Testo Gorilla Pimp - Project Pat feat. Namond Lumpkin
Testo della canzone Gorilla Pimp (Project Pat feat. Namond Lumpkin), tratta dall'album Mista Don't Play: Everythangs Workin
If you thinking I'm straight then you better think twice
Say you ain't got no cheese then I'm Jekyll and Hyde
'Bout to click on this bitch 'cause she need to learn me
Beat her with my pistol when I thought she burned me
It's the first of the month, you can call me Sambo
I'ma dick this ho down 'cause I like to gamble
In her purse I ramble, on her head I trample
Where the hell the damn dough, old silly ass ho
You know green I'm gon' blow and I like to toot snow
Sippin' Yak with your cap is the perfect combo
You can be a Jane Doe if you call the po-po
(I'ma call your momma up) bitch, that's a no no
Don't get personal, I'll never let go
If you did wanna run, you'll get beat to the flo'
I'ma gorilla pimp you can call me great ape
Knockin' teefus out your mouth need to get your shit straight
I'm a gorilla on the hoes (dig that)
I'm a pimp nigga, you ain't know? (Dig that)
I'm a mack mane on the stroll (dig that)
I'm out here trying to make a ho (dig that)
'Cause I hustle on the low (dig that)
I ain't tryin' to go for broke (dig that)
So, bitch, don't cut my throat (dig that)
If you do, I'ma cut your throat (dig that)
Talkin' smart to a pimp, you done broke the first rule
I'ma come on your job, I'ma act a damn fool
When your boss walk in, I'ma play it off cool
If he step in our biz, I'ma slap his ass too
All that loud talkin' ho need to gon' settle down
'Fore your friend have to pick your ass up off the ground
I got love for your purse, meaning that I love you
Married to this cheese first and I'm screamin', "I do!"
No money for a mack mean drama for a ho
Paramedics toting you through the trauma centre do'
Busted lips, broken leg, but I got my bank roll
Tried to put a struggle up so she got her eye swoll
Buying you Taco Bell but a pimp eating Steak
Corn bread, collard greens, chit-a-lings on my plate
Always late for a date and she always trippin'
She can hate my fuckin' guts but she lovin' my pimpin'
I'm a gorilla on the hoes (dig that)
I'm a pimp nigga, you ain't know? (Dig that)
I'm a mack mane on the stroll (dig that)
I'm out here trying to make a ho (dig that)
'Cause I hustle on the low (dig that)
I ain't tryin' to go for broke (dig that)
So, bitch, don't cut my throat (dig that)
If you do, I'ma cut your throat (dig that)
Mixin' game with some Yak is a deadly potion
If I hit it from the back, bitch, I want devotion
In your pussy strokin', ho a pimp is spoken
DOA if you try to play my emotions
I'ma crack a ho's dome I ain't broke the damn law
'Nother nigga my phone, so I broke the bitches jaw
You done quit your damn job, and you need to start hoin'
Boostin' clothes, playin' tricks 'cause a pimp ain't goin'
In the club shakin' ass, they can bring plenty cash
But you get more loot with a VIP pass
Say your ass got robbed when you shoulda give 'em hundred?
Now you get the fuck up out of here, go and get the money
You's dummy tryin' to pop, phoning me'll get you killed
Bitch, I ain't the chargee, I'ma charge you for real
So don't get it twisted, I'm the pimp, you the bitch
Either bring the loot quick or you get your throat slit
I'm a gorilla on the hos
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Patrick Houston, Paul Duane Beauregard
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