Guerilla City - Guerilla Black

Ladies and gentleman

I’d like to introduce myself

I’m Guerilla Black

And I’d like to take y’all for a walk through my place called Guerilla City

A.K.A.

Compton, home of the legends

It’s a cold place to be at baby

Uh Uh

When I’m in Guerilla City

And I got my killas with me

In khakis and chucks

Gats untucked

Dont fuck around and get your ass sprayed up

When you walk through my city you can tell it’s a cold vibe

Look at the eyes of the young niggas and old guys

You can see the hurt the old cats on the inside

The young niggas stay smokin sherm

And ain’t no promise I’ll see tomorrow

It’s just me my?

khakis and my beat up Monte Carlo

With?

on the bulletholes

Bandana on the steering wheel dashboard with photos of my old hoes

Smokin' Newports up Compton Boulevard

I’m gettin older and the younger niggas stompin hard

I got a problem mama sayin' get a job

My girl bitchin and they killed my little nigga Rob

I got a link on some blocks with my niggas up in Watts

And they told me that they fresh out the box

Shit fuck a EdD i got work nigga

It’s called crack cocaine it hit ya turf nigga

The hood uniform done changed

Now they in throwbacks and Akademics and they still gangbang

And the Crips wear more red than the Bloods do

Neither the enemy or the hood loves you

And the smokers still pulling on pipe dreams

Them youngins' crush dro?

light green

The night seems like it never will end

My nigga blew the whole rack got?

Look in my eyes it ain’t all palm trees and dody smoke

Bunch of hood minded muthafuckas holdin' heat for sho'

Jump in they?

patrol the hood block for block now

Let the pigeons out the coop when the Johnnies hound

Dice games and slapboxing is a hood sport

Chili cheese fries, deuce deuce, and a newport

I thank God for being here nigga just to talk

I got a warrant up in Torrance I dont give a fuck I ain’t payin' shit

Send me to the county to the dorm where i can play it sick

Watching big screens, taking showers, on the phone

Sharpen up my toothbrush just in case homes

And them other eses start tripping

Swing with my right nigga keep the left one sticking

Until they tear gas and pepper spray this bitch down

I got three days left until i’m back out

And when i touch down back in the CPT

I got the pack of cigs I ain’t smoke in bout 2 weeks

Niggas blowin' up my cellphone to know the whole scoop

Niggas break down your story better than you do

That’s the hood for you niggas know the info

I’m back in the Monte Carlo with a nympho

And she got the hoes buy the booty for my pleasures man

Muthafuckas don’t wanna get caught on this side of town nigga

It’s real crazy over here muthafucka

We got some of everything crackin over here we got prostitution

Muthafuckas got ARs, Muthafuckas got little mini-MACs

We got all that shit and I got the thirstiest muthafuckas in the world

You can be a grown man get your ass whooped by an 11- year old nigga

I’m telling you nigga these niggas is 'bout it bout it

Haha

It’s real muthafucka you bring your ass on this side nigga I’m tellin you nigga

We put fear in muthafuckas hearts for years nigga

Niggas know how we riding as soon as we hit the county

Watts up

You know C-O-M-P-T-O-N

C-O-M-P-T-O-N nigga