Drugs, Crime & Gorillaz

Lyrics

[Chorus: Termanology] You got drugs, crime and gorillas You got drugs, crime and gorillas You got drugs, crime, gorillas [Verse 1: Termanology] In the back of the 'Lac, duffle bag in the trunk Dog, you full of shit, and I'm not full of shit Couple clips, 2 blunts of haze 2 4 fifths with no tints, right Let me take you on a ride, where thugs, run and supply For big chips, like, get nots, and bring m to Nots A monster, I copped, then I chopped The profet, I boxed it On blocks that I conquered, and stocks that I I done give to them blocks Them convicts will pop it, every morning, don't stop it That watch on your arm, should be gone, cause them cops See you goin to them blocks, seen it all, but they not singin your songs From Comptin to Queens, them cops give you warrents For watchin them corners, so watch for me, flawliss [Chorus: Termanology] You got drugs, crime and gorillas You got drugs, crime and gorillas You got drugs, crime, gorillas [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] You got drugs, and all these thugs, and all these slugs Hoppin outside these clubs, fuck that, I got heat for m Grippin the bottle and the bag, keep the bottle in the bag Throttlin the bag, hopped out, and barbicued the fag So sad, big man I'm a criminal, homie, and I done fight some bitches, no sibliminal, homie Parked the whip, flip my phone, light my bong I know it's earli, but crack the Patroan, it's on Silverbakc gorilla, white T, bitches on my dick Leave the club, 3 bitches in the whip In this game, I'm like Waid, stackin up them chips Banna clip, AK, taped up shit I told you we spray rounds, I'll kill you with it Ridin with Termanology, my philosophy is murder And all that other shit, you never heard of [Chorus: Termanology] You got drugs, crime and gorillas You got drugs, crime and gorillas You got drugs, crime, gorillas [Verse 3: Freeway] You can put the moon in my left hand, the sun in my right And I still won't be done with the mic Whippin with Mike, catchin a tool in his left hand, breakin his right Cake whipper, they thinkin the same way, but my brain's different Look, bitch, it's the same way, except my chain's bigger More paper to play, when we can move the plannet Take care of the dammage, I'm doin the damage I'm causin the panic, your boy is expanding From Cali to Florida, I rush your body, my body's more than ya At lantic to Pasific, the Atlantic would be Pasific I'm hittin Atlanta, and I'm landin in the middle Then it's back to Philly, where it's chilly, nigga [Chorus: Termanology] You got drugs, crime and gorillas You got drugs, crime and gorillas You got drugs, crime, gorillas