Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Pimp, artist - GeloDate of issue: 05.06.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta Pimp |
| Yeah |
| Back up in this biatch |
| Gelo |
| You know |
| You know how we do |
| Dedicated to all them gangsta pimps in the motherfucking place |
| Putting it down in the 2002, '03, '04, '05 |
| How many times will I kick these rhymes |
| Till you motherfuckers 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 sex souvenir |
| What the hell I ain’t tripping, if they’re sipping then I’m busting a nut |
| GB is never trusting a slut |
| We them gangsta pimps, playboy mack daddies |
| Kind of motherfuckers that you see off in the Caddy |
| Kind of motherfuckers got the weed and the cavi |
| Kind of motherfuckers if you trip’ll let you have it |
| Load them up, roll them up, letting them go |
| Take the collar off a bad bitch, 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 motherfucker 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 |
| 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 ass, probably got it from us |
| People bending in the corners of the back of the bars |
| Tripping on my motherfucking fancy ass cars |
| Wish upon a star, you ain’t gotta go far |
| Southeast babygirl, you know who we are |