Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Guerilla City , by - Guerilla Black. Release date: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Guerilla City |
| Ladies and gentleman |
| I’d like to introduce myself |
| I’m Guerilla Black |
| And I’d like to take y’all for a walk through my place called Guerilla City |
| A.K.A. |
| Compton, home of the legends |
| It’s a cold place to be at baby |
| Uh Uh |
| When I’m in Guerilla City |
| And I got my killas with me |
| In khakis and chucks |
| Gats untucked |
| Dont fuck around and get your ass sprayed up |
| When you walk through my city you can tell it’s a cold vibe |
| Look at the eyes of the young niggas and old guys |
| You can see the hurt the old cats on the inside |
| The young niggas stay smokin sherm |
| And ain’t no promise I’ll see tomorrow |
| It’s just me my? |
| khakis and my beat up Monte Carlo |
| With? |
| on the bulletholes |
| Bandana on the steering wheel dashboard with photos of my old hoes |
| Smokin' Newports up Compton Boulevard |
| I’m gettin older and the younger niggas stompin hard |
| I got a problem mama sayin' get a job |
| My girl bitchin and they killed my little nigga Rob |
| I got a link on some blocks with my niggas up in Watts |
| And they told me that they fresh out the box |
| Shit fuck a EdD i got work nigga |
| It’s called crack cocaine it hit ya turf nigga |
| The hood uniform done changed |
| Now they in throwbacks and Akademics and they still gangbang |
| And the Crips wear more red than the Bloods do |
| Neither the enemy or the hood loves you |
| And the smokers still pulling on pipe dreams |
| Them youngins' crush dro? |
| light green |
| The night seems like it never will end |
| My nigga blew the whole rack got? |
| Look in my eyes it ain’t all palm trees and dody smoke |
| Bunch of hood minded muthafuckas holdin' heat for sho' |
| Jump in they? |
| patrol the hood block for block now |
| Let the pigeons out the coop when the Johnnies hound |
| Dice games and slapboxing is a hood sport |
| Chili cheese fries, deuce deuce, and a newport |
| I thank God for being here nigga just to talk |
| I got a warrant up in Torrance I dont give a fuck I ain’t payin' shit |
| Send me to the county to the dorm where i can play it sick |
| Watching big screens, taking showers, on the phone |
| Sharpen up my toothbrush just in case homes |
| And them other eses start tripping |
| Swing with my right nigga keep the left one sticking |
| Until they tear gas and pepper spray this bitch down |
| I got three days left until i’m back out |
| And when i touch down back in the CPT |
| I got the pack of cigs I ain’t smoke in bout 2 weeks |
| Niggas blowin' up my cellphone to know the whole scoop |
| Niggas break down your story better than you do |
| That’s the hood for you niggas know the info |
| I’m back in the Monte Carlo with a nympho |
| And she got the hoes buy the booty for my pleasures man |
| Muthafuckas don’t wanna get caught on this side of town nigga |
| It’s real crazy over here muthafucka |
| We got some of everything crackin over here we got prostitution |
| Muthafuckas got ARs, Muthafuckas got little mini-MACs |
| We got all that shit and I got the thirstiest muthafuckas in the world |
| You can be a grown man get your ass whooped by an 11- year old nigga |
| I’m telling you nigga these niggas is 'bout it bout it |
| Haha |
| It’s real muthafucka you bring your ass on this side nigga I’m tellin you nigga |
| We put fear in muthafuckas hearts for years nigga |
| Niggas know how we riding as soon as we hit the county |
| Watts up |
| You know C-O-M-P-T-O-N |
| C-O-M-P-T-O-N nigga |