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