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Gorilla Zoe Album


Welcome To The Zoo (09/25/2007)
09/25/2007
1.
2.
3.
4.
Tryin' To Make A Jug (feat. Big Gee)
5.
Crack Muzik (This That Muzik) (feat. Jody Breeze)
6.
Battle Field (feat. Block & Big Gee)
7.
Take Ya Shoes Off (feat. Young Joc)
8.
9.
Count On Me (feat. Jody Breeze & JC)
10.
Real Motherfucka (feat. Boyz N Da Hood)
11.
Juice Box (feat. Yung Joc)
12.
13.
You Don't Know Me (feat. D. Woods)
14.
15.
. . .


{*skit for the first 1:14 before the beat starts*}

[Gorilla Zoe]
Sip and skirt, trunk full of that work
Blowin cigarillos stuffed full of that purp'
Drunk, burp, shorty hit that muh'fucker
Bet that bitch convert (bet that bitch convert)
You don't like me... like what I say...
Fuck you I'ma say it anyway
I think your favorite rapper is a sissy
I thought he was a gangster, why they got him lookin pretty?
Tell them rainbow niggaz to come and see me
I'll heavily cut ya, have your torso leaky
The only color I kill over is green
And over them white boys I'll rupture your spleen
See what I mean? Niggaz is hoe believe me
Come and get these hollow tips, my bullets got coppertini

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
A whole lot of niggaz talk a whole lotta shit
But when it goes down they ain't fin' to do shit
Do somethin, do somethin (DO ANYTHANG~!)
Do somethin, do somethin (I MEAN ANYTHANG~!)

[Gorilla Zoe]
Even if you're sellin samples make a profit
Hoe you ain't makin nuttin? Huh, fuck nigga stop it
If you got it why not go on and cop it
Talkin 'bout what you gon' do, nigga I think you poppin
Niggaz talk a lot, but they ain't real doe
You bitch made nigga grab a dildo
Hundred round draw and lean back, do the limbo
You're playin games with Donkey Kong on Nintendo
I'm King Kong, silverback Congo
Call me Gorilla but my real name 'Lonzo
Runnin last set, 8 months and a fumble
Zoked you might be but big bro he head honcho

[Chorus]

[Gorilla Zoe]
Puff some ad-libs, and fuck a rap
I do it for my hood niggaz in the fuckin trap
Who's the king now? You the king of who?
I'm a feral motherfucker, "Welcome to the Zoo"
This the third verse let's get to a conclusion
Image is a smokescreen, these rappers are illusions
(YEAH~!) There you go... I said it damn it
If you don't like, fuck ya nigga, go on do somethin to me
I ain't fazed so they so causin repercussions
Dropped on your ass, try to do some reconstruction
Killer for real gon' handle these niggaz
The block is the Zoo and the world gon' feel us
These niggaz can hate but these bitches gon' feel us
I'm king of the jungle they call me Gorilla

[Chorus]

Do somethin!

. . .


[Verse 1:]
All The Hoes Jockin, Beat Steady Knockin
Middle Of The Stage Got The Whole Club Rockin
Nigga You Can Hate But Ya Bitch Steady Watchin
Bet She Cant Do It On A Dick, She Poppin
We Bottle Poppin, You Cock Blockin
Told Ya Gurl You Rap, But Ya Cd Floppin
You Say You Gettin Money Man, We Aint Seen Nothin
Ya Gurl Is Persistant, She Aint Stoppin

[Hook:]
Man She Say She Want A Hood Nigga
I Keep The Purp By The Pound
The Trunk Stay Bumpin, Yall Know We Run The Town
Hood Nigga
And I Keep A Bad Bitch Around
Thick Bitch, Long Hair, Yellow, White, Red, Brown
Hood Nigga
And My Chevy Sittin On 24's
Flats Look Like Flapjack, Pancake You Aint Know
Hood Nigga
Im A Play The Game How It Go
They Can Take Me Out The Hood
But Im A Keep It Hood Folk

[Verse 2:]
And I Dont Need A Scale For The Work
I Can Eyeball Purp, I Am Not You Jerk
Hatin On Me Will Make Your Situation Worse
You Dont Wanna Take A Ride In That Long Black Hearse
All Eyes On Me, Shawty Im A Bomb First
Im The Truth And They Say The Truth Hurts
Hustle Mean Hard Work, Hard Work
If You Scared Go To Church
Man This Rap Shit Is Easy, Every Beat I Get I Murk

[Hook:]
Cause Im A Hood Nigga
I Keep The Purp By The Pound
The Trunk Stay Bumpin, Yall Know We Run The Town
Hood Nigga
And I Keep A Bad Bitch Around
Thick Bitch, Long Hair, Yellow, White, Red, Brown
Hood Nigga
And My Chevy Sittin On 24's
Flats Look Like Flapjack, Pancake You Aint Know
Hood Nigga
Im A Play The Game How It Go
They Can Take Me Out The Hood
But Im A Keep It Hood Folk

