Come down and beware of the black fist
The guerillas straight mutherf*cking killers in the mist
Take a shot, Buck Buck, but you can't whore us
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 shit
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 his 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 muthaf*cking cheetah can't hang with a guerilla
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 gauge
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
F*ck Grape Ape and Magilla
I'm a killa
Magilla Gorilla ain't a killa
White boys like Godzilla
But my super nigga named King Kong
Played his ass like Ping-Pong
So everybody get the 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
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 muthaf*ckers what I'm made of
Yes, never smoke the sess
Only hit the buddha when I beat 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, the smog, the fog
Ice Cube is my motherf*cking dog, yes
Kicking pumps, Smoking humps
The guerillas, rollin from deep with the bumps
Short Dog got the muthaf*cking pump
And it's true T-Bone got the twenty-two
That's how it's done
So you better run yo
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!
[Thanks to dkstrick37 for correcting these lyrics]
Guerillas in Tha Mist Video (MV)
Performed By: Da Lench Mob
Written by: GEORGE S CLINTON, GEORGE CLINTON JR., WILLIAM COLLINS, WILLIAM BOOTSY COLLINS, JASON RICHARD HUNTER, WILLIE HUTCH, WILLIE HUTCHISON, O'SHEA JACKSON, JESSE STUBBLEFIELD, BERNARD WORRELL
Da Lench Mob - Guerillas in Tha Mist Lyrics
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Come down and beware of the black fist
The guerillas straight mutherf*cking killers in the mist
Take a shot, Buck Buck, but you can't whore us
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 shit
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 his 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 muthaf*cking cheetah can't hang with a guerilla
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 gauge
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
F*ck Grape Ape and Magilla
I'm a killa
Magilla Gorilla ain't a killa
White boys like Godzilla
But my super nigga named King Kong
Played his ass like Ping-Pong
So everybody get the 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
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 muthaf*ckers what I'm made of
Yes, never smoke the sess
Only hit the buddha when I beat 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, the smog, the fog
Ice Cube is my motherf*cking dog, yes
Kicking pumps, Smoking humps
The guerillas, rollin from deep with the bumps
Short Dog got the muthaf*cking pump
And it's true T-Bone got the twenty-two
That's how it's done
So you better run yo
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!
[Thanks to dkstrick37 for correcting these lyrics]
The guerillas straight mutherf*cking killers in the mist
Take a shot, Buck Buck, but you can't whore us
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 shit
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 his 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 muthaf*cking cheetah can't hang with a guerilla
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 gauge
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
F*ck Grape Ape and Magilla
I'm a killa
Magilla Gorilla ain't a killa
White boys like Godzilla
But my super nigga named King Kong
Played his ass like Ping-Pong
So everybody get the 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
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 muthaf*ckers what I'm made of
Yes, never smoke the sess
Only hit the buddha when I beat 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, the smog, the fog
Ice Cube is my motherf*cking dog, yes
Kicking pumps, Smoking humps
The guerillas, rollin from deep with the bumps
Short Dog got the muthaf*cking pump
And it's true T-Bone got the twenty-two
That's how it's done
So you better run yo
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!
[Thanks to dkstrick37 for correcting these lyrics]
Writer: GEORGE S CLINTON, GEORGE CLINTON JR., WILLIAM COLLINS, WILLIAM BOOTSY COLLINS, JASON RICHARD HUNTER, WILLIE HUTCH, WILLIE HUTCHISON, O'SHEA JACKSON, JESSE STUBBLEFIELD, BERNARD WORRELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group