Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gorilla Pimpin', artist - Mr. DoctorDate of issue: 31.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gorilla Pimpin' |
| Yeah yeah |
| Woke up one morning to see my niggas from high school |
| Checc it out |
| Babe Reg… Mr. Doctor… Foe Loco |
| (Babe Reg) |
| Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cocc |
| My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the blocc |
| Call my cousin Doc as I swoop in the drop |
| Stop by my homie Foe house to puff on the ounce |
| Seen my little homie Twamp who I ain’t seen in a while |
| Nigga gone been floatin on clout nine |
| Headed to the Liquor sto', got some mixed gin and juice |
| Got a quarter pound of kills so I’m fucced up for real |
| Seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve |
| Bailed bacc in the crib (For what?) Because I’m all-in |
| Conversated then I dug the hoe out |
| I fixed me some food, then go the hell out |
| Two A.M. |
| on the diz-ot, I pause and I stiz-op |
| I reminisce on that ass that I riz-occed |
| And now I’m high as a kite |
| Yeahh, and I’m feelin alright |
| Four A.M. |
| as I stoll bacc to my crib |
| To see what’s with my woman and my newborn kid |
| (Mr. Doctor) |
| With my mind on my money and my money on my mind |
| We do this everyday about the same time, be-otch! |
| (Foe Loco) |
| Up at Rosemont Park one day, that’s when I saw her face |
| She looked kind of cavi to me |
| And when I take her home, and tap that ass I’m gone |
| I’m just a hog don’t blame me |
| (Mr. Doctor) |
| Yeah, yeah… yeah, yeah |
| Now do I love them hoes? |
| (Reg: Nigga hell naw) |
| And why is that? |
| (Reg: Because we some gangsta’s Doc) |
| (Reg: And we don’t never give a fucc about a bitch |
| To Odysea… bitches ain’t shit but hoes and triccs) |
| Ha hah, dee dee dadi dadi dah |
| Listen to the sounds from my nigga Mr. Doc |
| While I slide through the city in the rag six-tre' |
| Hoppin like a mutha fucca tryin to find some play |
| Hittin all the spots but I’m comin up blank |
| I’m headed to the liquor store to get myself some drank |
| Parks my ride as I, steps inside, as I |
| Slips my Colt 45 by my side, as I |
| Continue with my mission |
| Pussy is my dish and I’m dishin, dishin |
| Upon a star, to come up on some ends for my caviar |
| And a little bit of pussy |
| So I can get my pimp on |
| Cause my pig gets my pimp on from G to Odysea, nigga |
| (Babe Reg) |
| I put my pen, on cold Ohio nights |
| And the bitch didn’t freezed up when I wanted her to write |
| Put my pen in the hot California sun |
| And the bitch didn’t swear nor run |
| What’s up girl, you know you look good |
| But you got to pay me cuz you ain’t from my hood |
| I need skrills, gotta pay the bills |
| And you lookin kind of over the hills |
| Make my money… bring it home |
| Cuz I don’t wanna have to knocc you in your dome |
| Bitch… where my money at |
| Don’t start to runnin batch |
| I might have to slap you |
| Don’t want to have to slap you |
| Don’t want to have to bacc you |
| Up of the N |
| Up off the North, up off the South |
| Up off the East and West |
| Bitch… them breasts is my tits |
| I run you, I want all of it |
| I’m the balla bitch |
| Bring all skrills cuz you know |