Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gorilla, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 14.04.1998
Song language: English
Gorilla |
| I came up around the roughest of the rough necks, on corners with a bar |
| Shadow rocks and a Geniva real ready to go to war |
| We don’t love nothing ready to murder something on sight |
| Put it on my life, one of my foes’ll bite the bullet tonight |
| You see ths red light this beam, plus a murdering team |
| Thinking of even to coming and get you it’s the E and D |
| So what’s another murder nigga you brought this on yourself |
| I’ma do it to you slow and make you want to chrome yourself |
| You owe me something nigga don’t like you don’t owe me when you see me |
| I got killers looking to locate your bitch and bust freely |
| I’ma take another ass for it, to get a million |
| I be going against the grain slow living or living fast for it |
| Therefor I’ma mash for it, addicted to greed |
| I’m headfirst up in this dirty game my life is full speed |
| Trying to hog it all, bleed the block until the block drop |
| Screaming fuck y’all until a nigga fry |
| Gorilla till I die |
| Grill out, chill out from my cool reflection |
| Face spill out, fill out the room full of haters section |
| Reck’s aggression, cause this Frankiln got tossed |
| For reala gorilla these wars with an extra set of balls |
| Got to war down to the thug field with bombs suit up |
| But don’t talk to me, holla at my little thugs |
| If it’s Prada that you want then we got it by the way |
| But I won’t hesitate to seel you an underground tape |
| Fuck the straight and the narrow I be crooked than a bitch |
| Slide through the door sideways with a mask and some clips |
| With a dope dog, that I stole from the law |
| Make you slip up out of your clothes on the way to see your balls |
| Too down, too dirty, I’m all that shit |
| Don’t get caught in this movie when my mind start to trip |
| It’s a hit, hit by Mr. Crooked Profit |
| Gorilla till I die and can’t nann nigga stop it |
| My plans to be a millionaire done tripped and went elsewhere |
| Times pass, thangs change but me I’m stuck in nowhere |
| Now I done told the laws, when I found out be a little bit better off |
| Then worry about them white cars that keep passing by my house |
| And, rare digits, I’m speaking from experience |
| Thinking this might be the time for me to set it off |
| I’m lost and throwed so it seems it can’t still matches |
| Some bank heists, and aggravated terroristic jackers |
| Drama related but damn it I’ve been straight since 98 |
| I put that life behind me and still trying to reach the gate |
| They say money is the key to success but can’t handle this |
| Without the paper on your hands it’s hard times and stress |
| No shit, I told you that I can handle it |
| But damn it, I’ll be damned if I’m gone let it handle me |
| I tell y’all what, I stay high, cause it keeps me from spilling away |
| It’s inside, I’m a gorilla till I die |
| Maybe I should try hitch hike cause too many niggas on my block |
| Trying to make a million pettiest songs in the same spot |
| Grab mentality of a sick nigga, anyway that I can get it |
| You better believe that I’m gone get it till I see a rich nigga |
| Remember my strategy, always bust first |
| In a situation me and Nina burst, leavin memeories on the streets |
| Heartless, with or without heat |
| Holding ground as if a nigga sporting cleats |
| Gorilla till I die cause I’ma be a hog, I want it all |
| Trying to ball until my final curtain call |
| If it means stepping on they toes they better be ready for my moves |
| But fucking recognize I’m a raw dog with a trunk full of 2's |
| Click for the ooz', my nigga we gone blast together |
| When it’s rough and tough we take it till we laugh together |
| Forever, we gone bleed the block until the block drops |
| Screaming fuck y’all until a nigga fry |