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Al-D - Gorillas lyrics
f/ Mike D, Mr. 3-2 (*talking*) Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa You know you done fucked up, don't you You know you done fucked up, fedd-i-y That's my team, killas, killas [Hook - 2x] My entourage don't play, we blast on sight Make a hit move quick, and disappear in the night War war plus more, for you hoes ass niggas Separate the monkeys from the gorillas [Mike D] Call me a ape I'm not a mark, I'm a Hogg gorilla You get it lost you get tossed, for the cost nigga I'm the boss of the house, plus the sauce nigga From a block to a block, it don't stop nigga See you fucking with a gorilla, that's raw and untamed Testing your feet in the water, scorch it in flames You kill me mayn, it ain't shit to move niggas Cemetery street booth, the pot to abuse niggas Spin em around, watch em fuck to the ground nigga And be like timber, cause somebody too limber For the block to enter, split up his fo'head I'm cross red, light speed or head at niggas I don't know how the hell you gon get fed, for free nigga It's me nigga, rep it up for the three nigga Don Corleone, separate monkeys from gorillas You feel that, motherfucker [Hook - 2x] [Mr. 3-2] Guns busting, blood rushing out your body That make you clear the way, in a new Mazaratti Niggas talk about it, but what would you do If I had that big black thang, pointed at you I'm Mr. 3-2, ghetto confidant Ladies on dick, niggas wanna go to war But I don't bar, nothing but promethazyne Spin out your limousine, lifted a whole magazine Sixteen plus one, watch me square it off Running through the whole house, it's the number one Boss Fuck it doors off, it don't get no realer Fucking with this Southside, Gulf Coast gorilla Born a go getter, eager and ambitious Coward ass bitches, getting broke like dishes Caught up like fishes, and swimming in the sea My repercussion as I'm busting, on the first thing I see [Hook - 2x] [Al-D] I'm a fiend for green, feddy'n my team Po' nigga slow nigga, what the fuck you mean First off I'm the shit, and the click I claim Talking down on the name, you get two in your brain With the slugs you injected, came back resurrected Pimp my pen got my ends, now I'm well respected Just accept it, you can't fight fire with heat Look a G in the eyes, and stop talking to my feet We too deep to go to sleep, keep bumping your gums Throw ones and dum-dums, buried deep in they lungs I ain't playing, so listen carefully to a G You don't want nothing, with this S.U.C. I mean nothing, end of discussion Break a nigga bluffing, I'm busting when you rushing Nigga fuck busting, I'm packing my heat Leaving hoes and my foes, from they head to they feet [Hook - 3x] |
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