[Verse 3:]
Get Like You,Naw, Get Like Me
Eveesus We Dont Rock White Tees
Classic Capris, But Knicks On My Feet
Camo Bathing Apes, Get A Pair Every Week
Manasha 3, The Gurls Suck Me To Sleep
Z-O-E Climax To The Peak
I C U Naw U C Me
You'll See Icu Fuckin With Me

[Hook:]
Cause Im A Hood Nigga
I Keep The Purp By The Pound
The Trunk Stay Bumpin, Yall Know We Run The Town
Hood Nigga
And I Keep A Bad Bitch Around
Thick Bitch, Long Hair, Yellow, White, Red, Brown
Hood Nigga
And My Chevy Sittin On 24's
Flats Look Like Flapjack, Pancake You Aint Know
Hood Nigga
Im A Play The Game How It Go
They Can Take Me Out The Hood
But Im A Keep It Hood Folk

[Verse 4:]
Watchin Out For Goldiggers Like Kanye,But I Will Play Beyonce,Or Ashantay,Maybe Kieshia Cole,Said She Should've Cheated If She Eva Come My Way, Get Some Head From Fantasia On The Highway,Trickin Out Majic City Every Monday,It Aint Trickin If You Got It Dats Wut I Say,U Say?I Say And Wut I Say Goes

[Hook:]
Cuz Im A Hood Nigga,
I Keep Dat Purt By The Pound,The Trunk Stay Bumpin ,Yall Know We Run Da Town,
Hood Nigga
,And I Keep A Bad Bitch Around ,Thick Bitch,Long Hair,Yellow,White Red Brown,
Hood Nigga,
And My Chevy Sittin On 24s Flats Look Like Flapjacks,Pancakes You Aint Know,
Hood Nigga
Im Gon Play The Game How It Goes They Can Take Me Out The Hood But Ima Keep It Hood Folk

All The Hoes Jockin, Beat Steady Knockin
Middle Of The Stage Got The Whole Club Rockin
Nigga You Can Hate But Ya Bitch Steady Watchin
Bet She Cant Do It On A Dick, She Poppin

. . .


(feat. Block)

[Intro:]
Hummm... Tuh Tuh Tuh... Haha
It's Ya Nigga Big Block Homie The East Side
Chevy Rida Niggas Fifteen Million To Count

[Hook:]
We got bricks of da flavor, Justin Timberlake
Last year was 24 dis year is 28 (eight)
Ice everywhere, dats the icing on da cake
Wanna be a Hood Nigga, I can show you what
It takes. (Money Man) Keep the tab, I call em
Jackie Chan (Money Man) Couple grand wrapped
Up in a rubberband (Money Man) Glad lock and a scale
On da stand. (Money Man) Hood Nigga, you can call
Me Money Man (Money Man). Money Man I blow it
Like a fan, (Money Man) Cush banks so the green aliad
(Money Man) Fergalicious she's jumpin out da pan, (Money Man)
Gorilla nigga you can call me Money Man.

[Verse 1:]
Outside Jelly, inside Peanut Butter, Paris Hilton
In the trunk wrapped up in Peanut Butter. Up da
Highway and back again, droppin off dat sack
Again, can catch me on dat I-10, gotta get da Benjamin's.
Seventy- five (75), Eighty-five (85), Ninety-five (95)
Banana cream pies. I'm comin back from Florida (florida), wit Jeb Bush
And his daughter (daughter), Money Man got dat work (work) if you
Need it, place a order.

[Hook:]
We got bricks of da flavor, Justin Timberlake
Last year was 24 dis year is 28 (eight)
Ice everywhere, dats the icing on da cake
Wanna be a Hood Nigga, I can show you what
It takes. (Money Man) Keep the tab, I call em
Jackie Chan (Money Man) Couple grand wrapped
Up in a rubberband (Money Man) Glad lock and a scale
On da stand. (Money Man) Hood Nigga, you can call
Me Money Man (Money Man). Money Man I blow it
Like a fan, (Money Man) Cush banks so the green aliad
(Money Man) Fergalicious she's jumpin out da pan, (Money Man)
Gorilla nigga you can call me Money Man.

[Verse 2:]
Pack of beans (beans), Sean John Jeans (jeans),
Fifty Grand Cast on my pockets just lean.
Keep dat white girl Hilary, a pounce of Bill Clinton
Getting Monica Lewinski, she tryna drain my chillin.
I making a killing (killin) , I'm Ben Frank peelin.
I'ma Young George John, dem boxes to da ceiling (ceiling).
I'm ballin, I'm chillin in da neighborhood dealing
I'm worth about a million got dem boyz catchin feelins.

