Ant Banks - Gameless Mortals lyrics

Oh yeah, y'know Kev (wha**up boy?) We was out ridin the other day Rollin a livin room on 20's y'know (right) Just just ridin, tryin to f**in with a b**h or sum'n y'knowhatImean? (That's right, that's right) And this b**h starin me up and down Had the nerve enough to say to me (what's that?) I see you peekin but you ain't speakin (what?) [Verse One] Damn a n***a can't talk I thought my, game was fine Feel like I can't walk and chew gum at the same time Take aim and train, n***a mold a girl Unfold the game, and then control her world But n***as they be a**-kissin, givin them ends Lettin broke-a** b**hes even live in the Benz But that's a no-no, n***a what you tryin to do? Homey those hoes 'sposed to be supplyin you Got the game all crossed up (uhh) no doubt Gave your change to a toss-up (damn) and sold out n***a you could buy p**y but you can't buy love I don't, know what you squares be thinkin of Savin hoes like "Braveheart" Eatin p**y must be your f**in trademark, ha ha! Let your superhater powers just activate Cause I'm the playa y'all n***as just love to hate [Hook: repeat 2X] Is it love or what? Straight pimpin n***as be f**in up - they simpin Take a b**h all the way home y'all (all the way home y'all) 'Sposed to make 'em catch the bus (got 'em into the bus) [Verse Two] I'm talkin garlic, crab with the noodles What happened to 7/11 for some Doritos and red hot burritos? Now n***as is straight flossin for the tossin No more hot wing and nuggets with the sweet and sour sauce'n It's all about the cheddar, who got the cheese Can I have some more ice for my Cristal please? Used to take 'em to Reno now it's all the way to Vegas No more Motel 6, dumb b**h think she struck it rich They say that game is to be sold and not told But game has been financed with a lapdance Bringin 'em back stage all up in the studio sessions (hehehe) I guess n***as ain't learned they lesson About the game cause it's all bad with corruption n***a finger f**in lickin without the dick in Well if you don't know, now you know It's time to let a ho be a ho [Hook] {*phone rings*} Hello? (Hey somebody paged?) n***a this me! (Oh wha**up baby?) I got a flat tire, could you come get me? (Sheeit you betta get yo' a** on the bus!) {*dial tone*} [Verse Three: Grip] Catch the bus? sh**, what the hell you mean? I just call the next pimp to pick me up from the scene It ain't no thang homeboy you know that's a fact Cause when I swang, I have a n***a on his back Sittin on his face, we at his place By the way trick, how that taste? You know with game I stay laced He keep my neck and wrists shinin with diamonds And I laugh at a b**h, claimin that's her men pervin Bizznitches be havin they homies thinkin they pimpin Get 'em all alone they start simpin, big trickin, a** lickin Tongue all in the clit Can't even get hard and steady braggin about his dick, sheeit You ain't heard? Quit tryin to shotcall, you a nerd homey Get shot to the curb homey off that herb homey And it got you runnin your mouth But I'm Grip and like bowlin pins I'm knockin 'em out [Hook] - repeat 2X Wha**up baby? Oh you got a flat tire? Don't trip, I got a can of Fix-a-Flat in the trunk Matter fact you can take my spare Hehe, I still got you