Gutta Gorillaz

Hey...<br><br>[Chamillionaire]<br>Bad is how I kick nigga no way, that little ass pager is so gay<br>My 2-way way too big to be a 2-way, it`s a 4-way<br>Ask me who the hardest rapper nigga, you know who I`m gon say<br>I`ma say ay-ay-ay, like JT Money and Sole<br>Koopa don`t pay for the four play, you tell her how much that you gon pay<br>You must be kin to oranthol, cause you a Simpson like you OJ<br>OJ throwback no way, the OJ throwback I throw away<br>Too many niggas dress alike, I ain`t trying to be you for the whole day<br>Look like a 2 Fast 2 Furious clip, on a tow away<br>It look like I`m riding backwards, rims spinning the wrong way<br>See that Fake-ob I mean Jacob on your arm, nigga no way<br>That ain`t authentic, we know what it is but I won`t say<br>Wanna know if my pockets fat, and how much do my do` weigh<br>A question like that, will get a chick kicked through the do` way<br>I don`t give no do` away, get out she gon obey<br>She gon take the coat from a Lil` Jon song and say, (okaaay)<br>Gutta gorilla, mayn I ain`t no Holly<br>Wood industry ass nigga no, they don`t call me<br>On the phone like they wanna bone, cause they know prolly<br>The chick I`m with gotta have a upgrade, and a J-Lo body<br>My princess cuts why the slugs, look kinda like lightening bugs<br>Rims double the size of dubs, they standing as high as us<br>Koopa don`t keep a strap scratch that, cause he prolly does<br>Keep a heater with extra slugs, in a clip in his Ivy dubs<br>For a minute, Nappy Roots had a whole movement by being po`<br>Through that movement I was moving units, they must of been moving slow<br>True I`m on the radio, but I prove I`m streeter than Greg<br>Flip the microphone off the stand, and you`ll get beat in the head<br><br>(*talking*)<br>Yeah, my solo album Controversy Sells<br>Drops in November, on the same day as Paul Wall`s<br>"People`s Champ" solo album, Color Changin` Click-clack<br><br>[Rasaq]<br>Aw suckering-suckatash, who`s that coming up on that cash<br>Screens go z-z, when I push a button up on the dash<br>But a weapon up on my ass, do dirt like what`s under grass<br>Two shirts might have something stashed, you jerk if something flash<br>You move if something blast, you hurt and on your ass<br>You cursing when I pass, I`m swerving in a slab<br>It`s Rasaq on the block, in a drop with no top<br>With a bottle with no top, and a model with no top<br>And I`m going to the spot, where niggas is losing<br>Put the clip up to you spit it, and let it rip through your FUBU<br>Dog I know cats that`ll break you, in a kitten caboodle`s<br>In a range for a funeral, for the niggas who knew you <br>I`m in the hood in the hallway, where there`s pissing and doo-doo<br>And the fiends creeping at night, and come up twitching up to you<br>I recycle what I see in the hood, and deliver it to you<br>With niggas is coo-coo, hang with a few loose screws<br>Or when I`m flipping in hoo-doo`s, sitting on two-two`s<br>Listening to new Screw, jewelry is glistening and too blue<br>And I`m chilling with your new boo, I ain`t forced her in the whip<br>Got her talking so much, I told her to put a cork in it<br>Like Sammy Sosa`s bat, leave your mammy with a swollen back<br>These tracks on a broke mattress, a couple of bones is cracked<br>And I`m gone no coming back, no hugging no rubbing backs<br>I`m thugging and loving stacks, nigga how you loving that<br><br>I bring it to you<br>I bring it to you<br>I bring it to you