Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monkey Barz, artist - Sean Price. Date of issue: 21.11.2005
Song language: English
Monkey Barz |
| Aiyyo we Mighty Joe Youngin it, thuggin it Straight from the jungle my brother, my niggaz Banana Republican |
| Rang-a-tang slang, Chewbacca not proper |
| Two socks fulla rocks, plus the cops watch us Yo, we smoke weed, pop pills, drink liquor |
| Redo the knowledge, read lessons, think quicker |
| My little niggaz that the Boot Camp wack |
| Fuck you paw, you can’t rap |
| Listen let it be known, stepping on rose petals lead to the throne |
| I’m the motherfucking king, getting head from this hoe |
| In the new estate in Jersey with Jay Williams |
| Drinking Amstel Light, shooting at clay pigeons |
| Y’all niggaz is straight timid, delicate with the raps |
| My niggaz is spray midgets, elephants on they back |
| Yo… you kidding me duke |
| Walk around like that, you ain’t strapped, gimme ya loot |
| (Sean P!) Something like a motherfucking phenomenon |
| Eat your food at noon, celebrating Ramadan |
| Big barbarians, baboons with big bucks |
| Gorillas with gats, nigga Big Ruck -- (AWOO!) |
| African Apes, stackin them pap’s |
| I put some, crack in your steak, don’t get slapped in the face -- (AWOO!!) |
| Orangutan gang bangin with that purple flag |
| Piff-puffin, there’s nothin to hurt you bad -- (AWOO!!) |
| I’m Boot Camp for life, Decept to death |
| The Force Magnum nigga, never forget -- (AWOO!!) |
| Benjamin Banneker, Afrika Bambaataa |
| Boom-bap-bip and yo, medulla oblongata, you. |
| Think you nice, but I know somebody hotter |
| With a crackhead mother and a piece of shit father (Sean P!) |
| Niggaz tryna Free Mumia |
| I’m unravelling roach clips, tryna free this reefer |
| Got a Boot Camp hat on, Wu-Wear shirt |
| Funkmaster Flex Lugz lookin like a fucking jerk |
| No money, clothes bummy, nose runny |
| Bent Metrocard, 4−4 blow dummies |
| Hop on the train in front of the cops |
| Poppin their brain, confrontin the cops |
| Stating the facts, no hating you wack |
| Throw the A to your back then escape with your trap, listen |
| My niggaz is back, you don’t believe me though |
| Playing games and get caught, cocoa leave-io |
| Hot peas and butter, cop trees on Sumner |
| With your not needed mother, yo |
| I’m one of the best you one of the worst |
| Gun on your chest blood on your shirt |
| Son it’s berserk, nicca |
| Silverback Gorilla nigga baboon raps |
| Ounce of 'dro, two hoes and a Black Moon track |
| … lemme get a light man |