lirik lagu guerilla maab - everybody gone know
[trae]
guerilla maab in the trunk, when i’m whipping the boulevard
rearrange the block when i sw-ng and bang, i’m gripping grain
banging maan when the cd change, and leave stains till a motherf-cker
know my name i’m lil’ trae, hey n-gga what they say
the young gun fin to come, tipping up few quay, blue over gray
ak’s on c-ck i don’t play, on the grind full time to ball and parlay
i can flip my tongue, and make a n-gga say whoa
if you really want plex, what it do here i go
n-ggas don’t no hoes, are coming up out of the maab
stepping out pimp stripes, laced up with a dob hat
grab a gat, n-gga where the hatas at
like that mr. fat pat, we fin to rat-a-tat
to make a n-gga blood back, you don’t wanna see that
i’m fin to be breaking em off, when i cl!ck on wax
c-cking the glock dropping the top, and making em up out the box
and body rocking the lot, and leaving a n-gga shot
when i step out, b-tch n-ggas be on the run
n-gga come and get some, you don’t really want none
i’m a thug n-gga, f-cking with me you fin to get sprayed
i’m screwed up and throwed off, and gone in the brain
representing my cl!ck, to the fullest everyday all day
stepping to us, fifteen coming your way
shotgun blast, keep a n-gga moving it fast
when i set it off, making a n-gga feel like trash
guerilla maab compet-tors stand, and hitting yeah
and if a n-gga don’t know, i’m fin to be breaking yeah
pretty l!cking yes a n-gga, what you be talking about
i’ma ride for the south, till the house get burned down
shut down, n-gga be coming way too throwed
you know guerilla maab made n-ggas, out of control
[chorus – 2x]
everybody gon know, that my cl!ck gon set it off
balling out of control, we on the grind representing the south
everybody gon know, that my n-ggas ain’t no taking no loss
balling out of control, them underdawgs coming out the south
[lil’ b]
we gon hold it down, and represent for the south
lil’ b, diamond cut up in my mouth
and when i shock i rock, i make a hoe crowd jocks
six feet off the lot, with my trunk in the lot
bunny hop n-gga, you know how we do it
slow loud and bangin’, i thought you boys knew it
guerilla gon shred, and track just like fluid
and take on a n-gga, like nike just do it
screw it slow it down, and blaze a pound
southside h-town, gotta grind get mine
in the heart of the herm clark, is where i touch down
for the n-ggas that’s plexing, i live on grapevine
on the corners i’m turning, yokohamas be burning
wood grain be sturning, its the money i’m earning
up in the kitchen and wishing, expeditions we flipping
chrome glocks we gripping, loading with the clip in
the end is not yet, cause i just broke a sweat
riding now in a jet, i’m fly you could bet
we some throwed -ss n-ggas, that get down for the team
three gold shining, so fresh and so clean
i mean we shaking em off, and taking em off
to the backyard where the south cl!ck, be setting it off
breaking em off, we can’t be soft, because the
southside guerilla maab, and n-ggas ain’t taking no loss
[chorus – 2x]
[dougie d]
here i go like the mystikal, slapping the sh-t up out of a
motherf-cker bumping his gums, motherf-ckers you fin to feel us
we ain’t tripping with none of you n-ggas
we be wrecking shop and dropping the bombs
i said that n-gga kinda cold and throwed and, gripping a round
when you hear me in a tape deck you, pushing rewind
got your head bobbing and jacking
and body rocking and shocking, whenever i spit the first time
and some of you b-tches love that don’t you
throwing the deuce, up to my n-ggas and my roll dogs
and that be bobbing in the trunk, we fin to mash dog
literally dropping this heat, all up on ya
i spit rhymes, like a automatic rapper be gone
checking the mic up at the first, and at all times
guerilla maab made motherf-ckers gon shine
call us the underdawgs my n-gga, but we gon climb
motherf-ckers screaming no, we gon go go and slam do’s
and knocking motherf-ckers up, acting like its cold
4-4’s and smash hoes, and leaving a n-gga fold
constantly keeping my mind, up on my motherf-cking do’
its me the d-o-u-g-i-e, keeping it crunk
for me, my f-cking family could eat
we be the m to the double a-b, ain’t nothing but g’s
and motherf-ckers gon see
[chorus – 4x]
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