Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hood Guerillas, artist - 9th Prince. Album song One Man Army, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.10.2010
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Hood Guerillas |
| To all the murderers and gangstas, and burglars and cop killas |
| And drug dealers, we blood spillers |
| We from the Planet of the Apes, bust shots, every night |
| We hood guerillas, aiyo, it’s on, for realer |
| Aiyo, my raps takes toll like when Hurricane 'Trina struck the U.S. Gulf Coast |
| See me on the cover of the New York Post holding my toast |
| Live at the cookout, people getting roast |
| Niggas get laid down like Las Vegas hoes |
| You the King of New York? |
| That’s a total fabrication |
| Placed upon a nation, niggas is doodoo, I spit voodoo |
| Like I’m Haitian, shorty half Jamaican, half Asian |
| Spent the weekend at the Days Inn, the next day I fucked her and best friend |
| Yo, I was never blessed, never call me an overnight success |
| If anything, I slept with the vest on my chest |
| To protect me from the slugfest |
| Now I’m untouchable like Elliott Ness, yes |
| Stay fresh on a homicide quest, cocaine invest |
| FBI wanna frisk me, but I stay clean like Zest |
| In the progress me and the congress |
| Spark with a bad switch in a blue Prada dress |
| I finesse to test, and bag more women then this rhyme got S |
| Release the stress with the progress |
| The detective said I left the crime scene a fucking mess |