Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guerillas in Tha Mist, artist - Da Lench Mob. Date of issue: 21.09.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Guerillas in Tha Mist |
| Come down and beware of the black fist |
| The guerillas straight mutherfucking killers is the mist |
| Take a shot Buck Buck but you can’t forge |
| Never thought you’d see South Central niggaz in the forest |
| Don’t kick in the chorus just yet |
| Cause we ain’t made a mess yet |
| Lench Mob produce the best yet |
| Comin real hard man |
| Bumpin in your car man |
| Finally caught up with a devil named Tarzan |
| Swingin on a vine |
| Suckin on a piece of swine |
| Jiggaboo come up from behind |
| Hit him with a coconut |
| Stab him in the gut |
| Push him out the tree |
| he falls right on his nuts |
| And just like EPMD |
| I don’t like a bitch |
| Named J to tha A to tha N-E |
| Can’t wait to meet her |
| I’m gonna kill 'er |
| Cause that little muthafucking cheetah can’t hang with a guerilla |
| You try to pay me off with a banana |
| But J-D is blacker than a city called Atlanta |
| Give me some elbow room, I need some elbow room |
| So I can boom shak-a-lak boom |
| That’s the sound of the twenty guage |
| Lock us up and the Lench Mob can break out of any cage |
| You never even hear of this |
| I’m taking care of this |
| Lench Mob environmental terrorists |
| Fuck great ape ammarilla |
| I’m a killa |
| But killa gorilla ain’t a killa |
| White boys like Godzilla |
| But my super nigga my King Kong |
| Played his ass like Ping-Pong |
| So everybody get the ding-dong |
| Or the bozack what’s that dick and nut sack |
| So get your buts back from the black fist |
| Cap peelers the guerillas in the mist |
| Va-voom here comes a nigga from the dark side |
| Talking bout a brand new apartheid |
| South Central straight ghetto native |
| Gotta show these devil muthafuckers what I’m made of Yes, never smoke the sess |
| Only hit the buddha when I’m laying on my chest |
| I’m laying in a cut |
| I’m laying in a cut |
| I’m laying in a cut |
| bout to shoot me a mutt (with what?) |
| With the boom ping ping |
| Listen to the ill shit that I bring bring |
| Nappy head gorilla, coming out the forest |
| Ice Cube is my motherfucking dog, yes |
| Kicking pumps, Smoking humps |
| The guerillas, rollin from deep in the bumps |
| Short Dog got the muthafucking pump |
| And it’s true T-Bone got the twenty-two |
| That’s how it’s done |
| So you better run yo Run your ass out the jungle |
| Cause hear the guns go and we don’t miss |
| The Lench Mob, the guerillas in the mist! |