Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ape Food, artist - Heltah Skeltah. Album song D.I.R.T. Da Incredible Rap Team, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.09.2008
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Ape Food |
| You better wise up, times up, competition gets sized up |
| When I bust, I crush every single thing I touch |
| So get your grind up, foes get lined up |
| Rewind up, tied up, fronting will get your eyes shut |
| We stay alert and niggas know it’s affirmative |
| These young wack journalists, flipping, get on some murder shit |
| Ain’t nothing permanent, nigga you know who turn it is |
| It’s the alternative, ill street verbalist |
| Kick ass, take names, cock back, then take aim |
| Supreme on my A-Game, I spit heat, spray flames |
| So watch how you say things, you cats better maintain |
| Come packed like the A train, then clap at your mainframe |
| You muthafuckas know me |
| Green like frog, but no F-R, just O-G |
| R-O-C-K Ness monster, the chest stomper |
| The skit blonger, that nigga just bonkers |
| Dress warm in the summer time, that’s just heat on my waist |
| Careful you, open the oven, it’ll be heat in your face |
| Keep it in place, bong, die when the sket burst, hit cha |
| Roll deeper than them Verizon network niggas |
| (Can you hear me now?) |
| D.I.R.T. |
| and the Reps hurt niggas pride |
| Well them bird niggas ride |
| Tell them herbs get ya nine mills and killas, I’m gorilla |
| They think they bananas, well fine I’ll peel ya |
| Finally, about time, something you can hate to |
| Hate to, two step, frown up your face too |
| Nobody dance around, acting all playful |
| Fuck outta here, this is muthafucking ape food, flame you |
| Listen, I will end your life, fam |
| With a knife, but tonight I will Kimbo Slice fans |
| Catch me hopping out the hot truck |
| Cold stares, no fear, knock 'em out the box, Ruck |
| Murder a man when I blam the chrome, but I can |
| Roberto Durán you, the hands of stone |
| Fuck it, It don’t matter to me, capital P |
| Independent rapper, trafficking to package your D |
| Listen, I clap you with the weapon, yeah |
| Receive shells well, the immaculate reception |
| Accurate, I smack you with a rap and get to stepping |
| Before you face to face with a Black Smif-n-Wessun, P |
| Aiyo, I’m back in this bitch like a nigga never left off |
| I’m still hammer handling, shotty will blow ya chest off |
| Started where we left off and I leave you where you finish, kid |
| You dinner plate, murder you monkeys where them gorillas at |
| Now where them killas at, line 'em all up |
| Flip a county, pop a nigga face, nine 'em all up |
| Yeah, listen, I put the metal to you herbs |
| The combination is heavy, it’s like it’s heroine and herb |
| I’m a devil with the bird, you niggas just like to talk and flash |
| Soft packing nigga for stunting and let it spark his ass |
| This is the Dirtyville, nigga, not the dirty south |
| We still get it rocking with choppers and let them birdies out |
| Finally, about time, something you can hate to |
| Hate to, two step, frown up your face too |
| Nobody dance around, acting all playful |
| Fuck outta here, this is muthafucking ape food, flame you |