The Gate

[Verse 1: Lil Coop]
The angel is near me, the gate that is waitin'
You roaring, the demons go crazy
Jackers, crackers, blowin' funk, barrel smokin' Red Oak Killers
B.B.B., Mitchell Heights, T.C.C. the hoodrat niggas
Buster bitches smokin' hay, hop off in Lil' Slim trunk
Body numb, heart of Terror, Chronic City, yeah, we bump
I'm just out tinglin', my mind is soarin' in a daze
Crooked cops, drop your Glocks, dopeboys in a fuckin' daze
Sleep, sleep, now go and get you blazed
The heart of Terror got you [?] up out your way
Plottin' up another one, blowin' bud
[?]
A ritual killin', ah, I'm doin' crazy shit
Constantly smokin' hella weed, buddha in my brain, trick
C to the W-I-N-G, L-O, to the C, and to the K, and take a hit
Lower dank to the pump, toss the pump in the grave
One thirty-four, too much doom in a hideaway
I'm just a smokin' thunder, now you bitches wonder
Crizznunk at the scenery, scary men, can you hear me?

[Chorus: Lil Coop]
The gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city

[Verse 2: Blackout]
Wake up in the fuckin' mornin', sweatin' from my head to toe
Fire a chief blunt up, tryna wonder how my day gon' go
Evil in my eyes, spirits tellin' me to murder, G
Frownin' like a killer 'cause I'm on that crunk so crazy
When I'm full of potent smoke, blow me a gun, that shit make me choke
Ride and lean into the back, blow smoke with the gangster Locc's
Sounds fuckin' with my head, gimme the Gat and I leave 'em dead
Tired of bitches talkin' shit, LIl' Coop, pass me that pistol grip
Brains on the fuckin' street, 'cause Black loves that blood in me
I don't give a mother fuck they callin' up the MPD
Dissapearin' in the wind, the leaf, it would turn me to a ghost
Open up the gate, let hells angels run wild, ho
Blow your tongue out your face when I grab that 12-gauge
Deathbell ringin' when I stop 'cause I'm in a rage

[Chorus: Lil Coop]
The gate-the gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city
The gate-the gate-the gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city
The gate-the gate-the gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city

[Verse 3: Lil Coop]
The funeral that's takin' place, I was sleepin' at the gate
Bloody Glock in my hand, time to go and catch a case
My fault, Funkytown, got you clickin' all around
Binghampton niggas, low and slow in the killer town
North Memphis, Blackhaven, hoes flaugin', traitin' bitches
Yeah, you know who you are, I know you are a scarer, bitch
Ho one, up on three, slut in the grave, pissfork, G
Fullfullin' needs [?], hizzno in the fuckin' ride
Hittin', not savin' none of these bitches, that's trill, trick
Listen Playa Posse shit, can you give it to me, bitch? Wittness the clique
What are these hoes out doin' their own thang?
Double barrell shotgun, redrum, you got a gun?
Now I'm outtie five on the trick, just don't give a fuck
Constantly [?] and seein'
They're close to the sense and the soul of a bloody Glock
Devil's playground in the city, have no pity on the scheme

[Chorus: Lil Coop]
The gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til—
The gate-the gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city
The gate-the gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city
The gate-the gate-the gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city
The gate-the gate-the gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city

[Verse 5: Blackout]
Blow me a fuckin' gun my nigga
Don't stop 'til you see me floatin' on cloud five plus four
Now you know, Blackman on that indo smoke
Watch this shit, I can make a ghost fly from my mouth to my nose
Off a cloud of smoke, it's so pure 'cause it make me choke
Evil wish, chinese eyes, killers floatin' in the sky
I like them Syko Soundz, so I can frown when I'm ridin' high
Standin' on deadly ground, reapers be escortin' me
'Til my graveside been reached, B-L-A-C-K-O-U-T
Do I care? I just stare dead into a ho eyes
Put the pistol to your fuckin' tip and then watch your brains fly
Can't get up, been low, like the old school, ain't nothin' changed
40oz. in my hand, puffin' on Ms. Jay
Hangin' out the window with the pump, like a psycho
Maniac on the loose, body numb, I don't bar you, fool
Straight out the bottle, drinkin' Hennessey mixed with cognac
Starin' at the sky, havin' visions of me bustin' caps
I don't trip, I just lay back on cloud five thousand, G
Outtie like a motherfucker, dwellin' on them backstreets

[Chorus: Lil Coop]
The gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city
The gate-the gate-the gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city
The gate-the gate-the gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city
The gate-the gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city
The gate-the gate-the gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city
The gate-the gate-the gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city
The gate-the gate-the gate is waitin', you blowin' bombs 'til you numb
Motherfuckin' crizznunk in the city
The gate-the gate-the gate is waitin'