Testi:
Guerilla Maab Year Of The Underdawgs

it to you But you know I take it back, once I dig it in you [Hook: Z-Ro] [Trae] What it do baby girl, I know you know about the Guerilla Maab type

] I'm taking it to another level, talking down on Trae You must don't know about the way, these young niggas don't play I'm a Guerilla Maab gladiator,

I'm a time bomb Fucking up your eyesight, with a red light Light enough to light, fin to make These niggas, get the shit right I'm a Guerilla Maab soldier

and shit Candy dripping still sipping, shining bright like a star In the big body Benz, dranking straight out the jar A H-Town hot boy, represent for the Maab

shit, playboy best not Guerillas ready to mob, and they will bust shots I'm a certified nigga, nationwide nigga Smooth and laid back, like some Moonshine liquor Walks in Guerilla Maab

lot we dropped up, on buttons we cocked up Creased out and we rocked, for hatas we glocked up If your bopper mouth open, fa sho they get stopped up Guerilla Maab

corners, and the turning lane Just realize, and stop fighting the pencil Cause I pimp a pen, or a pencil Its about time, that your ass gon recognize Guerilla Maab

I stay for One nation, under the groove Getting down with the funk, by packing a tool Like a nigga in the trunk, when I'm jamming the Screw Guerilla Maab

up the block With the trunk on knock, body rock when I'm in my drop For the 2K2 I just can't stop, a nigga don't wanna see us on Guerilla Maab representing