still ride red A lot of my homies yeah they gone in the pen But you gotta get it, yeah you gotta grind I'mma put it down, gotta get mine I ain't gonna trip, roll mo' shit This time I'm comin' 19s with this grip on the grind Crawling on boys, watch a young player cryin' Fog lights on Grippin' till dawn On my mobile phone On the way home Got my bopper at the fuckin' crib Fat Pat yeah you know the nigga straight (?) Livin' in the (?) Another fuckin' story You know the Pat ain't never gon' worry Ridin' niggas tryna catch me straight drinkin' Comin' down Scotch, see that nigga now they blinking At the damn light, lookin' so blue Rode my Alberta Impala at the hood Wassup Third Ward Wassup Hiram Clarke Wassup Third Ward Wassup South Park Wassup Southwest Smokin' on the stress Comin' down the slab, man the slab is dressed Two a fuckin' (?) a nice big grid Popped up with the size desk on the key We gon' wreck the mic We up in your sight Don't give a damn if you hate us in the night Why we grip down? Cus we like 6 deep Swangas and Blades out there on the creep Choppin' boys up Swangin' boys up Poppin' on the trunk and I don't give a fuck Huh, in the gangsta strut