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juvenile – cash money gorilla lyrics

[verse 1: mannie fresh]
cash money n-ggas straight cookin’ that sh-t
b-tches on the corner straight hookin’ that sh-t
see, -ss dummy n-ggas love bussin at sh-t
but automatic weapons straight bustin’ that sh-t
nopd, gon yellow tape’em tonight
rose funeral home gon’ wake em’ tonight
it’s 12 o’clock midnight on the uptown street
two thugged out n-ggas, hot toting that heat
rhino bullets yall, fingers on the trigga
ain’t scared to pull it yall
get ya bones & ya homes, lock em’ up yo sh-t
put ya kids on the floor before the cl!ck-clacks spit
ride witcho sh-t, ready, load it and c-ck
if a n-gga try to test ya, then clear the whole block
shoot 1st, ask questions last
if ya ask questions, wind up on ya -ss
since the beginning, n-ggas scream “k!lla!”
i bust f-ckin back, cause i’m motherf-ckin’ realer
government-issued, .9 nina f-ckin’ milli
but if you f-ckin push i’mma show yo -ss gorilla

[verse 2: juvenile]
n-gga what’s the use in you havin’ cocaine and you can’t move it?
what’s the use in you havin’ a brain and you can’t use it?
what’s the use in you sayin’ you ballin’, you can’t prove it?
what’s the use of you talkin’ about it, you don’t it?
n-ggas don’ fled, with my mother i’m thinkin’ about bussin’ his head
come round the corner with the k
now what did you say?
you gon’ know what you don’t know
when you losing yo legs
the beef is frozen, cause i know to keep foolishness dead
we used to be duckin’ blue ones
now we duckin’ big reds
rude boy was lookin, but i ain’t know why
i told’em they got it uptown
he told me he workin’ with sticky green, under 600 a pounnnnd
now watch me, go head again
continue with shot calling
and we pushin’ a benz
wanna see all my people and my patnas ballin’
cmb rollin ova every block haulin’ (haulin’)
cause they some…

[chorus: juvenile]
k!lla-la-la-la’s
cash money gorilla-la-la-la’s
call me some k!lla-la-la-la’s
cash money gorilla-la-la-la’s
call me the k!lla-la-la-la
cash money gorilla-la-la-la

[verse 3: baby (birdman)]
n-gga i ain’t gon’ never get enough of this game spittin’
f-ckin, drinkin’ champagne, and duckin’ haters and snitches
and pluckin’ at these n-ggas when they get outta line
and f-ckin’ these hoes every chance i get some free time
ain’t none of that come between me, gettin’ on the grind
cause i’m bout my cheese, playboy at all times
3 bricks at nine
and n-gga i need every bit of my $27,000 don’t be short not one dime
now, you know how ya n-gga’ll play ya
will take hunnids off the top, only ya round could fade ya
i’m worth a million on my life; dead
i’m worth more here but if i die, playboy my family straight
i gotta habit of shootin’ them bones
i got it going on, and i put 50 g’s on the table
won’t ya match it homie?
i love dollars but i rather play with thousands
i make mills and f-ckin’ hoes in these public houses
i had so much money till it feared me
i wonder one day if them white folks come and get me
i love to floss and shine in the daytime
but i rather ride low low, with limousine in the night time

[chorus: juvenile]
’cause i’ma k!lla-la-la-la
cash money gorilla-la-la-la
’cause i’ma k!lla-la-la-la
cash money gorilla-la-la-la
’cause i’ma k!lla-la-la-la
cash money gorilla-la-la-la
’cause i’ma k!lla-la-la-la
cash money gorilla-la-la-la
k!lla-la-la-la’s
cash money gorilla-la-la-la’s
call me some k!lla-la-la-la’s
cash money gorilla-la-la-la’s
call me the k!lla-la-la-la
cash money gorilla-la-la-la

[bridge: juvenile]
yea, yea
if my beef come imma march n-gga step
if ya f-ck with me i’ma march n-gga step
play with my people i’ma march n-gga step
disrespect the magnolia i’ma march n-gga step
play with the cmb, bouta march n-gga step, march n-gga step

- juvenile lyrics

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