DrugDilla by Gorilla Warfare Tactics Lyrics
[Dilla]
I take a knife to the rotten apple, shit is a hassle
Princess in the coupe, I keep the hooker in the castle
Life is like a battle, lotta shit to grapple with
Thas why I keep a fuckin’ bottom like a apple chick
Apple dutches, Lamborghini power clutches
Hard to keep it under 90 whenever he touch it
Suit and tie on, prolly made the honor roll
Black and white Adidas feet be lookin’ like Dimaggio
Dilla got em bumpin’ from Brooklyn to California
And Mecca and to Medina, Manhattan back to the barrio
Fuckin’ up my cardio
Feelin’ like I’m Marley yo
Unless we talkin Diddy tell em fuck an impresario
Took a while for Dilla to scrip songs
Made a transition boi went Gorilla to King Kong
Now I pound my gorilla chest
Swing from the tower top
Bullets to the dome can never make the fuckin power stop
[Hook]
We on award tour
Feel the winter in the city that’s a cold war
Crusin’ into California in my four door
Fuck it if I swerve in my beamer Ima go ahead and pour more
We on award tour
Feel the winter in the city that’s a cold war
Crusin’ into California in my four door
Fuck it if I swerve in my beamer. Bitch
[Dilla]
It’s un fuckin’ believable
Tints is Don Cheadable
Riding like a cheetah do
Used to ride the range, chickens cluckin when I freed the coupe
Dropped another fifty just to free the roof
Leanin’ off shots and you can feel the proof
And as I swerved being followed by that black town
Turn the music up the flashing lights is in my background
“I’m ridin’ clean what’s the issue?”
That cop in upper Harlem is a pilgrim with a pistol
That’s just that uptown, new scene, back to the lower east
Little bit of rap and then some Nuyorican poetry
Badu, Floetry, lil bit of Jodeci
Keep me on the humble as I’m sweepin through the city streets
But you was never in my same class
Knuckles made of brass that’ll break glass, bricks, and the concrete
But still me, far as y’all can hear
I got the whip murdered out like 50 did to Ja’s career
[Hook]
[Dilla]
I took the Q down to BK
2 words when I pass under that freeway
Shit is hot, gotta hit me with that replay
Never had a deal, 100 milly or a threeway
Premier dropped not a feature on that mixtape
Man I tried explaining to these rappers dawg I been great
I’m prolly ahead of my time
I tell em if the mind fit the crime, I’m a mass murder killa
It’s that straight jacket Dilla
Straight back from Manilla
Cold as fuck in the city
Fly south for the winter
Palms itchin from the mofuckin splinters on that wood grain
White hoodie rappin’ in the chambers of the Wu Tang
You ain’t a rapper less you blunt a cigarillo
Rock a hunda chainz drop a verse about Carmelo
What I gotta say I’m a different type of fellow
What I gotta say, dawg I’m ballin keep it mellow
I take a knife to the rotten apple, shit is a hassle
Princess in the coupe, I keep the hooker in the castle
Life is like a battle, lotta shit to grapple with
Thas why I keep a fuckin’ bottom like a apple chick
Apple dutches, Lamborghini power clutches
Hard to keep it under 90 whenever he touch it
Suit and tie on, prolly made the honor roll
Black and white Adidas feet be lookin’ like Dimaggio
Dilla got em bumpin’ from Brooklyn to California
And Mecca and to Medina, Manhattan back to the barrio
Fuckin’ up my cardio
Feelin’ like I’m Marley yo
Unless we talkin Diddy tell em fuck an impresario
Took a while for Dilla to scrip songs
Made a transition boi went Gorilla to King Kong
Now I pound my gorilla chest
Swing from the tower top
Bullets to the dome can never make the fuckin power stop
[Hook]
We on award tour
Feel the winter in the city that’s a cold war
Crusin’ into California in my four door
Fuck it if I swerve in my beamer Ima go ahead and pour more
We on award tour
Feel the winter in the city that’s a cold war
Crusin’ into California in my four door
Fuck it if I swerve in my beamer. Bitch
[Dilla]
It’s un fuckin’ believable
Tints is Don Cheadable
Riding like a cheetah do
Used to ride the range, chickens cluckin when I freed the coupe
Dropped another fifty just to free the roof
Leanin’ off shots and you can feel the proof
And as I swerved being followed by that black town
Turn the music up the flashing lights is in my background
“I’m ridin’ clean what’s the issue?”
That cop in upper Harlem is a pilgrim with a pistol
That’s just that uptown, new scene, back to the lower east
Little bit of rap and then some Nuyorican poetry
Badu, Floetry, lil bit of Jodeci
Keep me on the humble as I’m sweepin through the city streets
But you was never in my same class
Knuckles made of brass that’ll break glass, bricks, and the concrete
But still me, far as y’all can hear
I got the whip murdered out like 50 did to Ja’s career
[Hook]
[Dilla]
I took the Q down to BK
2 words when I pass under that freeway
Shit is hot, gotta hit me with that replay
Never had a deal, 100 milly or a threeway
Premier dropped not a feature on that mixtape
Man I tried explaining to these rappers dawg I been great
I’m prolly ahead of my time
I tell em if the mind fit the crime, I’m a mass murder killa
It’s that straight jacket Dilla
Straight back from Manilla
Cold as fuck in the city
Fly south for the winter
Palms itchin from the mofuckin splinters on that wood grain
White hoodie rappin’ in the chambers of the Wu Tang
You ain’t a rapper less you blunt a cigarillo
Rock a hunda chainz drop a verse about Carmelo
What I gotta say I’m a different type of fellow
What I gotta say, dawg I’m ballin keep it mellow