The Gusto Room

[Intro: Bo Bo Lamb] Damn, man I hate going to the casino and lose all my motherfucking money You ever go to the dice table And the motherfucker is shaking the dice And the mutherfucker with the stick is talking (?) Do it mutherfucking again I saw motherfuckers lose, he so mad when he lost He pulled out a axe and cut his motherfucking head off And walked to the bathroom That casino will tear your ass up [Verse 1] Hearts, clubs diamonds, spades With a poker face Stakes is high Open the cake It's roulette, y'all Place your bet on the ever so fresh, y'all Till the death y'all, fresh as the powder Smooth as the oil Let (?) This some grown man shit, fuck toying with ties Let's get stocks John John got a heater With a field to your blow From the window To the wall Like God with the quotes We collect expo shit Try to flip it on some hot exo shit (?) , ghetto prick Bitch before I let go six As I head over the petrol bridge [Bo Bo Lamb] [Verse 2] Clubs, spades, hearts, diamonds What the fuck (?) It's genetic 45 fuck fetish With a love so litigious Take blood, mustard Must have been a Fucking up the Head a little seasoning Mutherfucking genius (isn't he a genius) It's either all Floating like Jesus with a (?) soul O-X that's an occupied soul Rock rhymes till a nigga drop thighs slow If you keep dissing him, that's not my blow Never will you catch him With a (?) [Bo Bo Lamb]