Giraffe Pussy Lyrics - Apollo Brown

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] 

I could swim the English Channel with all these arms I got 

Fully automatic karma tryna disarm my plot 

I'm honorin' them fights to fight, just wait there 

I'm givin' out beats like the Dre pair 

I'm comin' with straps like a straightjacket 

Nah I ain't puttin' nothin' on Worldstar 

I'm creepin' on yah, keep it under your hat like sway hair 

Nickel, Razzy and Crook'll spark 

The thought that'll triple alter the book of sharks 

I told my Phantom driver 

I said "Phantom driver, take me to the opera 

Waited 'til we got there, then I shot him 

Just so we could look the part 

My bitch just sit in my bed and wait for me 

Even though all the threads' snazzy, she never wear 'em 

Your bitch a chickenhead, mines is inconspicuous 

Even on Twitter, I crack her head if she don't use an egg avi 

I've been possessed since the nature of the threat drop 

Jordan shoe of recordin', you a whore to your label, a sweatshop 

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[Hook: Xzibit] 

I feel so inspired, never kneel to a false messiah 

Gettin' higher than giraffe pussy 

Push me, nigga, I'm no liar, flatten you niggas like 4 flat tires 

Gettin' higher than giraffe pussy 

Gettin' higher than giraffe pussy 

Gettin' higher than giraffe pussy 

Gettin' higher than giraffe pussy 

[Verse 2: Ras Kass] 

I'm higher than your ascendin' messiah 

On the original Easter, supernatural creature 

I'm tryna Worldstar every mothafuckin' feature 

Kick you while you're down in the face, Sharkeisha 

Niggas is lame, playin' a knockout game 

I hope all your mothers get the same, real talk 

This is hip hop on bath salts 

I be in the streets like lanes, litter and asphalt 

Why am I such an asshole? Probably my dad's fault 

It's an Austin thing, lil' nigga 

Little rock, big cop 

Time is money, the guap is tick-tock 

Landed a [?] in the jungles, me and Rick Rock 

Hopped out and showed the Bloods respect 

Cause I love the West, plus I got love for Hex Murda 

That means I love the D, what up though? 

My Cal d'in bitch gun tote, Nickel play the snub nose 

So [?] 

I be seein' rappers out standin' in the front row 

Secondhand blunt smoke 

For my niggas in the pen playin' tunk though 

Bring 'em 85 off that 36 months though 

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[Hook: Xzibit] 

[Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] 

I can show you how real style gets spit 

Lava, underwater 

Volcanic my standard, I incinerate your blah blah 

You too green, new to this thing 

You soft niggas sweet like guava 

I like my bitches kinky, swallow nut like German lager 

Speakin' of German, I go off like V2's 

My word play is D-Day if I choose 

I'm unenthused with you phony dudes and your crews 

You Ali G in Borat 

Talk shit, I'm on your front porch like a doormat 

What you say? 

I'm SoCal, Carson City my locale 

I've been at this since niggas used to go see Cal 

You ride my dick, too many on it like a slave ship 

My penmanship's a scorpion's tail tip, poison 

Deadly, I put lead in yah, more guts the merrier 

I'ma get you suckas [?] like Hayes but never slippin' 

Slip the clip in, it's a wrap, get mummified 

Play Egyptian, Mumm-Ra, cartoon, your description 

Make you poof like Harry who? I'm no magician 

Listen, phony formats, don't fuck with none of that 

[Hook: Xzibit]