Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gorilla Hood , by - Solomon Childs. Release date: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gorilla Hood |
| Though we stand in the shadow of death |
| The lord is our God |
| It’s so much that I take the streets back so fast |
| Everybody thinkin' it’s not gon' last |
| I, got bad news, bad news, brot’man and I’m gon' stay alive |
| I think you want my bitches, I envy I owe niggas |
| I’m gonna reach the sky, get on some food and we ain’t gon' stop now |
| I’m like them '86 Brooklyn niggas |
| Fuck if I cook coke with niggas |
| Operate over snow, and I brought cold techs for bitches |
| Drapped out in them goose lick bitches |
| You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow |
| Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin' |
| Tryin' to come up out that |
| Eric B. when I cut, twenty three’s on a truck |
| Like a dust joint, I’ll have your whole hood stuck |
| This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs with gold carts |
| Throwin' Sports Illustrated darts and watch |
| Get the blade whip money, fuck your fame to part |
| The part when you see Starks, duck low |
| Fuck up a rapper on the regular |
| Blow his fuckin' arms off his cellular |
| This is Don Mattengly, Don Bailer, Don King or don anything |
| A monster, silver back gorilla, pa |
| Though I sleep outside the bing |
| Introducing Staten Island |
| New York, New York, the Theodore Unit (It's yourz) |
| And we bringin' back the Twin Towers |
| We military, puttin' control on you cowards (It's yourz) |
| Introducing Staten Island |
| New York, New York, told me show 'em how the niggas shine (It's yourz) |
| This for the holes in my momma’s sock |
| The scene’s marked, got them six in a pack for 3.99 (It's yourz) |
| Bulletproof goose pillows |
| I’m still alive since the last time I left |
| Tephlon pajama set, truck armor neck neck arm weigh your head |
| Move a A-Bomb, get drunk and paint the whole town red |
| Fuck a 5−0, hydro and perfume bottles |
| Blow a hole through an avocado, blitz murder Verrazano |
| Wish that I became a leader, the day this old school nigga |
| Placed a burner in my hand, 'cause I was very eager |
| Big stories to tell, jail house, rock that Supreme Clientele |
| Bricks we buy and sell, we made it, it’s on, when fam post bail |
| When they ran up in, near the house, Pops went through hell |
| 2 O’Clock, the Apollo on, no socks, wallo’s on |
| Eatin' olives with Vodka, lampin' on plush sofas |
| Big trophies on my wall, double X Moses, Ghost is |
| M.C. |
| Ultra, you be suprised by the size of my hostler, bitch |
| The reason why I be dissin' y’all niggas is cause y’all 0 for 6 |
| You hero head muthafuckas, I’ll expose you quick |
| Fuck around and get your waffle split |
| Y’all morocco when I cock let the Glock go, got those bridge |
| Feelin' like a bad parent when I dropped those kids |
| Body up your fuckin' man just like the Narco’s did |
| Yeah, yeah, like I told you (for real man) |
| Muthafuckas, you need man (tired of niggas tellin' niggas) |
| Fuck that, it’s Theodore (niggas talkin' all flagrant) |
| (y'all niggas is fuckin' up, son) |
| Let me say somethin', let me say somethin' one time (go head) |
| I’mma bust one of these niggas wigs off 'em one time |
| My banger too big and been starvin' for one of these little punk ass niggas |
| (Yo these niggas like bad children) |
| I’mma start sendin' y’all niggas to the storm |
| (Where we from, y’all niggas don’t know, fuck the rappers, God) |
| Y’all niggas whole style is chunky, straight up and down |
| We them '88 bankies, man, on the real man |
| (y'all niggas just war story niggas) |
| I’ll smack you off stage while you on man |
| (Slap the shit out of one of y’all niggas) |
| Spit in your girl’s mouth, bitch (Shaolin, I fuck the bitch up) |
| I wanna bite this fuckin' mic, right now (I'm tellin' you…) |