Bongo Boy Magazine Issue Volume Lets Have A Rockin Christmas | Page 55

“Have A Gigolo”
STEEL
In the beginning, the G.I. was a curly haired player, born in 72’, drinking the O.E. brew,
With the nurse, a curse, but youngin’, first things first, I was sippin’ Vitamin C, from her 34 D’s,
Did you know in first grade, collectin’ girls like candy canes, a shorty ho-hoe’in, elementary
gigolo’in,
When I was 12, I couldn’t help myself, to free school lunches, girlies like grapes in bunches,
With my female teachers, always the head of my class, kept sending G to the board, liked to look
at my a@@,
I was on a roll, or was it the honor ho’ stroll, my substitute teacher would pick G up in her pinto
After school, the only yellow bus I ever rolled on, was to miss a giftless XMAS, get my freak
and get my stroll on,
So girls gather round’, cause’ I’ma break it on down, in East Cap at sundown, check the sound . .
Chorus (2x)
The Gigolo’s creepin’ while you’re sleepin’ (the G.I. gigga in town, bout’ to break it on down)
The Gigolo’s creepin while you’re sleepin (cause’ I’m just a gigolo, I’m just a gigolo-o-o)
D-y-s-funk-sugar- shunal, Trojans and Lifestyles, Triple sec and Red Bull,
Why did I have to be so gorgeous, getting’ A’s in all my courses, from high school to college,
diploma in mackin’ knowledge,
The world is an oyster, if you got the right bait, in 9quin, if you think I’m trippin’ it’s your girl
that I’ll be dippin’,
To females, I’m irrestible, unpredictable, easily excitable nymphomaniac when they treat the
bozack, Black,
I keep’em comin’ for years, putting’ girlies in head spins, breakin’ banks accounts and best
friendships, cause’ women love to drive stick,
And when they come to pick G up, I compliment’em and sh#, is it cause’ I stroke well pay,
For my rent every night at a motel room, if you got it, like Anita, then taste the boom, of the
gigolo,
Sing my praises like them other ho’s, so gather round cause’ I’ma break it on down, in East Cap
at sundown check the sound . . .
Chorus (2x)
G.I. gigga, g.i. gigolo, g.i. gigolo, check the dysfunkshunal g-flow of a n__, who sleeps in
apartments during the day, runnin’ and gunnin’ the girls with government jobs, no ho’ don’t ask
G to stay,
Cause’ after you pay for dinner, I see your purse is a little thinner, can’t wait for another date
with the born again Sinner,
Not righteous or mack, matter of fact, I don’t pay for dumb hotties, yeah, the G ain’t free, you
better ask somebody.
(Bubu) Yeah, I’m pulling whores like brothers pull doors on shopping malls and girls always
give me a call,
I got’em sucking d__ like they were tootsie rolls, I don’t hide in houses, I hide out in p__s_ holes
Cause’ I’m flier than flies, one day I caught my broads trying to f__ckin’ unionize,
I’m a superstar like Robert DeNiro, so dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, I’m your pimpin’ superhero . .
Chorus (2x)
Outro
The gigolo, ah . . .