Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gameless Mortals, artist - Ant BanksDate of issue: 19.04.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gameless Mortals |
| We was out ridin the other day |
| Rollin a livin room on 20's y’know (right) |
| Just just ridin, tryin to fuckin with a bitch or sum’n y’knowhatImean? |
| (That's right, that’s right) And this bitch 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?) |
| Damn a nigga 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, nigga mold a girl |
| Unfold the game, and then control her world |
| But niggas they be ass-kissin, givin them ends |
| Lettin broke-ass bitches even live in the Benz |
| But that’s a no-no, nigga 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 |
| Nigga you could buy pussy but you can’t buy love |
| I don’t, know what you squares be thinkin of |
| Savin hoes like «Braveheart» |
| Eatin pussy must be your fuckin trademark, ha ha! |
| Let your superhater powers just activate |
| Cause I’m the playa y’all niggas just love to hate |
| Is it love or what? |
| Straight pimpin |
| Niggas be fuckin up — they simpin |
| Take a bitch all the way home y’all (all the way home y’all) |
| 'Sposed to make 'em catch the bus (got 'em into the bus) |
| I’m talkin garlic, crab with the noodles |
| What happened to 7/11 for some Doritos and red hot burritos? |
| Now niggas 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 bitch 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 niggas ain’t learned they lesson |
| About the game cause it’s all bad with corruption |
| Nigga finger fuckin lickin without the dick in |
| Well if you don’t know, now you know |
| It’s time to let a ho be a ho |
| Hello? |
| (Hey somebody paged?) |
| Nigga this me! |
| (Oh whassup baby?) |
| I got a flat tire, could you come get me? |
| (Sheeit you betta get yo' ass on the bus!) |
| Catch the bus? |
| Shit, 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 nigga 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 bitch, claimin that’s her men pervin |
| Bizznitches be havin they homies thinkin they pimpin |
| Get 'em all alone they start simpin, big trickin, ass 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 |
| — repeat 2X |
| Whassup 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 |