[Hook:]
We got bricks of da flavor, Justin Timberlake
Last year was 24 dis year is 28 (eight)
Ice everywhere, dats the icing on da cake
Wanna be a Hood Nigga, I can show you what
It takes. (Money Man) Keep the tab, I call em
Jackie Chan (Money Man) Couple grand wrapped
Up in a rubberband (Money Man) Glad lock and a scale
On da stand. (Money Man) Hood Nigga, you can call
Me Money Man (Money Man). Money Man I blow it
Like a fan, (Money Man) Cush banks so the green aliad
(Money Man) Fergalicious she's jumpin out da pan, (Money Man)
Gorilla nigga you can call me Money Man.

[Verse 3:]
What's Money?
Let me tell ya bout it ya'll.
It's dat shit you gotta spend when you shoppin at da mall (mall).
When you shoppin at da Mall?
Ya we go and buy it all.
Ya I go up in da store and tell'em take it off da wall (wall).
Tell Me how you ridin dawg?
Man...My Chevy's sittin tall.
Shawty wanna ride wit me she gotta take her shoes off...
She Gotta Take her shoes off?
Ya she gotta take'm off, Money Man Chinchilla wanna take da roof off.

(Let's Go!!)

[Hook:]
We got bricks of da flavor, Justin Timberlake
Last year was 24 dis year is 28 (eight)
Ice everywhere, dats the icing on da cake
Wanna be a Hood Nigga, I can show you what
It takes. (Money Man) Keep the tab, I call em
Jackie Chan (Money Man) Couple grand wrapped
Up in a rubberband (Money Man) Glad lock and a scale
On da stand. (Money Man) Hood Nigga, you can call
Me Money Man (Money Man). Money Man I blow it
Like a fan, (Money Man) Cush banks so the green aliad
(Money Man) Fergalicious she's jumpin out da pan, (Money Man)
Gorilla nigga you can call me Money Man.

[Outro:]
We got bricks of da flavor, Justin Timberlake
Last year was 24 dis year is 28 (eight)
Ice everywhere, dats the icing on da cake
Wanna be a Hood Nigga, I can show you what
It takes. (Money Man)

[Gorilla Zoe:]
Hummmm... Hummmm!

. . .


[Intro: Gorilla Zoe]
Phone ringing off the hook;
Gotta get my ass up, scale and some bags;
Couple pounds, gotta weigh it up,
Work, work, we can work it out,
If you don't like the mid, then come and kush it out,
Meet me at the trap, yeah it's going down and for a couple grand;
You can get a couple pounds,
I'm talkin' mint green, I ain't talkin' Bobby Brown,
3 for 10 shawty how that sound?

[Hook:]
We get em in (in) then we get em out (out)
If you do ya thang you know what I'm talkin' bout
Shawty I'm just (tryna make a jug) [x2]
Shawty I'm just (tryna make a jug) [x2]
First you get the money
Then you get the clout
We the few niggas still eatin' in the trap
Nigga! I'm just (tryna make a jug) [x2]
Shawty I'm just (tryna make a jug) [x2]

[Verse 1: Zoe]
You need some work? hit me on my chirp,
I be on my way, 4 way 2 way it don't matter any way,
Man I gotta make a jug I'm just tryna make a play (how?)
(Ha ha ha ha)
Sell a nigga hard white clay, on some sheek rock,
Rabbit food, one stop shop, gettin' money, all around the clock,
I be on the block yeah (yeah)
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the studio,
White bitch, yeah I be whippin' up a groupie ho,
All on the stove dog, all in the kitchen,
Hit the block with the bags
And that bitch get missin',
Arm and hammer, b12,
Yeah dog I'm trippin',
When that bitch lock up
Then the money start flippin'

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big Gee]
(What's up dawg? I'm here, I'm here... ugh!)
I'm tryna turn a quarter ounce to a quarter cake,
I'm in a duece in a quarter at a quater 8,
Set 45 drankin on a 45, doin 45
As I circle round the proper place (stop), Chrome 45 on me, 9* on my waist,
45 grams show lil' somethin for the 8, 800 dollars half for it water weight,
Hell I'm just tryna make jug what you tryna say?
Big gee! hell yeah! how ya'll niggas really live?
Tryna get a hundred mill searvin' out the window seal,
Big gee! hell yeah! catching jugs for my meal,
Eye ball fuck nah put my shit up on the scale and chop it up!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Zoe]
Man I'm just tryna make a jug
Tryna get up off that goods,
Man I really am connected if my connect ain't in the hood,
I get the keys to the coca, then I mix it with soda,
I get pounds of the mocha, then tell my patnas' to roll up
(yeah I'm connected nigga) Yeah I speak a little spanish,
Hit the boy from over seas,
Yeah I look a little tanish,
Booty club with a money bag, I be actin' manish,
My money; Big money
Shawty come up out them panties!
Anytime that you me dog I be on the low,
Yeah it's still 4 4 if you wanna brick a blow,
Or a pound of that kush man it's 7 7 0 6 7 8 4 (for) show call gorilla zoe...

