Guerilla Maab was a Houston based rap trio which consisted of rappers Z-Ro,… Read Full Bio ↴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. Their style is often compared to that of Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, mixing soulful singing with hard core street oriented lyrics. Guerilla Maab was and still is one of the hardest groups ever to come out of Houston.

Work Somethin Ft SWAB Of Ideal
Guerilla Maab Lyrics

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One time for your mind, now get this bitch crunk
Let me see you throw the deuce for your hood, if you ain't no punk
Who scared you scared, hell naw how we bucked
We be bout it bout it and rowdy, and knocking in the trunk
Creased up pieced up, sipping on a cup of drank
While these bitches popping they pussy, and twerking blowing dank
All my bitches on the flo', watch a nigga body rock
So thoed up in the game, and we leaving hoes in shock

C-Walking cross the flo', and sliding down on you hoes
(bia-bia), get your hands off of my diamonds and my gold
Throwing bows on you hoes, the Maab enough to get it hype
Steady body rocking and shocking, all through the fucking night
Let me see your tongue ring, bitch you know that's what I like
Cause there ain't nothing, but nasty little thoughts up on my mind
Wide up up in this bitch, and we fin to shut the do'
Ain't nobody leaving up out of here, till I see you hoes

[Hook x2]
Work something, twerk something don't stop
All my niggas throw the deuce up, if you representing your block
Work something, twerk something don't stop
All my bitches on the floor, watch a nigga body rock

[Swab]
You've got to, work some-thing
Third Coast, let's get it jumping
It's time to, let our nuts hang
So bitch get out the way
If you ain't talking bout working something
And twerking something, yeeah
Guerilla Maab will do you, run right through you
Like I said, get out the way
Cause all we wanna see you do is

[Hook x2]

[Trae]
Picture me coming round the corner
More fly, than boppers on choppers
That's why these niggas, gon knock us
But ain't no way they gon stop us
Guerilla Maab we put it on you, from France to California
We street made block roamers, with a gray on blue toner
On slab or foreign cars, so niggas we don't barre
And if they wanna plex, then we gon straight up bring a war
We self made millionaires, so act like you know
We slamming do's on 4's, when body rocking the road
And I'm about to explode, when a nigga starts to get hyper
Doing it everytime, walking on bops on jock and I'ma wear no get her shine
A three-wheel swang abuser, and a three time straight bruiser
Better believe I ain't no punk, you better move like Luda
I'm a Guerilla fight thug type, when I'm sliding past hoes
With a baddest bitch that's shaking her ass, and steady dropping it to the
flo'

Throwing bows on niggas, to keep this motherfucker crunk
Like ten 18's in the trunk, swanging on screwed up funk

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Guerilla Maab's song "Work Somethin" Ft SWAB Of Ideal speak to the energy and excitement of a party or club night. The first few lines urge the listener to throw up a "deuce" (symbolizing the number two), and to not be afraid to get wild and rowdy. The verses describe the scene at the party, with "creased up pieced up" dancers sipping on "a cup of drank" and women "popping they pussy" and twerking. The chorus repeatedly encourages people to "work something" and "twerk something" without stopping, no matter where they're from or what type of block they represent.

SWAB takes the second verse and further emphasizes the need to work and twerk. He tells anyone in the way to move aside and let Guerilla Maab do what they do best. Trae finishes the song with a verse that ramps up the energy and pride of the group, boasting of their success and abilities as "street made block roamers" and "self-made millionaires." The final lines describe the intensity of their partying, with "ten 18's in the trunk" and "swanging on screwed up funk."

Overall, the song celebrates the joy and excitement of a night out with friends, hitting the club, and letting loose on the dance floor. It encourages listeners to fully embrace the moment and work and twerk to their heart's content.

