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Guerilla Maab was a Houston based rap trio which consisted of rappers Z-Ro, his cousin Trae, and his brother Dougie D. They have released 3 studio albums Rise (1999),Resurrection (2002), & Year of the Underdawgs (2003)(all of which have been released as a Screwed and Chopped version). The group disbanded due to internal conflicts regarding financial issues and solo careers. Songs from Guerilla Maab Resurrected by Beltway 8, Dougie D. Free download and listen Guerilla Maab Resurrected. Guerilla Maab Resurrected. Artists: Beltway 8. Dougie D. Guerilla Maab. Lil B. Russell Lee. Tony Montana. Style: rap. Album year: 2012. Tracks count: 28. Views: 4. Z-RO, Beltway 8 - It's Gonna Get Better (Slowed & Chopped) 03:11. Z-RO, Guerilla Maab - Time Rolls By 03:54. Z-RO, Guerilla Maab - Stay Away From Me 04:53. The best album by Guerilla Maab is Rise which is ranked number 14,564 in the overall greatest album chart with a total rank score of 91. 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[Dougie D] Finally ain't no mo' jacking and robbing, or selling dope out on the corners We can live how we wanna live, and blow big marijuana Maabin' till I die, all of the streets bitch can you feel me Yeah I'ma do the damn thang, trunk knocking hole can you hear me I'm a Southside G, steady flipping and flossing the L-T-B D-O to the U to the G-I-E, nothing but a G baby that's all that I can be. I can only be me, if it ain't platinum it must be gold, dollas gon shine Twinkle and glow, so shit we must expose Chopping the game up on you hoes, that is the way for toll And I'ma keep shining and grinding, always on you hoes Motherf*ckers be loving how cool I be, boy don't get it twisted Cause a nigga won't hesitate to pull the infrared beam out his ?pentos scene? This is on all my G's, we gon continue to mash Stacking our cash forever, because we. [Trae] Still in to win I'ma hold it down, I got a AK that'll make em move around Like a track star ducking low, hopping high rolling on the flo' You bumping gums steady talking down, on nigga what you know about us And what you know about the 17 shot, cocked back that I'm fin to bust I'm a Southsider screen shiner, with a remote in the seat recliner Blue over gray in a Pathfinder, tinted up on the block grinder Block bleeder, trunk waver, DVD and a PC playa Pimping the pin and a mic breaker, cross skater hollin' at you later Slab shaking out the renegader, body rocking on the equator Like Al Kapone I'm living thoed, in a dream home with a elevator Guerilla nigga fin to come and get you, take you out the picture like a X friend For the divedends you f*cked up, cause Guerilla Maab clicked up again Like the Wu-Tang, you better respect our name we all real And if you wasn't killed on another page, we still be wrecking your grill Feel that and get back, on my block we kill the chit-chat Doing out thang then go to sit back, I know they toll y'all we could do that. Guerilla Pimpin' Lyrics. (Hook 2x) We guerilla pimping, this is how we do it you feel me We flipping in Expeditions, and hustling for position To go out and get it, now that we here wait a minute Everybody get crunk, for this money then if you feel it. (Trae) From the North to the South, we gotta kill all the plexers We riding reckless in Texas, bo'guarding the block intersection We in the club body rocking and shocking, it go down Playa made to the fullest, starched up with diamonds that's gon blind When they shine, all my thug niggaz where you at you better represent Go on and throw your set up throw the deuce out the roof, ride behind tint On the cool, better cuff up your bitch when the Maab come through Steady turning your hoe's head, when I pass through draped up in FUBU. (Dougie D) Everybody put your hands up, we came to party party Crack the top up off of the Hennessy, and the Bacardi Ladies get naughty naughty, shake what you got Fellas out in the parking lot, let's make the trunks pop Like the Big Tymers get your roll on, it don't matter What you floss, turn it up when you hear this song Good god damn, the barbecue is sho smelling good See that's what I'm talking bout right there, hold up nigga what. (Dougie D) Part two just when you thought it was over, hell naw After hours keeping it crunk, is the way us playas ball Leave you wishing on a star, you keep on Cause f*cking around with a playa, Dougie D'll sweep em And don't be tripping with that plex, because we bringing it back And ain't no love or kissing and hugging, there ain't no strings attached I'm just a G this how we do, someone refill my cup And anybody with a lot of blaze, let's spliff on up. (Trae) And as I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trophy truck. I'm peeping all the fine hoes, trying to see if they work with something Bitches try to be impressive with they high heels, and they Gucci cutters While I'm fin to take me two hoes home, and then commits to f*cking That's self explanatory, this evident that it's going down I wear my mouthpiece everyday all day, I gots to get mine Say we ain't tripping or plexing, baby we having fun So come and ride and slide with a playa, the game has just begun We made niggaz. Everybody let's get wired up, it goes down Let me see you shocking and rocking, and moving side to side Everybody let's get wired up, it goes down Everybody came here to party, let's have a good time (2x) (Trae) You see we balling outta control, and we on top of thangs Said nigga don't hate, cause these boppers steady yelling my name You see I'm tatted up and I'm taylor made, they love this stuff But you can keep that bopping bitch, cause she ain't getting no love I'd rather be flipping on the wood grain, until the break of day When I'm thoed off they by my side, ready to ball and parlay And fin to get hauled off to my crib, that's how it go Better recognize the real, cause we steady guerilla pimping hoes, 3D-2.