[Hook]

[Outro:]
(I'm just tryna make a jug)
Gotta get my ass up, scale and some bags;
Couple pounds gotta weigh it up,
(So what you got? can we work it out man?)
We can work it out (but I don't want that mid shit)
Then come and kush it out,
Meet me at the trap,
Yeah it's going down and for a couple grand
You can get a couple pounds,
I'm talkin' mint green, I ain't talkin', Bobby Brown,
3 for 10? shawty how that sound? (3 for 10?) shawty how that sound?
(I ain't talkin' bout Bobby Brown?) shawty how that sound?
(Man you don't see a frown shawty how that sound?)

. . .

Crack Muzik (This That Muzik)

[No lyrics]

. . .


(feat. Block & Big Gee)

[Chorus:]
My Life's A Battle Field
You Can Catch Me On The Front Line
My Life's A Battle Field
On The Grind Ducking One-Time
My Life's A Battle Field
One False And You'll Die
I Don't Care How You Feel
You Don't Wanna See Me On The Battle Field

[Verse 1: Gorilla Zoe]
Life At The Zoo (Zoo) Thats The Battle Field
N***As In The Camp Starving
And I Aint Trying To Miss A Meal
Tell Em How You Feel
Mad About A Record Deal
I Was Making Deals Way Before I Had A Deal
What It Is
My Partner Just Got Caught Up With Them Pills
Already On The Test They Tryna Give Him 12 Years
You Don't Wanna Talk That Murda Game
We Got Blood On Our Hands Block Boys
I Done Lost A Couple Brothas Mang
You Watchin Movies Thinking You Scarface Or Pablo
Put It On Your Cd And Count Your Lil Bar Codes
Get It Real Life Arizona By The Cargo
Battle Field Soldier Im Out Here Till The Box Close

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Gorilla Zoe]
Spark Plugs, Screwdriver Had To Get The Car
10 Bricks In The 76' Skylark
Don't Look Back We'll Be Off By Unmarked
Part Hit The Curb Tire Bust In The Rim Spark
Blue Light, No Cops, Hop Out, Hop Box, Cut Cop
You Freeze, Who Me, I Can't Stop
Doowop Shake They A** Up Like Mook Blaylock
Telling Me To Stop
But I Dont Really Wanna Co-Op
I Drop, They Pop, Aiming With Them Red Dots
Folks Catch Me Now They Gonna Spread Me Like A Peacock
Battle Field Tryna Find The Whole Like A Red Fox
Me Against The World Now I'm Feeling Like Tupac

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Big Gee]
Its World War I Where I'm From That's Why My Mind Gone
World War Ii When I Shoot Get My Grind On
Vietnam War In The Car Glock Nine Home
World War Iii Up In Me Ima Time Bomb
Civil War Im Front Line My Mind Like Sherman
My Gat Like Ulysses Grant Them Bullets Keep Burnin
My Family Get Sick Of Me The Lessons I Aint Learnin
I Give What I Eat And I Eat Cause I Hungry
My 9 Like Land Mine Action Like Columbine
Grab The Tech Virginia Tech All In The Day Time
I Told Ya Its Ova We Fold Ya F**K All Ya
And I Aint So Soldier Im A Prisoner Of War (Edge Hanger)

. . .


(feat. Yung Joc)

[Intro:]
Block Ent.
(Yung Joc)
Next up to bat, the boy Zoe
Gorilla that is
Hey Block, we found another one

[Chorus: Yung Joc]
AC (full), suicide (do's)
Grill out (pipe), sittin' on fo's
Shit so clean nigga take ya shoes off
Take ya shoes off, take ya shoes off
Mink seats bucket (bucket), Suede on the roof (roof)
Touch one button (button), the motherfucker poof (poof)
Shit so clean nigga take ya shoes off
Take ya shoes off, take ya shoes off

