Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gorillas, artist - al-dDate of issue: 24.03.2002
Song language: English
Gorillas |
| Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa |
| You know you done fucked up, don’t you |
| You know you done fucked up, fedd-i-y |
| That’s my team, killas, killas |
| My entourage don’t play, we blast on sight |
| Make a hit move quick, and disappear in the night |
| War war plus more, for you hoes ass niggas |
| Separate the monkeys from the gorillas |
| Call me a ape I’m not a mark, I’m a Hogg gorilla |
| You get it lost you get tossed, for the cost nigga |
| I’m the boss of the house, plus the sauce nigga |
| From a block to a block, it don’t stop nigga |
| See you fucking with a gorilla, that’s raw and untamed |
| Testing your feet in the water, scorch it in flames |
| You kill me mayn, it ain’t shit to move niggas |
| Cemetery street booth, the pot to abuse niggas |
| Spin em around, watch em fuck to the ground nigga |
| And be like timber, cause somebody too limber |
| For the block to enter, split up his fo’head |
| I’m cross red, light speed or head at niggas |
| I don’t know how the hell you gon get fed, for free nigga |
| It’s me nigga, rep it up for the three nigga |
| Don Corleone, separate monkeys from gorillas |
| You feel that, motherfucker |
| Guns busting, blood rushing out your body |
| That make you clear the way, in a new Mazaratti |
| Niggas talk about it, but what would you do |
| If I had that big black thang, pointed at you |
| I’m Mr. 3−2, ghetto confidant |
| Ladies on dick, niggas wanna go to war |
| But I don’t bar, nothing but promethazyne |
| Spin out your limousine, lifted a whole magazine |
| Sixteen plus one, watch me square it off |
| Running through the whole house, it’s the number one Boss |
| Fuck it doors off, it don’t get no realer |
| Fucking with this Southside, Gulf Coast gorilla |
| Born a go getter, eager and ambitious |
| Coward ass bitches, getting broke like dishes |
| Caught up like fishes, and swimming in the sea |
| My repercussion as I’m busting, on the first thing I see |
| I’m a fiend for green, feddy’n my team |
| Po' nigga slow nigga, what the fuck you mean |
| First off I’m the shit, and the click I claim |
| Talking down on the name, you get two in your brain |
| With the slugs you injected, came back resurrected |
| Pimp my pen got my ends, now I’m well respected |
| Just accept it, you can’t fight fire with heat |
| Look a G in the eyes, and stop talking to my feet |
| We too deep to go to sleep, keep bumping your gums |
| Throw ones and dum-dums, buried deep in they lungs |
| I ain’t playing, so listen carefully to a G |
| You don’t want nothing, with this S.U.C |
| I mean nothing, end of discussion |
| Break a nigga bluffing, I’m busting when you rushing |
| Nigga fuck busting, I’m packing my heat |
| Leaving hoes and my foes, from they head to they feet |