Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gorillapimpin', artist - Above The Law. Album song Time Will Reveal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.05.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Gorillapimpin' |
Wherever we go, another player whore |
From city to city, we still Gorilla pimpin' |
We still pimpin' |
We keep the whores the Ghetto Stars |
We’re sippin' Caviar |
From city to city, we still Gorilla pimpin' |
We still pimpin' |
Sometimes I have a whole modern bullshit on my mind |
Sometimes I sit and write hype rhymes time after time |
About these hoochies, about these hookers, about these hoodrats |
Bitch you disrespect that, Bitch you’ll get your headcracked |
Now, pay your tribute to B.C.G. |
(Pimp — Clinic — Gang) |
Yo, and bow down cause we roll through |
Cause I was half melabo with this bitch from Hundred Noo-Noo |
You should’ve seen what she wants to do |
She wants to do it from the Livin' Room to the Kitchen |
I mean all up in the cabinets, bread conditions |
Yo, now let me tell you somethin, this is how you break a whore: |
Tell what she wanna hear, take where she wanna go |
And when it gets real good to them |
You gotta treat them like you don’t even ahh care for them |
Yo, yo, that’s a tactic, you call it psychology |
We are from the Pimp Clinic, we call it pimpology |
And we pimped on like them Rolling Stone makin' hits |
All up in the traffic, yellin' fuck the bitch |
Yo, on that for reala my nigga |
Yo, cause when I pimps, I pimps like a Gorilla, yeah |
Pimp Clinic Gang Bandanna, hang with my Banana |
Banana be in my clip, A.K. |
— set trip |
Keep Clinic mingle, peep the new single |
Flossy pimp nigga, peep cap when I hit you with the mental |
Carvan cause the whores look good to me |
They spit light too, I was hookin' up their wig |
Now, they be sterned up, and they got their mack up |
Come on, here me speadin' love as I get my grind on the Microphone |
Slide you on the homie’s Benz, been some of the homie’s ends |
Hell of conversation with you and the friend |
I never lied to you, just so I can slide to you |
Check it out, let me show you the view |
And continue, to smell good and look good |
And still be chasin' them hoodrats, like a nigga should be |
With a hell of a Chronic Sack, with my fat ass Gat |
Yeah, nigga has got a Low-Rider, plus, I mobs with the Rottweiler |
Chronic sow the whores follower |
What or Why? |
— cause that’s what I wanna do |
Click with my ignorant, Pimp Clinic pregnant |
I’m a type of nigga that causin' a gang of drama |
Oppose it, chillin', see I’m all up in your baby’s mamma |
Fools, get trippin' like they’re royal |
But see half of these bitches can’t spell the word LOYAL |
I run deep with a gang of killers |
So if it’s static, we better come for reala |
I said: trust no whore til the day you die |
And don’t be sown your soul just saved because you suicide |
I hit the A.C. as I roll through Kila |
California On the turn of way to Pomona |
To make peace with my kinfolks, metanade on some hell of a smoke |
I keep real like I used to do on the street |
Cause still water is runnin' deep |
And if you really wonder how I fill up |
Can’t nobody get by a Gorilla |
Ugh, we run game on you whores and start to finish |
Now, it’s the good, the bad and the pimpish |
Now, why would I run down the hood to fuck one girl |
When I can creep down the hill and fuck them all |
Ugh, I know this pinky P-Y-T, so young, so sweat |
She was only Seventeen |
At one of my shows, kickin' it backstage |
You know them young ass bitches never at the age |
She whispered in ear: do you wanna fuck? |
This young bitch made my dick hits, called up on my nuts |
My? |
is ticklin, this bitch kept on minglin' |
She gave the pussy and in my ride she wants to be a singer |
Promises, promises, I taped that ass and kicked the bitch up out my S-Class |
And on my dashies I say: Pimpin' Ain’t Easy |
I can’t kick it around the bitch that got no rhyme with me, ugh |