[Verse 1: Gorilla Zoe]
Tat 24, suicide do's
Lookin' at my car yeah that's Gorilla Zoe
Sittin' up high, beatin' down low
502's, ready set go
Gorilla 'round my neck, gorilla in the trunk
20 on my wrist, 40 on the dunk
10 on the paint, 12 on the shoes
4 15's make the whole block move
Yeah the paint's candy but it ain't sweet
AR-15's on the passanger seat
100 grand in the trunk, what I made last week
Gettin' money lil shorty brought E-N-T (yeah)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Yung Joc]
When it's cold outside keep the ostrich seats heated
[?]
Oh yeah, one thing you gon' have to get
A fitted with the first letter of the alphabet (EYY)
Ey, her head game right
Got a 442 with the flow master pipes
I draw attention, like I'm Picasso
26, big wheels, damn that's colasso
Fresh button flip screens, I know you see it
Fish bowl high beams, I know you see it
[?] on ice cream, I know you see it
When I pull up ya hoe scream, I know you see it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Gorilla Zoe]
I wake up in the mornin' still drunk from last night
The Chevy catch flight like a multi-colored kite
??? paint, baby girl have a bite
Say she only like girls, me too, we both dykes
Mink on my back (back) mink on the seats
Mink on the floor take the shoes off ya feet
The whip go topless my Chevy's a stripper
Got another just like her I'm in love with sisters
454 all chrome goin A-WAL
Igloo AC, blowin' snowballs
Step in the light, my rims don't pause
Bedford on the break I had to take my shoes off

[Chorus]

. . .


(Chorus)
I know (I know)
These niggas don't want to see me ball.
These niggas wanna see me fall.
Motherfucker I know (I know)
These niggas are trying to give me hell.
These niggas want me to fail.
Motherfucker I know (I know)
These niggas dont want to see me write.
Wanna see me live my life.
Yeah Shawty I know (I know) 2x
Motherfucker I know

(spoken)
I know ya'll niggas didn't want to see me motherfucking make it nigga. But it's too late nigga. Hahah, you can't stop me now nigga. I'm going straight to the top on you motherfuckers. Feel me.

(Verse 1)
Downtown hustling weed and cd's
They knew that i could rap
They wasnt fucking with me (I know)
Deep in they heart,
they knew they couldn't hold me
God had a plan for little Z-O-E

Shawty wish she woulda gave me her number
I was broke back then,
now a nigga doing numbers.
Same clothes everyday sleeping on the carpet.
Now im sean johned down on the red carpet.
Hahaha They knew that I was down bad
They say fuck em dont even front that boy a 50 sack
When I was fucked you didnt feel bad
The block cut me a check I heard you looking bad.

(Chorus)

(Spoken)
You motherfuckers are like crabs in a bucket man. All ya'll niggas do is just sit back and do nothing. Talk about it forever, do something nigga buy a crib or something nigga.

(Verse 2)
I wake up early
and stay up late
I cant stop, I wont stop
Shorty its too late
When I was young we shot ball into milk crates
Now we full court press on my own estate.
We used to steal from when dissing when nothing to eat.
Now you can catch me and my hand in these smell meats.
I'm still in the hood, white tee, white ones, and the chevy strapped up like its fat like big buns.
My phone going ham, niggas leaving stupid messages.
But I aint mad cuz the lord keep blessing this.
He kept my mind right, took me through the storm
His soul clear patches nobody lay harm.

(Chorus)

(Spoken)
Quit your jibbity jabbing man and quit the fucking bullshit. Nigga im trying to do something, I'm doing songs and shit nigga do something. Grab a nigga hand, nigga help a nigga. Stop talking that shit. Sit around waiting on somebody to get you something. Nigga I'm trying to do something help me write a song or something nigga. Im trying to make it on Oprah show too. Im trying to do it big im trying to be the nations best. I'm trying to get money like Bloc. Ya'll niggas stop hating on me man.You motherfuckers didnt want to help me in the beginning man. Fuck you nigga, with sugar on top bitch. Ya feel me? Fuck you nigga's man. Hold up I aint motherfucking finished i got some more shit to say. Ya feel me? Didnt nobody want motherfucking help me man. Ya feel me? Till that nigga Bloc gave me a chance nigga. Now you motherfucking niggas out there trying to feel the raft nigga. Ya feel me? I appreciate that meal Bloc baby I appreciate dat man. My family going love dat man. Tell dem niggas im ready.
I know nigga I know ya'll didnt want to see this baby. Black entertainment motherfucker.

I know (I know) *Repeat to fade.*

. . .

Count On Me

[No lyrics]

. . .


