paroles de chanson Gorilla Musik - J.R. Writer feat. Lil' Wayne
(Chorus)
What,
what?
gorilla
musik
What,
what?
gorilla
musik
What,
what?
(Verse)
Yo,
yo
yo
. i
got
them
A
bars,
straight
hard
Dont
fuck
around
wit
j.r.
I
play
hard,
i'm
a-rod
You
brothers
need
a
day
job
(ok
pause)
I'm
on
deck,
and
sucker
i
don't
play
cards
Hip-hop
was
dead
til
i
went
and
dug
it
out
the
grave
yard
(yard)
You
must
be
ray
charles
you
seen
the
dood-us
eetha
Those
are
rabans,
nigga
these
are
judith
leevis
(what's
the
difference?)
That's
a
payed
grand,
sittin
on
ya
scooby
feautures
I'm
a
made
man,
this
is
how
i
do
it
skeeza
Non-believers
know
that
writer
be
grimey
I'm
as
scariest
as
central
park
night
in
the
90's
Wrist
icey
and
shiny
(bling!),
click
right
there
behind
me
Ride
slow,
eyes
so
slow,
the
ikey
be
chinese
(chinky!)
I
run
wit
goons
of
niggas,
certified
goonie
niggas
(who
dat?)
Kill
you
all
over
nuttin,
you
now,
the
stupid
niggas
(stupid!)
You's
a
victim
when
you
come
against
the
great
Don't
think
cuz
im
light
skind-ed
i
won't
punch
you
in
ya
face
(werd!)
I
be
rumblin',
runnin
through
the
jungle
with
the
apes
Have
you
stumblin,
you
brothas
better
pump
up
on
ya
breaks
Get
your
jaw
wired
just
for
mublin
the
jakes
Niggas
turned
into
mariah
when
they
run
up
in
the
place,
for
the
judge
to
give
a
break
When
i
race
my
car
(man),
and
run
over
these
little
rats
and
my
k-a-r
And
this
aim
a-r
(click-clack)
and
it's
mayday
paw
This
ain't
play-play
ya'll,
dont
try
to
play
j.r.
I'm
hot,
it
don't
stop;
i
be
spazzin,
why
not
Blowin
pot
out
the
spot,
nigga
pass
the
eye-drops
Eyes
so
red
(what?,
listen,
i
can
pass
for
cyclops
(clops)
Givin
mike
wippings
like
im
jackson
5 pops
(RIOT!)
(Chorus)
What,
what?
gorilla
musik
What,
what?
gorilla
musik
What,
what?
gorilla
musik
The
typa
shit
the
hustles
gon'
make
a
killen
to
it
What,
what?
gorilla
musik
What,
what?
gorilla
musik
What,
what?
gorilla
musik
I'ma
show
these
little
monkeys
how
gorillas
do
it
(Verse)
I'm
from
the
gutter
miss,
rubber
grips
Leave
you
niggas
mother-less,
brother-less
Whoever
you
runnin
wit'll
touch
ya
dick;
stuffed
wit
clips
(clips!)
I
must
admit,
ya
brothers
it
But
i
will
stick
a
knife
in
yo
ass
if
you
don't
cut
the
shit
On
a
muscle
tip
(what?),
i
muscle
it
Spark
em
down,
swing
my
arms
around
til
a
muscle
rip
(blaooww)
Who
could
fuck
with
this,
god
im
next
You
ridin
dirty
cuz,
you
aint
hit
the
car
wash
yet
I
see
paper,
different
kind
of
cars
off
set
3 weeks
later,
you
ain't
get
ya
car
washed
yet
(damn.)
Ask
ya
broad
i'm
fresh
(fresh!),
the
champion
of
the
hood
Champion
hood
(and
what),
shit,
i
make
champion
look
good
Unstood
im
from
the
back
block
(block),
where
they
pack
glocks
And
you
couldnt
stop
em
from
ridin
(with
what?),
wit
a
padlock
(nope)
Ask
not,
ya
oc
it's
a
black
box
Bullets
break
em
in
half,
call
em
snap
shots
I
aint
gotta
tussle
I
keep
myself
outta
truble
I
got
gorrillas
that'll
sent
you
guys
in
duffles
(duffles)
You
guys'll
be
puzzled,
cuz
listen
i'm
too
fly
to
snuff
you
I
shoot
ya
dudes
down
up,
don't
mean
to
pop
ya
bubble
But
ima
click
clacka
(clacka),
another
clip
clappa
(clappa)
Large
cake,
scarface
on
the
big
plasma
Shoulda
been
in
notorious
(why?)
forget
rappin
Cuz
shit,
you
aint
actin
big,
you're
a
big
actor
(actor)
Quit
the
chit
chatter,
when
would
all
this
chatter
stop
(huh)
Before
talkin,
think
about
the
trash
you
pop
I'll
have
you
mournin
(mournin),
wishin
you
aint
pass
my
block
Put
a
light
in
ya
coffin,
just
so
you
could
shadow
box
(Chorus)
What,
what?
gorilla
musik
What,
what?
gorilla
musik
What,
what?
gorilla
musik
The
typa
shit
the
hustles
gon'
make
a
killen
to
it
What,
what?
gorilla
musik
What,
what?
gorilla
musik
What,
what?
gorilla
musik
I'ma
show
these
little
monkeys
how
gorillas
do
it
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