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



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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



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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



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