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drunky gorilla, drunky_gorilla, Drunky Gorilla, Wreck Shop, San Jose, Pimp Shit, gorilla, Stockton, california
It's just me, myself and I when it comes to this band thing. I have no producer making my beats, so I spend time finding the right beat from soundclick, and borrow a beat from someone that makes beats. I grew up in Milpitas, Ca where I first started trying to flow--this was around 1995. I spent my young adult years in San Jose, Ca fuckin around doing my thing, and now you can find me sweating it up in the central valley of California untill the next part of my journey in life takes hold.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,824
Peak in subgenre #207
Author
Dr. unky: The Experience
Uploaded
May 28, 2005
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MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:43
Lyrics
As I blast like a mini-mac from the back of an accord that's tacked out with chronic smoke, act out and get smacked like a skinny whore on heroin. got your girl playing the field like marylnn, cut you off as if your foreign and this is my Monroe Doctrine, my funny car on high octane, live ten minutes from stockton...where they kill people and leave um dead, face down dirty covered in red, i swear these crackheads out here are sick in the head, sick outta bed, sick with no meds, currupt like them feds. Take shit from nobody, no hotty or gangster like john gotti will move me from my mentality, moved from the forty of OE to a six pack of Arrogant Bastard Ale in a sand pail filled with ice. I swear I aint nothing nice, this shit'll stick to you like asian rice. feeling retarded like lenny from the men of mice, i mean of mice and men, same difference, so fuck it...im out of luck with three tickets, two warrants. bricks on my shoulder like what the fuck do i do next. was never good at math so fuck the variable X like having sex with an ex, flex her necks muscle by choking it smoother than a LS lex. I come to wreck shop, I come to flip you all the bird, I come to be absurd and yell out obsenities. I come to bless hip-hop Let me slow this rottisserie blast down for the ones that like it fresh and clean like bagged salads or outkast, outlast this hip-hop obsession from outsiders and women who bat their eyelash, flash their skin fast for fast money in all seriousness i got flavor like flav, crazier in the head, crazier than the last X head standing at a rave, forever got a neck that's red, spitting my rhymes to my very own drop dead fred, girls always crave vanilla ice cream after giving me head on their husbands bed, spit raps as a ped-estrian on a ped-astool, pedal to the liqour store and think about the opium in the golden flowers petal. Even if i lose a battle or a hundred, I'll never get pissed off at the ones that beat me cause this is rap, story telling time, it aint about busting a cap at a dudes cap cause he schooled you at the art of this and that, took your map and tore it into two, toured your whole hemisphere yelling out FUCK YOU
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