Yeah
Back up in this biatch
Gelo

You know
You know how we do
Dedicated to all them gangsta pimps in the mother$#&@ing place

Putting it down in the 2002, '03, '04, '05

How many times will I kick these rhymes

Till you mother$#&@ers 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 !@#%


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We them gangsta pimps, playboy mack daddies
Kind of mother$#&@ers that you see off in the Caddy

Kind of mother$#&@ers got the weed and the cavi
Kind of mother$#&@ers if you trip'll let you have it


Load them up, roll them up, letting them go
Take the collar off a bad (*##$, 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 mother$#&@er 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 $$#, probably got it from us
People bending in the corners of the back of the bars
Tripping on my mother$#&@ing fancy $$# cars

Wish upon a star, you ain't gotta go far
Southeast babygirl, you know who we are


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