Posse on Bouldercrest (feat. Pooh Shiesty & Sir Mix-A-Lot) - Gucci Mane/Pooh Shiesty/Sir Mix-A-Lot

Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Michael Williams/Lontrell Williams/Anthony L. Ray

Ear drummers

My posse on bouldercrest

Mike will made-it gucci mane slayed it

Me and my gang at home away from home

In a all-red phantom in the backseat on the phone

It's callin' up the posse it's time to get rippin'

And if they get to trippin'

Then we shootin' like the pistons

Everybody lookin' if you jealous turn around

These twenty-six inches got us so high off the ground

The forgiato rims they're skinny as the tires

My system soundin' good but I need the volume higher

The mike-will kick drum make the b***hes get dumb

Rollin' rolls-royces so the jealous wanna get some

Every time we do this these n***as wanna battle

I'm the man they love to hate

The richest one in east atlanta

Picked up the posse on 34 and gresham

Headed up to bouldercrest we 'bout to start flexin'

The phantom kind of crowded the front was leanin' back

Scarr he in the birdie got two b***hes in his lap

On martin luther king the set look kind of dead

We need a new street so posse move ahead

We all drippin' in ice the crew you can't forget

The so icey boys and we rippin' up the set

My posse's on bouldercrest bouldercrest

Bouldercrest bouldercrest bouldercrest

My posse's on bouldercrest bouldercrest

Bouldercrest

Mike will made-it

The cash is rollin' in my posse's gettin' bored

There's not another posse with more points scored

We stone cold criminals we flex like big gorillas

We not the average artist b***h we certified killers

I spent a million dollars just for diamonds on my teeth

And every time they see 'em make their girls get weak

People think we crazy

Some think that we are funny

But it ain't hard to

Tell that we make a lot of money

We clockin' all the dollars we rock a lot of gold

The other crews mad 'cause we f**kin' all they h*es

Woodland custer ave me and my crew are thugs

And they so full of d**gs they may never sober up

And I'm a d**e man and the pack just dropped

If you ain't tryna cop then this phantom won't stop

At boulevard and moreland the driver broke left

And shiesty shouted bouldercrest it's time to get def

My girl blew me a kiss she said I was the best

She's lookin' mighty freaky in her black silk dress

The closer that we get the crazier I feel

My posse on bouldercrest it's time to get ill

Certified I'm that lil' n***a

That make big ones pay respects

Cge 1017 covered in choppas and baguettes

We just flew one of they n***as

Tryna see who gon' be next

Soon as I burn up this steamer

Take me where I parked the 'vette

Why he keep talkin' like he gangster

Cook him put him to the test

My opps don't never show they background

Know I'll send some' where they at

Them pigs can ask a million questions

Still won't get me to say s**t

It ain't no tellin' who got shot

If you don't know you never slid

And they can't act like they don't

Know me remember I flew out your b***h

I take they rollies and their chains

N***a I'm the reason you hide your wrist

For real menace been causin' hell

I done did s**t you can't forget

I got glizzies around the globe it

Ain't s**t to get to them sticks

1017 livin' a dream come eat

With us we'll get you rich

My posse's on bouldercrest

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My posse's on bouldercrest bouldercrest

Bouldercrest bouldercrest bouldercrest

My posse's on bouldercrest bouldercrest

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My posse's on bouldercrest