Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta And Pimps , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album 500 Degreez, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Gangsta And Pimps |
| Ladies and gentlemen |
| This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch |
| I feel for you, I’m with you, I’m with you brother |
| And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm |
| That just burn baby, burn baby, burn |
| Pop open a malt liquor |
| Smoke something until your scalp gets killed |
| Gangstas and pimps |
| Love lobsters and shrimps |
| Kool-Aid and chicken |
| Flashy things and women |
| All I need |
| Is Remy and weed |
| Somebody not afraid |
| To go some for my Escalade |
| I’m just pimping |
| Baby you got a rule for me |
| Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me |
| Hey you gotta get high and go low for me |
| It’s Cash Money young money never know money |
| It’s 500 Degreez it’s not fool |
| But it and the dro got me so scummy |
| And to drum hole a whole hundred |
| Can I put a whole hundred in your whole tummy |
| Hehe, man Weezy’s a legend |
| You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what’s in a bezel |
| And he be on a level that’s so terrific |
| I’m in this bitch hold your pictures |
| And hold your bitches cuz she gon want a part of me |
| Cuz she never see the roof of my car with me |
| And you never see a tooth without a diamond on it |
| This is game at its finest homie |
| Peep it |
| See I was born from a gangsta |
| Pa gave me a whip |
| Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents |
| One of a kind Birdman I shine |
| 22's on it? |
| The bitch ain’t mine |
| I taught her the game ma |
| I gave it all to her |
| Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him |
| The Birdman junior I’m the son of a stunna |
| Mannie Fresh |
| Jazze Phezzy this our summer |
| 500 Degreez got rich off the four |
| Cadillac slant back cut side elbow |
| Cadillac smoke dro just me and the ho |
| Flash from hard times from that coke and dope |
| Put cars in moms name just to duck white folks |
| We eat lobster and shrimp |
| Nigga park that Lambo |
| I’m a V.I.P. |
| nigga |
| Pop bottles of Mo |
| I pray that one day I’ll open a better door |
| Ain’t no mountain high enough |
| To me for cuz I keep on buying fi-fi stuff |
| And the Eastside where we pump |
| It’s my part of New Orleans |
| Bleed for ya I’m the heart of New Orleans |
| Hear you’re fucking with a gangsta foe |
| Hope you never close your eyes I’ll bang your ho |
| All she need is some guidance I’ll tame your ho |
| It’s big pimping over here man yeah man |
| If she looking for a daddy see the lil man |
| Weezy baby, don’t fool yourself you need me baby |
| Easy baby, I’m just trying to keep my bread cheesy baby |
| Slick when I spit shit right |
| 26-inch got a deep-dish ma |
| Sweet as mami lips when I’m creeping by |
| Baby gave me wings just to keep me fly |
| Weezy I, hell yeah |
| And I’m rolling with them |