HOUSE GANG ANIMALZ - Urban Paisan lyrics

(feat. JoJo Pellegrino, Inspectah Deck)

[Intro: Inspectah Deck (JoJo Pellegrino)]

Yeah, yeah, this how it go down nigga

Urban Icons, they got my nigga JoJo Pellegrino

In the place to be, like Run-DMC, nigga

Uh huh, Rebel INS, come on, come on, S.I., S.I.

(Yo, check it out, yo, eyo) Shaolin!

[JoJo Pellegrino:]

How dare you insult my intelligence

And question my lyrical excellence

I should break your neck for this negligence

Public display of ignorance

Yo, matter fact the next rapper attemptin' to beats

Gettin' jammed in his ass with a jagged broom stick til his finder rips

I'm me at my best, you, just you with your worst

So naturally you at your best, couldn't fuck with me at my worst

A hungry MC willin' to blow at any cost

One day I smoke the hydro and battle myself in the mirror

And loss, burn you like vanilla Dutches, twisted like blunt wraps

Take kids to school like yellow buses give 'em dunce caps

Yo, step into me, get it poppin' like a western movie

Witty punchlines is how I get 'em usually

Wu harder then a bore, show your barber, some get lost

Seen your flick in the Step Ya Rap Game Up column in the Source

Effortlessly I smash rappers, platinum artist to napsackers

Tell 'em turn around and spit, this shit is assed backwards

[Interlude: JoJo Pellegrino (Inspectah Deck) {La Banga}]

Yeah, this shit is assed backwards

(Get out of here with your wack ass rhymes, nigga)

This shit is assed backwards {Yo, you heard what he said?}

(Break it off, you and your notebook, punk!) Eyo, eyo, yo

[JoJo Pellegrino:]

I spit heat and watch all you perspire

Fuck you, my balls is twisted, I air you out like drawers in the dryer

And your wifey piece, I'm all up inside her

Yo, you's about to get burnt

Fresh out the gates of hell I brought you some fire

Hella flip flows to fifth pros off and gets hot

While Pelle' grip hoes like a pit bull's jaw when it's locked

Run for cover when them large guns clap, and wanna flat

With a slug up in your Von Dutch cap, JJP!

Ain't no beefin' with him to this beat to your chin

And have you speakin' Chinese like Jin

Get to cuttin' like Funk Flex scratchin' the classics

And leave 'em patched up, like Jeff Hamilton jackets

Once you gettin' wrapped in the rug, clapped in your mug

Spun around and left face down to drown in your blood

Joey Fazools, pop tools, handle the snub

And my wrists all nuggity like Canada Bud

Crip is weak, grips the lugar, compliments to the mafia

And I don't mean the Three 6 or Junior

Platinum scan 'till I'm set with this

I'm sorry dad, but raps my ambition, so fuck a 401K plan and benefits

Yo Sonny brought the AK man with extra clips (Yeah)

Your button make you a brave man, your meant to picks (Yeah!)

Snitch, dissin' Joe's like pitchin' in the winters

Half time, when the whistle blows it's the beginning to your end

Riches I spend, bitches I bend, you fake pimps pretend

I fuck around a friend, you fuck a Rhonda friend

And ain't nothin' your shorty wouldn't let me do

The way they use a Don Juan, the chicks don't want nothin' to do with you

Caked up like make-up, on Anna Nicole Smith grill

You holdin' out the blade and leave your mug with a fish gill

I'm what the fans need, the birds want, and the Bricks feel

They thought I was the shit then, they think I'm the shit still, Clippers