Guerillas In Tha Mist

Da Lench Mob

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    Come down and beware of the black fist
    The guerillas straight mutherfucking killers is the mist
    Take a shot Buck Buck but you can't forge
    Never thought you'd see South Central niggaz in the forest
    Don't kick in the chorus just yet
    Cause we ain't made a mess yet
    Lench Mob produce the best yet
    Comin real hard man
    Bumpin in your car man
    Finally caught up with a devil named Tarzan
    Swingin on a vine
    Suckin on a piece of swine
    Jiggaboo come up from behind
    Hit him with a coconut
    Stab him in the gut
    Push him out the tree
    he falls right on his nuts
    And just like EPMD
    I don't like a bitch
    Named J to tha A to tha N-E
    Can't wait to meet her
    I'm gonna kill 'er
    Cause that little muthafucking cheetah can't hang with aguerilla

    You try to pay me off with a banana
    But J-D is blacker than a city called Atlanta
    Give me some elbow room, I need some elbow room
    So I can boom shak-a-lak boom
    That's the sound of the twenty guage
    Lock us up and the Lench Mob can break out of any cage
    You never even hear of this
    I'm taking care of this
    Lench Mob environmental terrorists
    Fuck great ape ammarilla
    I'm a killa
    But killa gorilla ain't a killa
    White boys like Godzilla
    But my super nigga named King Kong
    Played his ass like Ping-Pong
    So motherfuckers get your ding-dong
    Or the bozack what's that dick and nut sack
    So get your butts back from the black fist
    Cap peelers the guerillas in the mist

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    Va-voom here comes a nigga from the dark side
    Talking bout a brand new apartheid
    South Central straight ghetto native
    Gotta show these devil muthafuckers what I'm made of
    Yes, never smoke the sess
    Only hit the buddha when I'm laying on my chest
    I'm laying in a cut
    I'm laying in a cut
    I'm laying in a cut
    bout to shoot me a mutt (with what?)
    With the boom ping ping
    Listen to the ill shit that I bring bring
    Nappy headed nigga, coming out the mist
    Ice Cube is my motherfucking dog, yes
    Kicking pumps, Smoking humps
    The guerillas, rollin from deep in the bumps
    Short Dog got the muthafucking pump
    And it's true T-Bone got the twenty-two
    That's how it's done
    So you better run yo
    Run your ass out the jungle
    Cause hear the guns go and we don't miss
    The Lench Mob, the guerillas in the mist!

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    Composición: Bootsy Collins, George Clinton, Bernie Worrell, Ice Cube y Mister Woody

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