Gutta Gorillaz lyrics

f/ Chamillionaire



Hey...



[Chamillionaire]

Bad is how I kick nigga no way, that little ass pager is so gay

My 2-way way too big to be a 2-way, it`s a 4-way

Ask me who the hardest rapper nigga, you know who I`m gon say

I`ma say ay-ay-ay, like JT Money and Sole

Koopa don`t pay for the four play, you tell her how much that you gon pay

You must be kin to oranthol, cause you a Simpson like you OJ

OJ throwback no way, the OJ throwback I throw away

Too many niggas dress alike, I ain`t trying to be you for the whole day

Look like a 2 Fast 2 Furious clip, on a tow away

It look like I`m riding backwards, rims spinning the wrong way

See that Fake-ob I mean Jacob on your arm, nigga no way

That ain`t authentic, we know what it is but I won`t say

Wanna know if my pockets fat, and how much do my do` weigh

A question like that, will get a chick kicked through the do` way

I don`t give no do` away, get out she gon obey

She gon take the coat from a Lil` Jon song and say, (okaaay)

Gutta gorilla, mayn I ain`t no Holly

Wood industry ass nigga no, they don`t call me

On the phone like they wanna bone, cause they know prolly

The chick I`m with gotta have a upgrade, and a J-Lo body

My princess cuts why the slugs, look kinda like lightening bugs

Rims double the size of dubs, they standing as high as us

Koopa don`t keep a strap scratch that, cause he prolly does

Keep a heater with extra slugs, in a clip in his Ivy dubs

For a minute, Nappy Roots had a whole movement by being po`

Through that movement I was moving units, they must of been moving slow

True I`m on the radio, but I prove I`m streeter than Greg

Flip the microphone off the stand, and you`ll get beat in the head



(*talking*)

Yeah, my solo album Controversy Sells

Drops in November, on the same day as Paul Wall`s

"People`s Champ" solo album, Color Changin` Click-clack



[Rasaq]

Aw suckering-suckatash, who`s that coming up on that cash

Screens go z-z, when I push a button up on the dash

But a weapon up on my ass, do dirt like what`s under grass

Two shirts might have something stashed, you jerk if something flash

You move if something blast, you hurt and on your ass

You cursing when I pass, I`m swerving in a slab

It`s Rasaq on the block, in a drop with no top

With a bottle with no top, and a model with no top

And I`m going to the spot, where niggas is losing

Put the clip up to you spit it, and let it rip through your FUBU

Dog I know cats that`ll break you, in a kitten caboodle`s

In a range for a funeral, for the niggas who knew you

I`m in the hood in the hallway, where there`s pissing and doo-doo

And the fiends creeping at night, and come up twitching up to you

I recycle what I see in the hood, and deliver it to you

With niggas is coo-coo, hang with a few loose screws

Or when I`m flipping in hoo-doo`s, sitting on two-two`s

Listening to new Screw, jewelry is glistening and too blue

And I`m chilling with your new boo, I ain`t forced her in the whip

Got her talking so much, I told her to put a cork in it

Like Sammy Sosa`s bat, leave your mammy with a swollen back

These tracks on a broke mattress, a couple of bones is cracked

And I`m gone no coming back, no hugging no rubbing backs

I`m thugging and loving stacks, nigga how you loving that



I bring it to you

I bring it to you

I bring it to you
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