"Gigolo" lyrics
Yeah! Like that? Haha
Yeah! And it don't stop, and it won't stop
Yeah! To the beat, baby
BIATCHHHH!
I come thru wit' tha humps!
I thump tha shit out ya block!
I'm on alert for the cops, be on alert for the cops
Spot some hoes, tootin' my horn at the bitch
[?]
15's humpin', drop the tops and mo'
Countin' my dough, purchase 250 of some bomb indo
Floss thru South Central, I'm on my way to the Eastside
We high, blazin' like crazy, and we arrived
Feelin' good as fuck on hot-azz day
And there's some Blu Jam right around the way
Niggas got hoes, but ladies in the world
They wanna play with our minds like little girls
I twirl my fingers in the air, run my fingers through my hair
Red bones to black bones, dark bones to red bones
Skinny girls come a dime a dozen
But I play hoes like [?] 'cause I get pretty
It's all about game!
'Cause with no game, it's hard to maintain for so long, mane
From Long Beach, California, from [?] to Oklahoma
To [?], New Orleans, from Mississippi [?]
Hold the key to unlock the do'!
From long pros to [?] to gold bangs
We ridin' fo' sho
So tell me, how much money can one playa make?
And how much ass can one nigga break?
We just some Gigolos! (You know, you know)
To the heart, we just Gigolos (You know, you know)
I was off in Vallejo, pealin' hoes like Idaho potatoes
What am I to do when life as a G
Bein' from where I be — D.P.G
It's magnifico, ran into this pretty-ass skirt
Mexico and Puerto Rico, mixed with a sprinkle of black (Black!)
That's why I'mma approach her like that (Wassup, girl?)
And let her know where I ride and reside at
My zone! The place that I call home
(Where?) It's the world — from Philadelphia to Rome
Picture me, a entrepreneur wit' my nigga D-A
Rockin' tours and we still young
We got bitchez — they got some bomb-azz lips
She used to put 'em on this bomb-azz dick
She always talk some bomb-azz shit
She used to blow some bomb-azz dick
We fucked up, lovin' the whole atmosphere
Young Daz and Kurupt in here drinkin' Remy, coke and beer
Stare to the left — met a rat named Cherrelle
Stare to the right — mmm... met a rat named Michelle
Laid in the cut, hoes grabbin' ass and shakin' they rump
Bitches do what they feel, and do what they want
The party is in motion, drinkin' my ackrite potion
Ladies is coastin', fellas on the wall
For all my niggas and my bitchez and my bitchez
Throw yo' muthafuckin' hands in the air!
Because if you fuck, and if we fuck, we all finna fuck in here!
It's goin' down to the drop, every woman around — don't stop!
Do what you be doin', and every woman in the town
I break it down — shake your rump, do dat shit!
Keep on what you doin' 'cause baby, do dat shit!
I admit ya helluva, et cetera, et cetera
The more shit you be blowin', the more you gets better-ah
We got bitchez — they got some bomb-azz lips
She used to put 'em on this bomb-azz dick
She always talk some bomb-azz shit
She used to blow some bomb-azz dick
Rub-a-dub-dub, three different freaks in one club
Playin' wit' my dick because they think it's scary
And all they like to eat is pussy
So suspect it, it's time to inspect like a detective
But I'mma keep it simple and plain
I'mma do what I'mma do, unexplained
I don't trust ya, I ain't got no love
It's like smokin' a half and it got no buzz
I put the pedal to the metal, and put the pit in the kennel
And put a classic rhyme to a classic instrumental
I seen eyes, that capture my mind like chain balls
I seen her, she said her name was Alima
Well, a-yooo! I be Kurupt from Tha D-O-double-G P-O-U-N-D
I know you remember me, from my days of ?twip?
And the life I live in this town, shit!
Now, how much money can one nigga make?
And how much ass can one playa break?
We just some Gigolos!
'Til we die, we stay Gigolos!
Yeah! How much money can one nigga make?
And how much ass can one playa break?
We just some Gigolos!
