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Gorilla Zoe Album


Don't Feed Da Animals (03/17/2009)
03/17/2009
1.
Untamed Gorilla (feat. JC)
2.
What It Is (feat. Rick Ross & Kollosus)
3.
Dope Boy
4.
Lost (feat. Lil' Wayne)
5.
6.
7.
Hood Clap
8.
Helluvalife (feat. Gucci Mane & OJ Da Juiceman)
9.
I Got It (feat. Big Block)
10.
Watch Me (feat. Yung Chris)
11.
Man I
12.
Talk Back (feat. Ebonylove & Roxy Reynolds)
13.
14.
. . .

Untamed Gorilla

[No lyrics]

. . .


(feat. Rick Ross & Kollossus)

We took the 4s of the chevy and we set it on them 66
Lipstick on them rims got them rims blowing kissy
They know what it is, don't know what iit is, we know what it is, she know what it is
20 rubberbands you can get yourself a pigeon, bring another bag get yourself a pound of midget.
They know what it is, don't know what iit is, we know what it is, she know what it is

Doin 26 and shirts on the cent she watch her fell like riding a carocell shorty I can play a lil
The say shawty give a mill shawty I'm a give a mill quarter lilly one fortilly like that boy can't even care about no money bout no woo bout no car bout no clothes but you better hold your nose cause I'm mt hold your nose get her lui back for wet uppin hat swag I got fifty thou cash in a brown crocker bag.

We took the 4s of the chevy and we set it on them 66
Lipstick on them rims got them rims blowing kissy
They know what it is, don't know what iit is, we know what it is, she know what it is
20 rubberbands you can get yourself a pigeon, bring another bag get yourself a pound of midget.
They know what it is, don't know what iit is, we know what it is, she know what it is

I'm feeling like we on a plane it must be how we taking off, you feeling like a lane but shawty with me shawty take it off, run up on me if you won have won but tell her make her cold, get a burner to my dog
In case he curse I brake him off, putting milage on my palets yeah we call it ickiboss, talking fast down cash take that bitch and hit the mall. Never weear a (pppp) were we from we call it livin fast, c yo we made bad music but I need on living cash, master p on with the kilo portorico c gordito finally (slooww)
Gimme gim candle playa shoot a free through swishhh I'm speaking the facts it's deep in the rap paid off the mayback and I did it 3 weeks in a trap.

We took the 4s of the chevy and we set it on them 66
Lipstick on them rims got them rims blowing kissy
They know what it is, don't know what iit is, we know what it is, she know what it is
20 rubberbands you can get yourself a pigeon, bring another bag get yourself a pound of midget.
They know what it is, don't know what iit is, we know what it is, she know what it is

My chain is worth for mansion and my wrist is worth for lambo, but I'm living in a mansion and I'm riding in a lambo, bunch of gangstas like sopranos like keys like pianos and I'm looking for a bitch that wants to join me in a porno. Hello daughter how you doing that showman you need to loose me and doing what I'm doing bout to call her patch and you and uncle purple pass a cushion strait from oakland it just flew in if I bust a package open you would think I started doing .

We took the 4s of the chevy and we set it on them 66
Lipstick on them rims got them rims blowing kissy
They know what it is, don't know what iit is, we know what it is, she know what it is
20 rubberbands you can get yourself a pigeon, bring another bag get yourself a pound of midget.
They know what it is, don't know what iit is, we know what it is, she know what it is

. . .

Dope Boy

[No lyrics]

. . .


(Feat. Lil' Wayne)

[Verse 1:]
Walking around looking for a way
But no one tells me which way to go
I'm caught up in a world
Elaborath a maze
Where yes men could easily be known
I ask them no questions
They give me no answers
Following the wise
But they're walking in pampers
Give me a cigarette
Smoking my cancer
Drink the pain away
But I still have no answers

[Hook:]
I'm lost on a road
Don't know which way to go
I'm losing my mind
Losing control of the wheel
And I'm swerving
On and off the road

I'm lost on a road
But survival is a must
Don't know who I can trust
I'm livin in a rush
I don't understand the fuss
My brain is bout to bust

[Chorus:]
I think I'm losin it
I might be losin it
I just might lose
Am I losin my mind?
And I'm so confused I don't know what to do
And I need a clue before I run out of time
Am I losin it?
Am I losin it?
I think I'm losin
I'm losin my mind
Am I losin it?
Am I losin it?
I think I'm losin
I'm losin my mind

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I'm a need counseling
I lost my mind and still haven't found it
I used to be so well-rounded
But now I tiptoe on hell's boundaries
F. Baby A.K.A. crazy
Trapped in a maze, therefore I am amazing
Block E the doc, I'm just a patient
And even with Navigation
I'm lost on a...

