[Da Unda Dogg]
  Whassup boy?
  [Mac Dre]
  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 wanna 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