(feat. Big Gee, Duke, Jody Breeze)

Yeah you real motherfucker gangster out on these streets nigga
Gimme your money
Hustle up your money
Ain't takin no short no loss
Don't give give a fuck whatever these niggas say
Shit

[Hook:]
If yous a real motherfucker (I fuck I fucks with ya)
If you is a hustler (Yeah I fucks with ya)
If you is a ganster my boys'll keep it real yeah (I fucks with ya)

If yous a real motherfucker (I fuck I fucks with ya)
If you is a hustler (Yeah I fucks with ya)
If you is a ganster my boys'll keep it real yeah (I fucks with ya)

OK aye well I'm a take the time for a minute (Time for a minute)
To let ya know what's goin on on the mind of a menace (Mind of a menace)
See I been to known to grind for a minute (Grind for a minute)
Had to hustle for a year to survive in the city (Survive in the city)
That's why I only fuck with a percentage
I'm committed to the street but not made like me (Made like me)
Hey and I don't fuck with y'all rappers cause a lotta y'all lame and a lotta y'all hear me
I'm just another nigga here from the ghetto homie
Tryin to make a livin (Yeah) with my ghetto homies (Yeah)
These pussies ain't real they just a actin like ya they don't have to like ya (Ha ha)

[Hook]

I fuck with the real no matter what ya living like
Keep your mind tight get your mama down for cheerin right
Y'all don't struggle through stay on your hustle
Gotta lose everythng before you bubble
The truth is most nigga don't know
If ya can't open your mind then your soul won't grow (Won't grow)
Ya stay lost same spot ten toes
Ya gotta watch ya friends keep your enemies close
Put my chin to the sky so hard to cry
I'm young and black off statistic white lie
One night grab a mirror we must face our face
So as long as I'm here I'm gonna say what I gotta say

[Hook]

Everyday we getting digits lovin figuers
Bustin niggas trustin niggas
Battle it live you touchin triggers
Never flex about your issues
Keep it pimpin fuck with haters
From a distance
Hit nine times out ten I'm probably fuckin with ya
If you a sucka or a busta
Or if you flexin bout your money
Cheat lyin theif motherfucker I'm probably bustin at ya
BRRRAAH
My folk G all the time
My folk stay on the grind
I'm used to scratchin niggas back if niggas scratchin mine
See I don't fuck with clowns
Cause if you got it down
But if you fake apprecite that you don't come around
Cause I'm a real nigga I fuck with niggas
[? ] I tell it how it is niggas

[Hook]

Now everybody hollar bout how real recognize real
But the real is that you dick ride faker than three dollar bills
I'm with that white girl watch these faggot suckas squeel
Thought he was a G but ain't slangin like that nigga sell
I'm gonna say this one time then I'm gon be through with this
I ain't never give a damn bout being the best lyricist
Rhyme it just to put words together
You can kill that shit
As long as when I spit it
These real niggas feelin it
This a purple river but I'm still hard as concrete
Just to heat turning lanes brains in the potted meat
I'm a theif still your man (Damn)
If she jockin me (That's right)
Won't like it buy some time
That's just how it's gotta be

[Hook]

. . .


(feat. Yung Joc)

JOC: Ay Zoe
ZOE: Whaddup Joc
JOC: There's a lotta women out here
ZOE: Yuh
JOC: And all they wanna do is have a good time thats right
ZOE: Hehehehe
JOC: We gotta give em somethin new to say
ZOE: Like what?
JOC: Let's name it somethin else
ZOE: Juice box?

(Chorus)
I make a Juice box wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I make a Juice box drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
I make a Juice box talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
I make a juice box pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

[Yung Joc]
My eyes low
Chinky like Mr. Miyagi
Extra fresh, I'm drippin' to isa miyaki
Wax on, wax off like Karate kid
28's on tha chevy, ya know what it is
Me & my dogs hit the club like bam
The trunk be like wam
Them hoes be like damn
Walk up in the club, neighborhood superstars
Buyin up the bar, cushin' a cigar
A bitch on each arm, and both them hoes foreign
Menagin' widcha boy, tryna drink my unborn
Lickin' on each otha
acrobatics wid they tounge
Shake it like Beyonce, go ring the alarm

(Chorus)
I make a Juice box wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I make a Juice box drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
I make a Juice box talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
I make a juice box pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

[Gorilla Zoe]
I go hard
Hard like a rock
I pogo stick a bitch
Until she holla stop
The juice box wet
Drippin' like a model
Treat her like a rope
And tie her in a knot
Hood nigga shit meet me at the travel Lodge
Bring some redbulls and some Trojan extra large
Work a big chop, she gon lose a lot of carbs
Make that juice box talk, man I make that pussy fart
The girl can't win
Once I get it in
I turn her ass over
And make her back In
I beat it for an hour
then I rest for 10
And grab another rubber
And do it all again

(Chorus)
I make a Juice box wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I make a Juice box drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
I make a Juice box talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
I make a juice box pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

[Yung Joc]
Is it the way I say my name
The way I rock my chain
The way I walk into the club
Drive the hoes insane
I roll with hood figgas
Real niggas, money gettas
Fuck with us, aye choppa hit ya
Choppa split ya shit
Uh... enough of all that
Tryna make a juice box wet fall back
Now whip it out what do u call that?
She got skin baby girl, haul ass
But I just follow the drip, follow the drip.. now
She's all on my dick, she's all on my dick.. wow
She's rockin' her hips, she's rockin' her hips.. pow
Now she's callin' it quits, callin' it quits...