[Hook: Gorilla Zoe and Lil Wayne]
I'm lost on a road
I... I... I don't know what's wrong with me
But... but I'm a keep that styrofoam with me

I'm lost on a road
And I don't know what's wrong with me
Gorilla Zoe on the song with me
He must be gone with me

[Chorus:]
I think I'm losin it
I might be losin it
I just might lose
Am I losin my mind?
And I'm so confused I don't know what to do
And I need a clue before I run out of time
Am I losin it?
Am I losin it?
I think I'm losin
I'm losin my mind
Am I losin it?
Am I losin it?
I think I'm losin
I'm losin my mind

[Verse 3:]
I'm makin this money
Just to go spend it
Livin the good life
Hope nobody ends it
But who are you kidding?
Ay who are you lying to?
You know if they want you
Best believe they will find you

[Hook:]
I'm lost on a road
And there's no one to talk to
There's nowhere to run to
I'm goin in circles
I'm talkin to myself
Got me blazin this purple

[Chorus:]
I think I'm losin it
I might be losin it
I just might lose
Am I losin my mind?
And I'm so confused I don't know what to do
And I need a clue before I run out of time
Am I losin it?
Am I losin it?
I think I'm losin
I'm losin my mind
Am I losin it?
Am I losin it?
I think I'm losin
I'm losin my mind

. . .


Bite down
shawty chewin' like a billygoat
goin' crazy, dancin' on her tippy toe
and im smokin' on dat mistletoe
see me in the club all the girls be like there he go

chorus: im dumb, im a dodo
still in da hood and i work for da lolo
im dumb and im still in the ghetto
everywhere i go i bet the girls take photos
type a nigga stay fresh everyday
spend a hundred on a ole cheverolet
and i cant change my ways
im so hood man the hood loves me

everywhere i go, the hoe know me
still wearing black we dont rock white tee
i represent the A, i do it for the hood
im still in the trap on the block born good
8's on ma chevy, perps in my blunt
ma wrist out my window just so i could stunt
i got a lil money so i ask her what she want
ten grand in the club out the bar just to front

chorus: im dumb, im a dodo
still in da hood and i work for da lolo
im dumb and im still in the ghetto
everywhere i go i bet the girls take photos
type a nigga stay fresh everyday
spend a hundred on a ole cheverolet
and i cant change my ways
im so hood man the hood loves me

. . .


I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I shit on ‘em
You shit on ‘em? I shit on ‘em, now shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I shit on ‘em
You shit on ‘em? I shit on ‘em, now shit on ‘em

I spent a 50 on my bracelet
Another hundred on my necklace
I’m leaving skid marks, buckle up
It’s five, give ‘em bubble guts
Pepperoni, extra cheese, I got shit, I need a pamper
The haters wanna taste it, tell ‘em might give ‘em a sample
All you gotta do, n***a, is watch me ball
Diarrhea on you n***az like Niagara Falls
Cause I know how to ball
I buy up the mall
We fuck all the broads
I pass ‘em to my dogz
Writtin’ some new names
Speedin’ in the fast lane
Tryin’ to dodge the chain gang
Traffic in this cocaine

I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I shit on ‘em
You shit on ‘em? I shit on ‘em, now shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I shit on ‘em
You shit on ‘em? I shit on ‘em, now shit on ‘em

If a bitch wanna choose to holla…
My phone, but I bet I won’t call her
But son I bet I won’t kiss her
Is the funk, and I bet you gonna miss her
You save ‘em, I dismiss ‘em
You love ‘em, I just diss ‘em
You eat ‘em, I just shit ‘em
It’s like some from my picture
Now watch me break this picture
This pornographic photograph
Got your baby mama makin’ pornos in a bubble bath
I thought she bathe our way
I got back to your place
Cause baby I don’t love you
Get the fuck up out my face

I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I shit on ‘em
You shit on ‘em? I shit on ‘em, now shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I shit on ‘em
You shit on ‘em? I shit on ‘em, now shit on ‘em

Pull up to the club like shit on my car
Shit on my rims, it shine like a star
Shit on the boy to the buy at the bar
Shit on the bar, who you think you are?
Shit on my feet, mayn, shit on my wrist
Shit on your whip, mayn, shit on you bitch
Hatin’ on me cause the shit I do
I’m shittin’ on you like, pee-you
Pussy-ass n***a talk shit about me being lame
In the bed who I TIV
And I be layin’ in the bed getting head from
You bitch like she like she ain’t B
You shit on us? No we’re shittin’ on them
Help you out the situation my friend
Since you ain’t my kid he got no hands
Puttin those ????