Straight up! We just Gigolos!
Yeah! And it don't stop, and it won't stop
Yeah! To the beat, baby
BIATCHHHH!
I come thru wit' tha humps!
I thump tha shit out ya block!
I'm on alert for the cops, be on alert for the cops
Spot some hoes, tootin' my horn at the bitch
[?]
15's humpin', drop the tops and mo'
Countin' my dough, purchase 250 of some bomb indo
Floss thru South Central, I'm on my way to the Eastside
We high, blazin' like crazy, and we arrived
Feelin' good as fuck on hot-azz day
And there's some Blu Jam right around the way
Niggas got hoes, but ladies in the world
They wanna play with our minds like little girls
I twirl my fingers in the air, run my fingers through my hair
Red bones to black bones, dark bones to red bones
Skinny girls come a dime a dozen
But I play hoes like [?] 'cause I get pretty
It's all about game!
'Cause with no game, it's hard to maintain for so long, mane
From Long Beach, California, from [?] to Oklahoma
To [?], New Orleans, from Mississippi [?]
Hold the key to unlock the do'!
From long pros to [?] to gold bangs
We ridin' fo' sho
So tell me, how much money can one playa make?
And how much ass can one nigga break?
We just some Gigolos! (You know, you know)
To the heart, we just Gigolos (You know, you know)
I was off in Vallejo, pealin' hoes like Idaho potatoes
What am I to do when life as a G
Bein' from where I be — D.P.G
It's magnifico, ran into this pretty-ass skirt
Mexico and Puerto Rico, mixed with a sprinkle of black (Black!)
That's why I'mma approach her like that (Wassup, girl?)
And let her know where I ride and reside at
My zone! The place that I call home
(Where?) It's the world — from Philadelphia to Rome
Picture me, a entrepreneur wit' my nigga D-A
Rockin' tours and we still young
We got bitchez — they got some bomb-azz lips
She used to put 'em on this bomb-azz dick
She always talk some bomb-azz shit
She used to blow some bomb-azz dick
We fucked up, lovin' the whole atmosphere
Young Daz and Kurupt in here drinkin' Remy, coke and beer
Stare to the left — met a rat named Cherrelle
Stare to the right — mmm... met a rat named Michelle
Laid in the cut, hoes grabbin' ass and shakin' they rump
Bitches do what they feel, and do what they want
The party is in motion, drinkin' my ackrite potion
Ladies is coastin', fellas on the wall
For all my niggas and my bitchez and my bitchez
Throw yo' muthafuckin' hands in the air!
Because if you fuck, and if we fuck, we all finna fuck in here!
It's goin' down to the drop, every woman around — don't stop!
Do what you be doin', and every woman in the town
I break it down — shake your rump, do dat shit!
Keep on what you doin' 'cause baby, do dat shit!
I admit ya helluva, et cetera, et cetera
The more shit you be blowin', the more you gets better-ah
We got bitchez — they got some bomb-azz lips
She used to put 'em on this bomb-azz dick
She always talk some bomb-azz shit
She used to blow some bomb-azz dick
Rub-a-dub-dub, three different freaks in one club
Playin' wit' my dick because they think it's scary
And all they like to eat is pussy
So suspect it, it's time to inspect like a detective
But I'mma keep it simple and plain
I'mma do what I'mma do, unexplained
I don't trust ya, I ain't got no love
It's like smokin' a half and it got no buzz
I put the pedal to the metal, and put the pit in the kennel
And put a classic rhyme to a classic instrumental
I seen eyes, that capture my mind like chain balls
I seen her, she said her name was Alima
Well, a-yooo! I be Kurupt from Tha D-O-double-G P-O-U-N-D
I know you remember me, from my days of ?twip?
And the life I live in this town, shit!
Now, how much money can one nigga make?
And how much ass can one playa break?
We just some Gigolos!
'Til we die, we stay Gigolos!
Yeah! How much money can one nigga make?
And how much ass can one playa break?
We just some Gigolos!
Straight up! We just Gigolos!
