Gelo - Gangsta Pimp lyrics

Yeah Back up in this b*atch Gelo You know You know how we do Dedicated to all them gangsta pimps in the motherf**ing place Putting it down in the 2002, '03, '04, '05 How many times will I kick these rhymes Till you motherf**ers tell me that I'm sick with mines Couldn't get my line so I slowed it down Spelled G-E-L-O and they know it now Style's still the same, forever changing with the game Like the weed and the 'caine go straight to the brain Hoes froze when I came, take me to the face Wanna get a little taste anytime, any place Anywhere they don't care, in their eye, in their hair Wanna keep it like a little secret s** souvenir What the hell I ain't tripping, if they're sipping then I'm busting a nut GB is never trusting a s*ut [Chorus x2] We them gangsta pimps, playboy mack daddies Kind of motherf**ers that you see off in the Caddy Kind of motherf**ers got the weed and the cavi Kind of motherf**ers if you trip'll let you have it Load them up, roll them up, letting them go Take the collar off a bad b**h, testing a hoe Bring a nickle to the tele by a quarter to four Or you ain't gonna get to see your daddy no more Oh for sure, on the stroll I play the roll as a mack I'm in the 'Lac with the flat eye line down the back With the sack I be blowing, every motherf**er knowing Little rapping, little flowing, little pimping, little hoing Little this, little that, little stacking my ends Little house, little boat, little 500 Benz All my friends they be telling me I'm out of control But my mama done told me so I already know Gelo about to blow the hinges off the door The ghetto Ross Perot with the low in Dago Pursuing it and doing it, and doing it well Off the heezy for sheezy, it's easy to tell [Chorus x2] So many brothers in the bizz is faking, they got me tripping Wondering is it the snizz or satan that they be dipping Either way I'm not the one for flaking, or perpetrating We gonna run and pull our guns, be done, no time for waiting I ain't hating on nobody but they hating on me Always questioning and debating while they waiting to see If I'ma fall or ball I'll take it all and bounce Shoot it straight to the dome like a half an ounce No doubt we're about a trip as you can tell Worldwide clientele putting zippers in the mail Never fail, no jail's too deep to discuss But got bud in the a**, probably got it from us People bending in the corners of the back of the bars Tripping on my motherf**ing fancy a** cars Wish upon a star, you ain't gotta go far Southeast babygirl, you know who we are [Chorus x2]