Artist: Above the Law f/ Enuff, Kokane Album: Time Will Reveal Song: Gorillapimpin' Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com [Intro/Chorus: Cold 187Um] Wherever we go, another player whore From city to city, we still Gorilla pimpin' We still pimpin' We keep the whores the Ghetto Stars We're sippin' Caviar From city to city, we still Gorilla pimpin' We still pimpin' [Verse 1: Cold 187Um] Sometimes I have a whole modern bullshit on my mind Sometimes I sit and write hype rhymes time after time About these hoochies, about these hookers, about these hoodrats Bitch you disrespect that, Bitch you'll get your headcracked Now, pay your tribute to B.C.G. (Pimp - Clinic - Gang) Yo, and bow down cause we roll through Cause I was half melabo with this bitch from Hundred Noo-Noo You should've seen what she wants to do She wants to do it from the Livin' Room to the Kitchen I mean all up in the cabinets, bread conditions Yo, now let me tell you somethin, this is how you break a whore: Tell what she wanna hear, take where she wanna go And when it gets real good to them You gotta treat them like you don't even ahh care for them Yo, yo, that's a tactic, you call it psychology We are from the Pimp Clinic, we call it pimpology And we pimped on like them Rolling Stone makin' hits All up in the traffic, yellin' fuck the bitch Yo, on that for reala my nigga Yo, cause when I pimps, I pimps like a Gorilla, yeah [Chorus] [Verse 2: Km.G] Pimp Clinic Gang Bandanna, hang with my Banana Banana be in my clip, A.K. - set trip Keep Clinic mingle, peep the new single Flossy pimp nigga, peep cap when I hit you with the mental Carvan cause the whores look good to me They spit light too, I was hookin' up their wig Now, they be sterned up, and they got their mack up Come on, here me speadin' love as I get my grind on the Microphone Slide you on the homie's Benz, been some of the homie's ends Hell of conversation with you and the friend I never lied to you, just so I can slide to you Check it out, let me show you the view And continue, to smell good and look good And still be chasin' them hoodrats, like a nigga should be With a hell of a Chronic Sack, with my fat ass Gat Yeah, nigga has got a Low-Rider, plus, I mobs with the Rottweiler Chronic sow the whores follower What or Why? - cause that's what I wanna do Click with my ignorant, Pimp Clinic pregnant [Chorus] [Verse 3: Enuff] I'm a type of nigga that causin' a gang of drama Oppose it, chillin', see I'm all up in your baby's mamma Fools, get trippin' like they're royal But see half of these bitches can't spell the word LOYAL I run deep with a gang of killers So if it's static, we better come for reala I said: trust no whore til the day you die And don't be sown your soul just saved because you suicide I hit the A.C. as I roll through Kila California On the turn of way to Pomona To make peace with my kinfolks, metanade on some hell of a smoke I keep real like I used to do on the street Cause still water is runnin' deep And if you really wonder how I fill up Can't nobody get by a Gorilla [Verse 4: Kokane] Ugh, we run game on you whores and start to finish Now, it's the good, the bad and the pimpish Now, why would I run down the hood to fuck one girl When I can creep down the hill and fuck them all Ugh, I know this pinky P-Y-T, so young, so sweat She was only Seventeen At one of my shows, kickin' it backstage You know them young ass bitches never at the age She whispered in ear: do you wanna fuck? This young bitch made my dick hits, called up on my nuts My ?? is ticklin, this bitch kept on minglin' She gave the pussy and in my ride she wants to be a singer Promises, promises, I taped that ass and kicked the bitch up out my S-Class And on my dashies I say: Pimpin' Ain't Easy I can't kick it around the bitch that got no rhyme with me, ugh [Chorus]