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Title:
Gripper The Pitbull (The Approach) Artist: Blade Label: 691 Influential Year: 1993 Album: The Lion Goes From Strength To Strength Cat #: Blade 1207 |
Last Modified:
13th April 2004 Transcribed by: Flat 4 Contact: flat4@ukhh.com Artist Discography |
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Blade: When I say Gripper the pitbull I'm talkin' about the approach Instead of comin' on smooth I crush you like a roach And get straight back to the South where I belong And at the top of the hill they all sing the song Gripper the pitbull is the anthem in the area People are gettin' wearier, times are gettin' scarier So many know what it's like so they're all grabbin' a piece of the Cake, They're a fake, they're a fake They wanna copy the original but they can't And they never will because they got no rhymin' skill Gripper the pitbull, Gripper the pitbull's out to getcha, getcha This is no lecture, someone's got to setcha, setcha Straight it's not a joke you numbskull Wise up or get cracked or get cracked you dumbskull (1 2 3,3 2 1) Hamburgers kind of nice now put the pickles in the bun Run and don't forget to take your jeri curl witcha Seein' a duck get beat, now that's a picture Some kind of mc, you hypocrite, what's up witcha Now realize that not a soul wants to rock witcha You're through, you had it, because you never had it We got to drop you like we drop a bad habit Make you say (what), make you say (when) Make you say (why), and then I come back again No strings attached, your bag is snatched Don't go countin' your eggs before they hatch You duck, you chicken boy, you sheep, you're just a toy You're gettin' paranoid, so many lives destroyed You need to get a clearer picture of what's goin' on So many amateurs are ripped apart and torn To bits and pieces, I grab you like I got myself a lock jaw Somethin' like a pitbull terrier Like Gripper the pitbull. Get set, here I go once again Back to fundamentals as I voice the instrumentals Fuses blown, minds are blown, full grown Like the dog you don't ever wanna play with I'm a swinger, livin' at the top of the hill Stand still, be ready for the new skill None can handle, so you got to be cautious It ain't good to see him get ferocious Soft and smooth ain't the style of the crazy one Without a muzzle on my face 'cause it ain't fun Know what I mean, you don't know what it's like havin' him as a pet But you ain't seen nothin' yet Gripper this, Gripper that, Gripper gettin' this and that Gripper gettin' fat, chasin' the quick cat With a style of my own I ain't losin’ And in my neighbourhood forever I'm cruisin' Takin' no shit from the other man, Takin' no shit from the other man, hell with the other man I tried the steady approach but they jerked me Underpayed me and overworked me So now I'm comin' like an animal And I ain't givin' a damn, here I am, here I am Somethin' like a pitbull terrier yeah Gripper the pitbull, Gripper the pitbull. (repeat to finish). {3rd June 1992) | |||
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