[Intro: Pimp the Chimp]
Yeah…
GFK…
Golden Fang Klan forever.
You see that gold flashin’?
That ain’t jewelry…
That’s war paint, baby.
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[Verse 1]
I came from the trees, now I’m runnin’ the block,
With a gold-plated grill and a wrist full of rocks.
Used to bang on the cage, now I bang with a Glock,
Banana clip loaded, this beat gon’ knock.
Born in the jungle, but I moved to the trap,
Now it’s concrete thrones, and I still don’t nap.
Barrel full of bullets, get clapped if you yap,
And I still walk hunched with that alpha-ape swag.
No tail, just heat, and a brain full of rage,
Got a crew full of beasts, we ain’t never been tamed.
From the vines to the chains, I evolved in pain,
Now I speak in bars and I move like Cain.
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[Chorus]
Pimp talk—gold chain thick, no tail swingin’,
Fur clean, crew deep, and the swag still stingin’.
GFK, we the clan, better never forget,
Banana clips spray when the moon gets lit.
(“Oo oo ah ah” – that’s your final breath)
Pimp the Chimp in the flesh—gold fangs, no vest.
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[Verse 2]
Came up from the mud with a growl and a plan,
Now I’m suited in silk with a gold-tipped hand.
Make a monkey outta men when they test this clan,
And my shooters hang low from the ceiling fan.
Velvet on my throne made of bones and teeth,
I got tigers runnin’ errands and snakes on the leash.
King of the wild, but I feast in the east,
Drop a verse so cold, make the heat police.
They call me P.I.M.P., that’s
Primates In Money & Power, see?
All my opps extinct like the dodo be,
And I still throw hands like it’s old TV.
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[Bridge – GFK Soldiers Chantin’]
“Golden Fangs bite! Golden Fangs bite!”
“We ride through the dark, bring the jungle to light!”
“Golden Fangs snap! Golden Fangs snap!”
“Bow down to the king with the gold-tinted strap!”
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[Verse 3: Pimp the Chimp]
Banana peel slides on my wrist like gloss,
You can tell who the boss is when I step across.
I don’t dance, I don’t smile, I just floss my loss,
Every enemy I buried had to pay that cost.
Zoo tried to cage me—ended up runnin’ it,
Now I run deals from the perch of the mothership.
Enemies whisper, but nobody touchin’ it,
GFK gold, and my name got thunder in it.
Make ‘em freeze with a stare and a finger twitch,
Got gorillas with cigars in Armani fits.
It’s Pimp the Chimp, I was born to flip,
Now I sit on the throne with the gold banana grip.
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[Final Chorus]
Pimp talk—gold chain thick, no tail swingin’,
Fur clean, crew deep, and the swag still stingin’.
GFK, we the clan, better never forget,
Banana clips spray when the moon gets lit.
(“Oo oo ah ah” – that’s your final breath)
Pimp the Chimp in the flesh—gold fangs, no vest.
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[Outro: Pimp the Chimp]
Golden Fang Klan don’t blink…
We bite.
Pimp out.
IceMan5484
