The D.O.C. - Gorilla Pimpin' lyrics

(Verse 1: The D.O.C.) Big baller, of blind diggy Black foe dipply Quickly, run into your city like Jeepsy I kept a half of ounce And I'm rude to get the cash and bounce 51 mansion, I ain't stopped, see what doin' the asking All these player haters doin' this blasting So while these fools words be heated like fashion I'm gon' cash-in, what, I'm workin' with a full grip Ain't no featurin' that bullsh**, so I'll pull sh** Out like a presidential Sleek and stay illegal like the governmental Fake is backache, all the time Got my sh** lookin' bright like a shoes shine Rub you off like ma**age when I'm on the grind 'Cause in my mind You better get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine, fool... (Chorus: Dr. Dre) Stackin' them bricks got you trippin' Them bricks and them cakes got you slippin' A flock of birds got you on the yard sippin' Or gettin' cheese in pay, all day, Gorilla Pympin' Stackin' them bricks got you trippin' Them bricks and them cakes got you slippin' A flock of birds got you on the yard sippin' Or maybe gettin' paid, all day, Gorilla Pympin' (Verse 2: The D.O.C.) Now I'ma drop into it right quick, G sh** You finna get the convict, subliminal bomb sh** Criminal, monoply, philosophy Mean dollar properties, cheese overseas, status Peep my macks are my apparatus Known for my gift the Grammer From Atlanta to Atlantis, I handle this, pound for pound Brought you the scandalous, break it down I'm gonna give you what you need Full balls, big dick and straight weed Or get wet up fool you better get up And get yours from the D.O.P, f**in' with me Smooth Jackson, Bro Bax and Kool Max On criminal contacts be lovin' my platinum plaques But that ain't who I'ma goes at On the real, dollar bills mothaf**er, can you afford that... (Chorus: Dr. Dre) Stackin' them bricks got you trippin' Them bricks and them cakes got you slippin' A flock of birds got you on the yard sippin' Or gettin' cheese in pay, all day, Gorilla Pympin' Stackin' them bricks got you trippin' Them bricks and them cakes got you slippin' A flock of birds got you on the yard sippin' Or maybe gettin' paid, all day, Gorilla Pympin' (Break: Dr. Dre) It's goin' on and on n***a It's goin' on and on and on It's goin' on and on my n***a It's goin' on and on and on It's goin' on and on n***a It's goin' on and on and on It's goin' on and on my n***a G's goin' on and on and on (Verse 3: Six Two) Knick Knack Patty Wack, give the dog a bone Now give him a chicken till my n***a is on It don't stop, until your life get popped And you can send them viberatin' when you dropped Hot jam, better then the rest of them I'm, therefore I pack a flour when I'm on my tour If we can make it though, n***az actin' hardcore It ain't the coast though, n***a it's the cash flow Order a**-holes, for sheezy best believe me Ain't no tellin' where my G's be Nationality, reality n***az salary or locality Uh the grand finale, on my way back from Cali' f**in twin b**hes, and they grins for they ends And it's on n***a, rocks slangin' to you like the dirty cop Clock till the world stopped, make them all dropped My n***a Doc' empty out the whole box I set it off, come on, come out get yours Talkin' about your old black clothes Caddillac doors, money from bad hoes You know that's how Gorilla Pympin' goes Realize that you gotta get yours All dimes, all the time You better get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine, fool... (Chorus: Dr. Dre) Stackin' them bricks got you trippin' Them bricks and them cakes got you slippin' A flock of birds got you on the yard sippin' Or gettin' cheese in hate, all day, Gorilla Pympin' Stackin' them bricks got you trippin' Them bricks and them cakes got you slippin' A flock of birds got you on the yard sippin' Or maybe gettin' paid, all day, Gorilla Pympin' (Outro: Six Two talking) n***a the world's on your hand You got game, n***a learnt know how to gain