I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I shit on ‘em
You shit on ‘em? I shit on ‘em, now shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I doo-doo, I boo-boo, I poo-poo, I shit on ‘em
I shit on ‘em
You shit on ‘em? I shit on ‘em, now shit on ‘em

. . .

Hood Clap

[No lyrics]

. . .


[Chorus]

I'm livin' one helluvalife
Crazy colored karots baby cover your eyes
Front headlights and I'm smokin alaf
One of those nights in my helluvalife

I brought a lot of ice so I shine like a star
You see me from afar girl you know who I'm are
A ghetto superstar in a helluvacar
A ghetto superstar, it's a helluvalife

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Rosay naw beer, toast
Baby say cheers, major ice make ya say burr
Cake so big it's like yea
Swag so stupid Ima real time heir
A buncha street niggas gettin off no legal
See me on front street but now i'm on cable, able
But it's human nature to hata
Playa gettin papa
Money like skyscrapa
It's Gucci!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Gorilla Zoe]
Went to sleep in Michigan, woke up in Miami (Where?)
South Beach sleep with a bitch in my pajamees
On the most expensive liquor
Front the most expensive fos
Smoke the most expensive dro
Rock the most expensive clothes
Cars that we ride ain't out this year
I got diamonds on my pinky, on my wrist, and on my ear
Baby I'm a chandeleer,
Just standin at the bar
Like an ice cold beer
We outta here
It's been a helluvanight

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Oj Da Juiceman]

Michael Jackson diamonds
VVS Colors
Pull up to the club in a '08 Mustard
Bustin 50 bricks, dog use a little muscle
Young Juice man goddamn I'm a hustla
Ghetto superstar and ma money's super double
Prada shoe walkin, the rap game in trouble
Six go cookin
Solda juice bunky
Young Juice man smokin pounds of that funky

[Chorus]

. . .


Chorus:
It ain't trickin' if you've got it,
(Ah) And I got it,
(Ah) So bad I just wanna take a shot hit
(I got It)
Later on, hit the club and get it poppin', (Ah) Girl I told you it ain't trickin' if you got it
I got it (You got it)
I got it (and I want it)
So bad I wanna see you in the mornin' (I got it)
So bad I wanna see you when you moanin'
You can have whatever you been wantin,
'Cause baby, I got it (x8)

Verse 1:
Hop up in the whip and get out of here,
I can turn your wrist into a chandelier,
You can go where I go,
I go where you won't go,
Trips to Acapulco, probably 'cause I got dough
Baby, I got game though,
I am not a lame-o,
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci,
Baby, come up out that rainbow,
Swag to the left, to the right,
with me, and I can cover your body with LO-VE,
Fantasy fulfilled if you come with me,
And I treat you to a lavish life of luxury,
And it's just you and me,
wherever we go,
All I know is we [???],
And we spendin' the dough,
tell me what's gonna break me,
Receipt so long, man he thinkin' I'm crazy,
If you were my baby, you could have anything, I got it,
just take a card out of my wallet

Chorus

Verse 2:
Shorty got that good good, man, I've gotta have it,
Ass so fat, man, I just wanna grab it,
That's a bad habit, excuse my hand
I wanna kidnap you, baby, change of plans
Monday is Germany, Tuesday Japan, Wednesday is Italy, Thursday is France,
Friday is Yacht day, you and all your friends, chillin' on the coast of Puerto Rico with your man

Chorus

Verse 3:
It's all on you,
Tell me what it do,
But you've gotta tell me before the night is through
It's all on you,
Tell me what it do,
But you've gotta tell me before the night is through
I said my time is money, baby
Money is time,
Baby, I've got money,
I wanna make you mine,
It's all on you,
Tell me what it do,
But you've gotta tell me before the night is through
So I can upgrade you

Chorus

. . .

Watch Me

[No lyrics]

. . .

Man I

[No lyrics]

. . .

Talk Back

[No lyrics]

. . .


