Guerilla Black

Guerilla Black - Okay lyrics

rate me

No need for Snoop and Game, I'm a man of my own

Go ask Bishop and mom, they didn't grasp alone (?)

Dollar figure went all through vision, man, in his song (?)

I want to "Touch the Sky", just like Kanye

They treated me like an "Outkast", just like Andre

If I could show 'em my talent, like Beyonce

I'd have Gabrielle Union as my fiance (rarr)

I'd probably be at the Gremlins in tight ass jeans

But, nahh, I ain't rapping like the Black Eyed Peas

But it's not like ain't hot like the Black Eyed Peas

I just rap about the block, and they ain't like me!

[Hook x2: Guerilla Black]

I got my cap on my head and my gun on my hip

And my ice on my wrist

Yeah Guerilla is back

Okay! The killer is hot!

Hold up, Okay! The killer is hot!

[Verse 2: Hot Dollar]

Oh, kay the kid is back

I told you Hot Dollar had a lock on rap

See, motherfuckers thinking they made Hot

The same niggas sic' when the radio play Hot

Yeah I'm doing tours overseas, and they not

Imagining H-Town, at an L.A. spot (Yeah!)

The bigger, son, saw hype since 50

A mill for the deal, all you bitches can miss me

Me and Black ain't the same for brothers

But you can't put the fame above us

Or name another

That spit how the night's here are changing colors

I kill you, singing toungue 'till you shameless mother

Call me the black John Diamond

I'm in my Maserati

Getting head while I drive is a hobby

Riding through the city with my casket face

Scared rappers need church like Pastor Mase!

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Guerilla Black]

Don't call it a comeback

The cycle just repeated again

I reinvented the West so you believe it again

I gave you Mario Winans, then Beenie Man

I know you was wondering "Would I see him again?"

Man I came different like Gnarls Barkley

Not with awful Dodgers and Ed Hardey

Niggas'll test a gangster like Charles Barkley

The street side, you ain't seen that part of me!

Yeah they be like "Where Guerilla been?"

I know the haters must must have hated "Did me in"

But I'm back and stronger than a million men

You tired of the fake, let the real begin

Rap was my hustle, I'm a business man

Hip hop ain't died, came to the West to the live

When you mix it with gangta rap, they the best of friends

I love the East, but the South is my next to kin!

[Hook x2]

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