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It's Gotta Be Planned
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This is probably one of the best beats you'll hear out of all these songs. Pissed off repetitious flow.
indie abstract drunky gorilla the experience
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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.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #3,130
Peak in subgenre #575
Author
Drunky The Experience
Uploaded
February 03, 2004
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MP3 1.7 MB • 128 kbps • 1:50
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I'm a leader to the core.......
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Some motherfuckers talk for to long, Im knowing they aint head strong/I'm more away while smoking a bong load of purple cush/talkin' for the rush/looking for the bush/grabbin the toosh..... Fine chicks make me horny, fat heffers make me gag/im out for some pussy/but like computers they lag/most are gooped in clown glue and some are on the rag/so i pull out the Tam act like a Pawn/shove my dick in, again and again/for the same reason/I can, I can?/I'm dirty, I'm worthy and James Bond savvy, but I'm more like trevelan off a forty of steel reserve 211/send um to heaven or was it a haven, stuck in verbatum, played captain save-um on the internet, devenear/talk shit to the young while going after the mother reindeer/With an indonesian spear/I walk with my head high with no fear/Dried-eyed and a sand-paper mouth, police aint carrying about this white pooch after the cooch, just smoked a roach from last nights journey, it was like a flurry from Ike to tina or that russian to balboa. My words are planned, re-ran through the fan so it's not bland, just like it's just panned/burned in the brain and carrying a game that will maintain/if i sell out for the figureo chain, you can erase my name/take away the fame/leave me plain/call me a dame drinking evian/it's all the same/my world will be gone like a shot fawn/I'd be down the drain with drain-o/wiping your messes up like mr. clean/my name is shawn, no rap name
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