Drugs, Crime & Gorillaz - Termanology, Freeway, Sheek Louch

You got drugs, crime and gorillas

You got drugs, crime and gorillas

You got drugs, crime, gorillas

In the back of the 'Lac, duffle bag in the trunk

Dog, you full of shit, and I’m not full of shit

Couple clips, 2 blunts of haze

2 4 fifths with no tints, right

Let me take you on a ride, where thugs, run and supply

For big chips, like, get nots, and bring m to Nots

A monster, I copped, then I chopped

The profet, I boxed it

On blocks that I conquered, and stocks that I I done give to them blocks

Them convicts will pop it, every morning, don’t stop it

That watch on your arm, should be gone, cause them cops

See you goin to them blocks, seen it all, but they not singin your songs

From Comptin to Queens, them cops give you warrents

For watchin them corners, so watch for me, flawliss

You got drugs, crime and gorillas

You got drugs, crime and gorillas

You got drugs, crime, gorillas

You got drugs, and all these thugs, and all these slugs

Hoppin outside these clubs, fuck that, I got heat for m

Grippin the bottle and the bag, keep the bottle in the bag

Throttlin the bag, hopped out, and barbicued the fag

So sad, big man

I’m a criminal, homie, and I done fight some bitches, no sibliminal, homie

Parked the whip, flip my phone, light my bong

I know it’s earli, but crack the Patroan, it’s on

Silverbakc gorilla, white T, bitches on my dick

Leave the club, 3 bitches in the whip

In this game, I’m like Waid, stackin up them chips

Banna clip, AK, taped up shit

I told you we spray rounds, I’ll kill you with it

Ridin with Termanology, my philosophy is murder

And all that other shit, you never heard of

You got drugs, crime and gorillas

You got drugs, crime and gorillas

You got drugs, crime, gorillas

You can put the moon in my left hand, the sun in my right

And I still won’t be done with the mic

Whippin with Mike, catchin a tool in his left hand, breakin his right

Cake whipper, they thinkin the same way, but my brain’s different

Look, bitch, it’s the same way, except my chain’s bigger

More paper to play, when we can move the plannet

Take care of the dammage, I’m doin the damage

I’m causin the panic, your boy is expanding

From Cali to Florida, I rush your body, my body’s more than ya

At lantic to Pasific, the Atlantic would be Pasific

I’m hittin Atlanta, and I’m landin in the middle

Then it’s back to Philly, where it’s chilly, nigga

You got drugs, crime and gorillas

You got drugs, crime and gorillas

You got drugs, crime, gorillas