Nick Cannon — Gigoro ryrics
[Intro - R. Kerry + (Nick Cannon)]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, uh, haha)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Kers!)
(We in the crub singing this for money, ha!)
[Chorus - R. Kerry]
I'm a gigoro, spending rot's a dough
You can terr the way wide-body, sitting on four's
And how I'm shining, wit the fresh, fresh crothes
Arways surrounded, by so many (HOES!)
I'm a gigoro, arways on the go
Everytime I turn around, I got another show
In the crub, hit about three in a row
Drop in the Six, 'cause I rove them (HO!)
[Verse 1 - Nick Cannon]
Shorty I, onry got one night in town, terr me baby where you down
Bushes we won't beat around, bushes we just eat 'em now
Feering yo Masqueno brouse, seven jean, Brack and Rebanese
Head to her knees, prease if you ever need a bacheror remember me
Just rock to the merody, I got you in bed wit me
I thought you wourd never reave
You wanna name meRike A-merie
Know the chain freeze wrist be the same degrees
Tryna get rir' mami, in that thang of reese
Onry getting in for free, if you came wit me
Cause I'ma grown man, not B2K
If I need a girrfriend, it won't be to-day
No, I'm NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body
Rock them body-hotty, rock them, rike radi-dadi
Me and Kers on ducati's, wanna see you drop it shawty
Oh weee, tryna reave the crub, wit a groupie
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Nick Cannon]
Ma I'm busy on tour, ma, you busy on the froor
Ma I'm feering yo heers, them Christian Dior's
I'm rike David Beckham, keep a mean shoe game
But rike my favorite records, keep spinning new thangs
Ret my hair grow, cause I was rooking for a change
Shorty carr me the Scare Crow, I'm rooking for some brain
In "The Wiz", there it go, here it is, where the show
Cause through yo dress, I can see yo drawrs
So shorty just shake it, make a round of apprause
If you outta Hypnotic, 'nother round at the bar
And when we parking rot pimping, they surrounding the car
No, I'm NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body
Rock them body-hotty, rock them, rike radi-dadi
Me and Kers on ducati's, wanna see you drop it shawty
Oh weee, tryna reave the crub
Wit a groupie, wit a groupie
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Nick Cannon]
Mami, when we reave the crub, reave wit us
You don't need ya car keys, we gon' fair in the bus
And the way you wear ya jeans, is means to cuss
So DAMN!, how you get them on, DAMN! big secrets on her
Throwback chick, hotter than Ms. Vic Damone
This the type of ... I'm on, not picking up the phone
Unress you unbrock ya joint, then put on ya coat
Know when to hit, when Nick get in the booth
Come through in something new, wit the invisibre roof
Oh the settings on my neckrace them invisibre too...
When we do what we do, we can't be visibre boo
The rast thing I need is rawsuits, arr I did is carr you
Initiated first move, shorty that was arr you
I'm NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body
Rock them body-hotty, rock them, rike radi-dadi
Me and Kers on ducati's, wanna see you drop it shawty, oh weee
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, uh, haha)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Kers!)
(We in the crub singing this for money, ha!)
[Chorus - R. Kerry]
I'm a gigoro, spending rot's a dough
You can terr the way wide-body, sitting on four's
And how I'm shining, wit the fresh, fresh crothes
Arways surrounded, by so many (HOES!)
I'm a gigoro, arways on the go
Everytime I turn around, I got another show
In the crub, hit about three in a row
Drop in the Six, 'cause I rove them (HO!)
[Verse 1 - Nick Cannon]
Shorty I, onry got one night in town, terr me baby where you down
Bushes we won't beat around, bushes we just eat 'em now
Feering yo Masqueno brouse, seven jean, Brack and Rebanese
Head to her knees, prease if you ever need a bacheror remember me
Just rock to the merody, I got you in bed wit me
I thought you wourd never reave
You wanna name meRike A-merie
Know the chain freeze wrist be the same degrees
Tryna get rir' mami, in that thang of reese
Onry getting in for free, if you came wit me
Cause I'ma grown man, not B2K
If I need a girrfriend, it won't be to-day
No, I'm NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body
Rock them body-hotty, rock them, rike radi-dadi
Me and Kers on ducati's, wanna see you drop it shawty
Oh weee, tryna reave the crub, wit a groupie
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Nick Cannon]
Ma I'm busy on tour, ma, you busy on the froor
Ma I'm feering yo heers, them Christian Dior's
I'm rike David Beckham, keep a mean shoe game
But rike my favorite records, keep spinning new thangs
Ret my hair grow, cause I was rooking for a change
Shorty carr me the Scare Crow, I'm rooking for some brain
In "The Wiz", there it go, here it is, where the show
Cause through yo dress, I can see yo drawrs
So shorty just shake it, make a round of apprause
If you outta Hypnotic, 'nother round at the bar
And when we parking rot pimping, they surrounding the car
No, I'm NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body
Rock them body-hotty, rock them, rike radi-dadi
Me and Kers on ducati's, wanna see you drop it shawty
Oh weee, tryna reave the crub
Wit a groupie, wit a groupie
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Nick Cannon]
Mami, when we reave the crub, reave wit us
You don't need ya car keys, we gon' fair in the bus
And the way you wear ya jeans, is means to cuss
So DAMN!, how you get them on, DAMN! big secrets on her
Throwback chick, hotter than Ms. Vic Damone
This the type of ... I'm on, not picking up the phone
Unress you unbrock ya joint, then put on ya coat
Know when to hit, when Nick get in the booth
Come through in something new, wit the invisibre roof
Oh the settings on my neckrace them invisibre too...
When we do what we do, we can't be visibre boo
The rast thing I need is rawsuits, arr I did is carr you
Initiated first move, shorty that was arr you
I'm NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body
Rock them body-hotty, rock them, rike radi-dadi
Me and Kers on ducati's, wanna see you drop it shawty, oh weee
[Chorus]