(Chorus)
I make a Juice box wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I make a Juice box drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
I make a Juice box talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
I make a juice box pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

. . .


I gotta run my money up, shorty stack your money up
I gotta stack that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get mo'

Bring your money up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get dough

I'm talkin' dedication, talkin' motivation
Talkin' inspiration, talkin' money chasin'
Talkin' paper chasin', taught we got to get it
Sittin' back waitin' on somethin', man, I ain't with it

You niggaz bumpin' your gums, that talkin' better kill it
I'm sendin' a real message yes homey I hope you get it
You little head bouncers with them two big fitteds
Fuck him pop, man we runnin' up our digits

We got the keys to the city
The West coast, down South and New York City
You pussy niggaz silly, I know you feelin' shitty
You think that we gon' stop now and show some pity?

I gotta run my money up, shorty stack your money up
I gotta stack that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get mo'

Bring your money up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get dough

Yeah, I'm smellin' myself, I'm smellin' like money
Jefferson, Jackson, Ben Frank money
Old school, new school, big bank money
You muh'fuckers so funny

I keep a big pistol, who the fuck want it?
Niggaz still talkin'? Who the fuck done it?
Niggaz sendin' threats man who the fuck comin'?
Ain't no pussies over here nigga ain't nobody runnin'

Now, back to the message at hand
I'm talkin' get money, Africa and Japan
Germany, Australia, France and Berlin
Hood niggaz everywhere, we get to the money man

I gotta run my money up, shorty stack your money up
I gotta stack that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get mo'

Bring your money up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get dough

Fuck metaphors, gettin' all philosophical
Rap shit is easy, y'all make this shit an obstacle
This is basic training, show you the ropes
Man this music is a product, it's just like dope

First of all get your own hustle, don't watch mine
We all spit game, mine just happen to rhyme
Second of all stay prayed up and stay on your grind
And when your opportunity come be ready to shine

I gotta run my money up, shorty stack your money up
I gotta stack that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get mo'

Bring your money up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta

. . .


(feat. D. Woods)

I can tell by tha way that ya look at me,
You think you know me

But baby you don't know me, naw
I kno you comin home late
I'm tryna help you get to know me, Yeah
Got two sides

I see the hood in you
Okay you see the hood in me, but boo it's more to me.
I know you comin home late
AY but you don't understand me, No
Zoe, in a CL 550
I got the keys to the city, come ride with me (come on shawty)
Listen mama benny hunter
A fo go the chow, eatin good round here and I'll show ya how
To get money, mo money baby M.O.B.
Money ova all these bish n****s hatin me
Wanna fcuk with me, boo you gotta show me
I'm hearin wat ya sayin, baby you don't really know me.
I can tell by tha way that ya look at me,
You think you know me
But baby you don't know me, naw
I kno you comin home late
I'm tryna help you get to know me, Yeah
Got two sides

Okay you see the hood in me, but boo it's more to me.
I know you comin home late
AY but you don't understand me, No
See the cars that you drivin, the diamonds, they just see the shine
Not what's behind the man
Not what he stands for
Made up they mind when you walked in the door
Hear the words you sayin and they want more
Don't know hustle, don't know struggle
So you gotta lay it out before him
They don't understand you, No
They don't see the grind, they only see the shine
Lookin for the light but the money got em blind
All we know is hustle, a life full of crime
Battlefield n****s we stay on the frontline (ATTEN-HUT)
Tarzan I'm just lookin for a Jane (Jane)
A little thug love try to take away the pain (pain)
Throw me a the box try to keep me in a frame (frame)
You lookin at a n***a like a n***a can't change.
I can tell by tha way that ya look at me,
You think you know me
But baby you don't know me, naw
I kno you comin home late
I'm tryna help you get to know me, Yeah
Got two sides

Kick it with a real G (G)
And you'll see (see)
There's a whole nother side of me
You feel me?
Gotta look deep inside
I'm like Heckel and Clyde
One man two lives, I'm confusin you right
Take a look in my eyes, you can look in my soul
Ain't no love in the streets so it left my heart cold
Before it's all ova and that big curtain close
It's more than meets the man, I'm jus here to let you kno.
I can tell by tha way that ya look at me,
You think you know me
Oh yeah
But baby you don't know me, naw
I kno you comin home late
I'm tryna help you get to know me, Yeah
Got two sides

I see the hood in you
Okay you see the hood in me, but boo it's more to me.
I know you comin home late
AY but you don't understand me, No

. . .


