Lyrical Breakdown of (Gangsta) Put Me Down (Screwed) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Geto Boys weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "(Gangsta) Put Me Down (Screwed)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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They love me They say now pass the ganja to the left hand side Flipping in the Range Rover blowing past the one times Hit me with the Bubble gum flashing in my rear view Spraying freshener trying to steer too Throwin' out my herbs on the passenger side Got the windows rolled down, airing out the ride Got a loaded .45 inside That I keep for protection when I'm riding by My Smith & Wesson got a scope too And I may have caught a body on it For those who get, just know somebody want it They only To know that you ain't done shit But still you got them haters in your business I'm paranoid she's blowing my high And she knew that I was buzzin' from the red in my eye Got my license and my papers, showed me my picture on The Source Then what the fuck you stopping me for? And she said Gangsta, oww! Put me down, now! Gangsta put me down! Now! Oww! So I gave my cellular number, and told her call me up Beating on my dashboard, hot than a fuck 'Cause I done chunked a half a square Thinking 5-0 jocking trying to jam me up I continue on my mission to my grandma's house Hollered at my homeboy that just got out What's up? Let's roll! Get you some clothes Take you to the club so you can get with some hoes Lets go! Made it to the mall, hoes thick Listening to 'Pac screaming that's the shit Getting geared when this woman appeared up out the blue Telling me she like what I do And the ho was like Gangsta, oww! Put me down, now! Gangsta put me down! Now! Oww! Willie D's rollin' on D's In a drop top A-Z-U-R-E With the knock knock banging Listening to a song my nigga 'Face singing Eardrums just a ringing, my homey bringing A couple of hunnies to the hideaway We gone fuck these hoes and straight ride away Gotta pack, confirmed tickets, get some sleep We rolling to the Baby Johnson fight a 100 niggas deep Ain't bringing sand to beach I got my eyes on some freaky ass broads, and menage-a-trois Never kiss and tell I keeps 'em horny as hell And take my dick inside that pussy, put it under a spell Got more mail than the post office, let me remind you Don't stare at my diamonds too hard they might blind you Freaky Deeky, Freaky Deeky Deeky (stick it in me) When you see me rolling past all you got to do is ask Gangsta, oww! Put me down, now! Gangsta put me down! Now! Oww! Gangsta, oww! Put me down, now! Gangsta put me down! Now! Oww! Get Boys We got the power to move niggas GD, Willie D, Scarface Yes, legendary Legendary