Gangsta And Pimps Lyrics - Lil Wayne

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 

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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 

Photos 

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