Hey Shawt

Hello

What's up baby

Alright I got you I got you

Lil Shawty I love to stunt
I ride big trucks
We smoke big blunts
And spend big bucks

Lil Shawty my rims shined up (rims shined up)
My ice is too (ice is too)

Team yellow and red
And baby blue

Lil Shawt

Shawty she lookin
Shawty so fly
Could be a pimp
But shawty don't try
Shawty got game
Like lebron james
Call lou ??
Sawty untaimed
Shawt got money
Lil Shawty want change
Shawty ice chains
Boyfriends lame
Shawty ride trucks
Shawty switch lanes
Shawt ?
Lil Shawty got dranks

Hey shawty what ya want?
Tell me wat ya need
Shawty got the blunt
Girl I got the trees
Shawty go off
Shawty go hard
Shawty go charged
Shawty charzard

SHAWTY

Shawty ride a chevy
Shawtys gotta cam
Shawty ride benz
Shawty ride lamb

Real with ya self
Lil Shawty he the man
Shawty both hands
Cause it's a hood show dance

Shawty I love to stunt
I ride big trucks
We smoke big blunts
And spend big bucks

Lil Shawty my rims shined up
My ice is too
Team yellow and red
And baby blues

Lil Shawty

Shawty in the club
Floor bag up
Paid for eveeything
Shawty no scrub
Shawty no trick
Shawty he plugged

. . .


Last Time I checked Bk was the hood
Last Time I checked Bankhead was the hood
Last Time I checked Harlem was the hood
But them rappers dont live there they live in Hollywood
Last TIme I checked Long Beach was the hood
Last time I checked ColliPark was the hood
Last time I checked Compton was the hood
But them rappers dont live there they live in Hollywood

It aint about where you at it's about where you from
If you ever go back they might hit you with a drum (bah)
You a g somewhere else but at home you's a bitch
You cant go back to the hood 'cause they know you a snitch
Pusy ass rappers fake ass n****s
Metaphorical gangsta studio killas
Everybody know you been lame
Tryna hide behind a chain and a nickname
That's a damn shame
Shoot ya videos gon' fuck ya groupie hoes
Talk dat shit like da hood dont really know da hood despise you
I kick it wit da same n****s use to bully you in highschool n****
Who you lyin to ? n**** we ca' see straight through you like a x-ray n****
Me I'm Gorilla you'd be me if you could
But I dont think you can 'cause they say you Hollywood

Last Time I checked North Philly was hood
Last Time I checked Carol CIty was hood
Last Time I checked Uptown was hood
But them rappers dont live there they live in Hollywood
Last TIme I checked H-town was the hood
Last time i checked Chi-town was the hood
Last time i checked Detroit was the hood
But them rappers dont live there they live in Hollywood

What if the same dude you looked up to was a rapper
And you realized he wasn't nothing like you (damn)
He aint watch the shit bubble
He aint see the same struggle
He aint never go what you been through (aight I'm finna keep it real wit him now)
Real n****s dont feel dem n****
And on some real n**** shit man I feel you n****s
We like we miss Pac we need to hear Dre we miss Big N.W.A
Well what do they say "well here go this and listen to that"
Man somebody tell these labels that they artists are whack

Wastin all ya money on these flyers and posters
Try to make it look good buy you a sound scan
Is that the damn plan well here's a helping hand
You want some real sells you need the damn hood
If you dont want to sell wood then don't go Hollywood

Last Time I checked Carolinas was hood
Last Time I checked Little Rock was hood
Last Time I checked
But them rappers dont live there they live in Hollywood
Last TIme I checked Alabama was hood
Last time i checked Mississioppi was hood
Last time i checked North Philly was hood
But them rappers dont live there they live in Hollywood

Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy n**** show me
Nobody told me I dont see you run
You ya whole entourage and all them damn guns
I aint never seen a bunch of pussy n****s
Run around like they was killas when they know that they hoes
All you n****s scary I can tell how you be lookin when you see a real n**** fa sho
We dont play games that's yall punk n****s
And if the shit was a game we'd skunk you n****s
Keep playin make pump me

I ain neva seen a bunch of pussy n****s run around wit dat sack
When they homeboys broke
They respected in the hood cause you gon Hollywood
You cant have dat man and everybody knows

Last Time I checked Little Haiti was hood
Last Time I checked Zone 3 was the hood
Last Time I checked The whole Bay was the hood
But them rappers dont live there they live in Hollywood
Last TIme I checked Indiana was hood
Last time i checked man Savanna was hood
Last time i checked Louisiana was hood
But them rappers dont live there they live in Hollywood

. . .


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