Guerilla Orchestra

歌詞

(Intro: Tino Vega) Yeah, I like this one, yeah Yo, Celph, Apathy and Tino Vega, yo Unnh hunh (Set it on him like that) Tampa Florida, baby yeah (Verse 1: Tino Vega) Ay, yo, pass me a hat about these black ashes Be out as fast as I can your man got bodied In the back of a stolen Ac, By black trash baggers, what's going on Nowadays we got gay rappers Singing our songs and hearing me wrong Till they repping it strong baby, all day long Cliques rapping about making moves Playing it calm climbing up Jacobs ladder See a mill and we on What hold down fort, you thought wrong Blood sport, loud in the place, I'm loud in your face Sirens mad loud when they chase Sick of them jakes, I want to put sticks in they steaks, yo Walkman through sales, you caught attacking them stakes Keep dropping the hot shit for the payers to hate, you know So fell me, if not, I don't care, throw your girls panties in the air That's how we on the keep, flaunting them drawers We're going to pawn them Your man keep talking that spit, I'm going to dog him Got dreams of marrying a Latin chick, a rapper bitch from Harlem You can ask the surfer dudes and hippies if I'm awesome Yo, back up off him this niggas too hot, run in your spot Leaving with everything you got Don't believe me best not, put the stress on the dreadlocks Niggas get props, lick 10 shots for hip hop What, what? Bring it on, you don't want it, what (Verse 2: Celph Titled) Yo, unh, yo I don't get no iller than Celph Titled For God sakes We move in silence except for the sound The glock makes Where I'm from, we never name names We just be pointing infrared beams And watch the barrel start to spit flames Insane from birth, flip game with words Inflict pain and it hurts In actuality, I'm know astronomically Leave a mother fucker split in half I heard you talking this and that We taking no shorts like church dress codes I need a bitch that'll stash my guns inside of casseroles Test my gangster and the outcome is straight A's Bullet holes from AKs, wounds bleeding for eight days It's kind of fucked up how we some raw niggas That'll spit some hardcore shit over beats like this I must be out my fucking mind without a doubt My fam keep it gorilla with banana clips We let the monkey out nigga (Verse 3: Apathy) Yeah, unh unh unh, what Yeah, me and your girl will take a walk through the park Late night in the dark, I'll caress the back of her neck Then rip out her heart, sharp mentality Apathy grips gats, spits raps bitch slaps chicks back I'm funky chewing tic tacs cause after I eat flesh My breath smells like death After I fuck chicks, their breath smells like sweat I'll lock it down, cock the pound Be careful who you talk around Cops found another mic to draw the white chalk around And while you small cats are trying to bust off gats I got to wreck it over records, so I dust off wax Ap, Celph and Tino can slam it like we're Tino Santana From Tampa Bay to CT my gamma rays change my brain Like Lou Ferrigno, I'll spit flows to rip shows and get dough I'll stick hos who lick dick until it blows I'll hit Foes the clip goes and gats, you'll never test Ap So just put away your raps, you're wack