Line by Line Meaning

One time for your mind, now get this bitch crunk
Let's engage our minds and get this party started

Let me see you throw the deuce for your hood, if you ain't no punk
Show some pride for your locality by throwing the deuce, unless you're a coward

Who scared you scared, hell naw how we bucked
If you're afraid, then we're doubly bold and fearless

We be bout it bout it and rowdy, and knocking in the trunk
We're tough and fierce, making music that bangs harder than the bass in the trunk

Creased up pieced up, sipping on a cup of drank
Wearing our fresh clothes while enjoying our drinks

While these bitches popping they pussy, and twerking blowing dank
The girls are dancing provocatively and smoking weed

All my bitches on the flo', watch a nigga body rock
All the ladies are on the floor, watching me dance and move

So thoed up in the game, and we leaving hoes in shock
We're too good at this game, leaving our competitors in disbelief

C-Walking cross the flo', and sliding down on you hoes
We're stepping and sliding across the floor, showing off our moves to the ladies

(bia-bia), get your hands off of my diamonds and my gold
Don't even try to steal my precious jewelry

Throwing bows on you hoes, the Maab enough to get it hype
We'll throw punches if we have to, spreading hype as we do it

Steady body rocking and shocking, all through the fucking night
We're dynamically moving and thrilling the people all night long

Let me see your tongue ring, bitch you know that's what I like
Show me your tongue piercing, it's something that I find attractive

Cause there ain't nothing, but nasty little thoughts up on my mind
My mind is occupied with sexual thoughts and desires

Wide up up in this bitch, and we fin to shut the do'
We're pumped up and ready to close the party

Ain't nobody leaving up out of here, till I see you hoes
Nobody's allowed to leave without my approval first

You've got to, work some-thing
You must put in effort to make something happen

Third Coast, let's get it jumping
Let's make this Third Coast region exciting and energetic

It's time to, let our nuts hang
It's time to show off our confidence and masculinity

So bitch get out the way
Move aside or get pushed aside

If you ain't talking bout working something
If you're not talking about putting in effort in something productive

And twerking something, yeeah
And dancing provocatively

Guerilla Maab will do you, run right through you
Guerilla Maab will overpower and beat you easily

Like I said, get out the way
As previously mentioned, move aside or get pushed aside

Cause all we wanna see you do is work something, twerk something don't stop
All we care about is seeing you put in effort and dance non-stop

Picture me coming round the corner
Imagine me appearing out of nowhere

More fly, than boppers on choppers
Looking cooler than people riding motorbikes

That's why these niggas, gon knock us
That's why these envious men will try to harm us

But ain't no way they gon stop us
But there's no chance of them halting our progress

Guerilla Maab we put it on you, from France to California
Guerilla Maab has captivated listeners worldwide, from France to California

We street made block roamers, with a gray on blue toner
We're street-smart and move around the block, using a gray-blue color scheme

On slab or foreign cars, so niggas we don't barre
We drive domestic or foreign cars, refusing to settle for less

And if they wanna plex, then we gon straight up bring a war
And if someone wants to challenge us, we'll fight and cause violence

We self made millionaires, so act like you know
We've become millionaires on our own, so respect us accordingly

We slamming do's on 4's, when body rocking the road
We're shutting car doors aggressively while cruising, jamming to the music

And I'm about to explode, when a nigga starts to get hyper
I'm about to break out and go wild when someone becomes overly excited

Doing it everytime, walking on bops on jock and I'ma wear no get her shine
We're doing our best all the time, strutting confidently without caring for others

A three-wheel swang abuser, and a three time straight bruiser
We're skilled at turning and cruising in three-wheel cars, while also being able to fight well

Better believe I ain't no punk, you better move like Luda
Don't mistake me for a coward, because I'll act like Ludacris and fight back

I'm a Guerilla fight thug type, when I'm sliding past hoes
I'm a fearless member of Guerilla Maab, passing by ladies with confidence

With a baddest bitch that's shaking her ass, and steady dropping it to the flo'
I'm with the most attractive lady, who's dancing seductively and impressively

Throwing bows on niggas, to keep this motherfucker crunk
We'll throw punches at men to keep the party exciting and lively

Like ten 18's in the trunk, swanging on screwed up funk
Our music is loud and powerful, shaking the car's trunk, while also having a southern Hip-Hop style

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