Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Orangutan, artist - Krizz Kaliko. Album song Go, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.04.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Orangutan |
Get off the seat of my pants |
I wanna knuckle up, and beat em, I’m antsy |
King of the jungle, I beat a chimpanzee |
I never gave a single fuck on a man, see |
Never ran the city of Kansas, banshee (new kid!) |
But I been around her a minute |
And then I did it all; |
I may not been all around the planet |
And then I’m finna show 'em how ya make a novelty pop |
When he go choppin' he’s as hot as you can possibly stand it, but wait |
Number one draft pick on Speedom, beat 'em |
Niggas get they ass kicked when I see em we dumb |
Get em in they plastic when I read 'em, keyed em |
Sick of wack whack shit cried freedom, freedom |
Thinking of mashed potatoes at night baby sick and I pass -aby maybe sipping on |
gas and they paid us delight |
I might be giving a bath to my label, finger to my cable TV Kali Baby and I’m |
ready to fight an orangutan |
Oh, let 'em out, let 'em out |
Animal and he’s circling about |
Keep us free and it won’t come out the mouth |
Monkey do, monkey see, it’s about to go south |
He never did no harm to me |
'Cause I could get free easily |
Enough to make your heart go bad |
Ferocious… orangutan! |
No killing what can’t be killed |
Get off the dick of a nigga bigger than you |
Getting money to hand me |
You don’t know me, I pull up on the sansby |
Pull out the jimmy, put it right where their hand be |
Guns is handy, big as Michael Olowokandi |
Can’t stand me, plan to can me, dick damn (But I rock) |
Holler if you find a nigga better, pull a hammy sammy be bout them fans but (he |
not) |
Selling out to get a little cheddar in my land, a hand only that that man (and |
he drop) |
And figure out what the eleventh letter is fam and animals is stand on (that |
Glock) |
And cut the head off every little keffer |
Black dynamite I’m running thangs, I don’t bang but I got love from here to |
Inglewood to the Hunnid Gang |
So that mean that I can hunt ya if I wantcha get a bunch of mandingos, |
amigos with gringos |
If ya know me then ya know I gotta make feet step to the beat of my own damn |
drum |
On some grown man stuff, never weak 'cause I beat you to the fleet all along |
ran come |
Get ya funk ass up, get my secretary 30 dollars and I’m hollow, I’m living in |
the dirty water |
Me and 40 Water only fat niggas that’ll remain |
Music, Strange — Orangutan! |
Oh, let 'em out, let 'em out |
Animal and he’s circling about |
Keep us free and it won’t come out the mouth |
Monkey do, monkey see, it’s about to go south |
He never did no harm to me |
'Cause I could get free easily |
Enough to make your heart go bad |
Ferocious… orangutan! |
No destroying what can’t be destroyed |
Ain’t nobody here ready for the beheading |
I’m bringing the Armageddon |
They killing dead and then let 'em in |
We put the pedal to the metal |
It’s W-T-F ever whenever they wanted you to edit in |
Don’t really matter what I say or what I be on |
They knowing they can take it to infinity and beyond |
They prayin' on my death, hoping that it wouldn’t be long |
But it could take an eon, no B-S so we gone |
But we on speed, you couldn’t get a lead on |
I keep calm, rap fast and feast on |
I heard, everybody gotta play the fool |
In the jungle, nobody safe from the chain of food — you dig? |
And I been cooking in the kitchen waiting on a couple things |
That didn’t come to fruition that we’re doing this spring |
You wouldn’t think that rappers are really bitches |
Strip 'em of all their riches and see what they can do in the ring |
Scooby is big and Ubi is little |
Both of us represent for the middle |
Keep it Strange and doing it big |
Louie the king, orangutan, usually |
Hanging one-handed from a branch where you couldn’t swing |
Ha! |
And the view is insane |
You never see it but believe it’s a beautiful thing |
I sped up speed, you seen I make it sin upstream |
Live in a cage until the day they gotta give us free |
I’m out |
Oh, let 'em out, let 'em out |
Animal and he’s circling about |
Keep us free and it won’t come out the mouth |
Monkey do, monkey see, it’s about to go south |
He never did no harm to me |
'Cause I could get free easily |
Enough to make your heart go bad |
Ferocious… orangutan! |
Evolution is saying I come from monkeys |
I don’t know but what I do know is people get super jumpy |
In every part of the country, they look at a nigga funky |
Like I’m an alien baby and I get 'em all really grumpy |
When I spit it, they don’t want to admit it, but I shit it |
Whenever I get to pivot up on the mic and I lit it |
I get 'em livid, I do the impossible, fuck a critic |
I tell 'em to kid-iss my did-dick you bid-itch |
Yo, come and witness the animals on exhibit |
We taking over the planet and all of the outer limits |
They hand me they will and really ain’t gotta be reinvented |
With the pen it’s a picture being plotted |
You couldn’t mimic |
I’m p-equitable, service I’m in a tin and let him out like Krizz |
Hanging off of the tree, but I’m hanging |
Chest banging indestructable |
Diamonds on display and see us swinging |
On the monkey bars, who let an orangutan in? |
Pongo, banging on the bass of the bongos |
Deep in the Congo, strapped up with a longbow |
Soon as we get to rockin', I be up in the Times bro |
'Cause I’m an animal, happy to damage the stronghold |
Why you gotta be knocking the ooo-wee switch? |
We get it poppin', more than often and you do eat shit |
Hit the drop and motherfuckers chop-suey prick |
This our planet goddammit, King Louie, bitch |
Somebody better tell 'em watch the throne |
I come outta nowhere with a knockout like Holly Holm |
You on top now, not for long |
The name’s Strange, rang bells worldwide |
But you hardly known |
I’m balling on 'em like I’m Karl Malone |
My swisher looking like a waffle cone |
But all my homies know I came to drink |
These rappers thinking we the same, we ain’t |
I might jack the track while you just back up |
Sang Jermaine, I’m an orangutan |