Guerilla Black - Guerilla City lyrics

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Guerilla Black - Guerilla City lyrics

[Intro] (Helicopter flying overhead) Ladies and gentleman I'd like to introduce myself I'm Guerilla Black And I'd like to take y'all for a walk through my place called Guerilla City A.K.A. Compton, home of the legends It's a cold place to be at baby Uh Uh [Chorus] 2x When I'm in Guerilla City And I got my k**as with me In khakis and chucks Gats untucked Dont f** around and get your a** sprayed up [Verse 1] When you walk through my city you can tell it's a cold vibe Look at the eyes of the young n***as and old guys You can see the hurt the old cats on the inside The young n***as stay smokin sherm And ain't no promise I'll see tomorrow It's just me my ? khakis and my beat up Monte Carlo With ? on the bulletholes Bandana on the steering wheel dashboard with photos of my old hoes Smokin' Newports up Compton Boulevard I'm gettin older and the younger n***as stompin hard I got a problem mama sayin' get a job My girl b**hin and they k**ed my little n***a Rob I got a link on some blocks with my n***as up in Watts And they told me that they fresh out the box sh** f** a EdD i got work n***a It's called crack c**aine it hit ya turf n***a [Chorus] 2x [Verse 2] The hood uniform done changed Now they in throwbacks and Akademics and they still g**n And the Crips wear more red than the Bloods do Neither the enemy or the hood loves you And the smokers still pulling on pipe dreams Them youngins' crush dro ? light green The night seems like it never will end My n***a blew the whole rack got ? Look in my eyes it ain't all palm trees and dody smoke Bunch of hood minded muthaf**as holdin' heat for sho' Jump in they ? patrol the hood block for block now Let the pigeons out the coop when the Johnnies hound Dice games and slapboxing is a hood sport Chili cheese fries, deuce deuce, and a newport ? I thank God for being here n***a just to talk [Chorus] 2x [Verse 3] I got a warrant up in Torrance I dont give a f** I ain't payin' sh** Send me to the county to the dorm where i can play it sick Watching big screens, taking showers, on the phone Sharpen up my toothbrush just in case homes And them other eses start tripping Swing with my right n***a keep the left one sticking Until they tear gas and pepper spray this b**h down I got three days left until i'm back out And when i touch down back in the CPT I got the pack of cigs I ain't smoke in bout 2 weeks n***as blowin' up my cellphone to know the whole scoop n***as break down your story better than you do That's the hood for you n***as know the info I'm back in the Monte Carlo with a nympho ? And she got the hoes buy the booty for my pleasures man [Chorus] 2x [Outro] Muthaf**as don't wanna get caught on this side of town n***a It's real crazy over here muthaf**a We got some of everything crackin over here we got prostitution Muthaf**as got ARs, Muthaf**as got little mini-MACs We got all that sh** and I got the thirstiest muthaf**as in the world You can be a grown man get your a** whooped by an 11- year old n***a I'm telling you n***a these n***as is 'bout it bout it Haha It's real muthaf**a you bring your a** on this side n***a I'm tellin you n***a We put fear in muthaf**as hearts for years n***a n***as know how we riding as soon as we hit the county Watts up You know C-O-M-P-T-O-N C-O-M-P-T-O-N n***a