Ay
Yea
Say, what up?
(I’m so sick)
Ay scream what these niggas got on?

I’m in a spaceship out in space,
I call the whip Appalo,
My swaggers on the moon,
In an 08 Marshalago,
Now you think that you got swag,
Cuz you went and bought all that,
But Gucci don’t make that,
And Louie don’t make that,
Now I’m looking at your back,
Like what the hell is that?
Like man that can’t be real,
But if it is then take it back,
Cuz they got you,
Sick of you I’m like Ah-Chu.

I’m so sick,
So sick,
So sick,
So sick,
In my wrist,
In my fitted,
In my whip,
With my bitch,
I’m so sick (We sick of you) [X4]

In the middle of the mall,
Like shawty please don’t do it,
That shit is way too big,
Dem not diamond them is cubic
80 dollars for the chains,
Thought I wouldn’t do it,
They gon tear up in a day,
And boy you gon look stupid,
Boy them cannot be Pradas,
100 dollars they got ya, (Soft tacos)
You went and bought that fitted,
You just wasted all your guapo, (Guapo)
Looking at my wrist,
But I bet it aint Movado.

I’m so sick,
So sick,
So sick,
So sick,
In my wrist,
In my fitted,
In my whip,
With my bitch,
I’m so sick (We sick of you) [X4]

She thinks that she’s the thing,
Cuz you told he she’s the one,
Her nails look good,
But her toes not done,
Got a 60 dollar hair-do, (Hair-do)
And a 50 dollar tattoo,
Sick of you, (Ah-Chu)
Got a tongue ring for free,
She won’t put that tongue on me,
She can put that tongue on you,
You can kiss that shit for free,
Got that outfit from Rainbows, (Rainbows)
20 bucks for the Stilettos,
Oh no!

I’m so sick,
So sick,
So sick,
So sick,
In my wrist,
In my fitted,
In my whip,
With my bitch,
I’m so sick (We sick of you) [X4]

When you woke up and,
You thought that you could fool the world,
You can fool a couple people,
You can’t fool the world,
Ima tell on you, (Tell on you)
Tell them say, (Tell them say)
Ima snitch, (Ima snitch)
That shit aint real,
You know it aint real,
Check your swag,
Now check your Gucci shoes,
And check your Louie bag,
We sick of you,
We sick of you, (We sick of you) [X4]
Goodbye.

Now take that monkey shit off,
You embarrassing us,
Take that monkey shit off,
You embarrassing us, [X2]

We sick of you. [X2]

. . .


You did this to yourself
Now your all by your self
Acting like you hate me
All because you aint me
You played me to the left
Now their aint nobody left
To hear your complaining iґm goneand all you hear is your own damn

(chorus)
Echo!
E-echo!
And iґm gone
And your all alone
Cant you hear the hear the
Echo!
E-echo!
No one to hear you
Thereґs nobody near youit started off great
But who was to know
That love that is lost
Cannot be let go
You said itґs my fault
Ok then iґll go
Itґs better to know
Now thereґs nobody to argue with
Cause iґm not home
Donґt care who your with
Donґt call my phone
Or did you forget
You know your wrong
Iґm gone!
And your all alone hearing your own damn

(chorus)

Thereґs no one to trust
I trust no one no more
Just went with the flow
Found myself on the floor
When you went away
All my pain went astray
Like itґs a new day
Now i have no one to argue with
Cause iґm not home
Donґt care who your with
Donґt call my phone
Or did you forget
You know your wrong
Iґm gone
And your all alone
Hearing your own damn

Echo
Your own damn
E-echo
No one is near you
No one can hear you
With your own damn
Echo!
E-echo!
No one to hear you
Thereґs nobody near you

All night long
I thought to my self
Why would i stay with you
Realized that you were the one with issues
So why would i miss you

No one to argue with
Cause iґm not home
Donґt care who your with
Donґt call my phone
Or did you forget
You know your wrong
Iґm gone!
And your all alone
Hearing your own damn echo!
Itґs just you and your
E-echo!
Its just your and your
I hope your talking alone
Itґs just you and your
Echo!
Itґs just you and your
E-echo!
Thereґs no one to hear you
Thereґs nobody near you
Itґs just your own damn
Echo!
Your own damn
E-echo!
Echo!
E-e-echo!
Echo
E-echo
E-e-echo

No one to argue with
Cause iґm not home
Donґt care who your with
Donґt call my phone
Or did you forget
You know your wrong
Iґm gone!!

. . .


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