damn. 7 Jahre isses her. dieser Channel hat meinen Musikgeschmack wirklich nachhaltig geprägt. jetzt random wieder drauf gestossen. Danke für die Nostalgie 🫶🏼
Cockiness, my first name Conceited, that’s my birth name Stand on my own feet and use my penis as my third leg The meanest nigga per se She fiendin' from the first date I wanna put my name on it, it's not even my birthday Tell Ri Ri I go re-retarded On a remix, had to re-record it On a CD, DVD, MP3, and TV, see me for it I go cuckoo for your coucou Your flying fish is my favorite dish Won't hear crickets when I crick it Hit it, play games like soccer when we kick it Get it? Then it's like- Pretty motherfucker with the Mossberg Jiggy motherfucker at my concerts I'm wearin' fox furs, rockin' Oxfords Eatin' oxtails, sippin' Cockspur Silly motherfuckers lookin' awkward So much dick ridin' that my cock hurts Pause, runnin' clockwork So you pop work, and we got work Um, I got work, um, uh- we got work And we got work, hand it off Let 'em die, Anna Rose Big guy, that's Santa Claus Big body, that Phantom Rolls Too hot, nigga, fan him off 2Pac, bandana on, bandana off Standin' off, if Flacko out leave ya man at home, bitch
[Verse 1: Godfather Don] Intense experiments provide intricate answers Why I attack weakness like hip cancers I sip 'Lantas to drink the pain away quicker My game stays slicker than all you gay trickers I spray niggas like paint and ain’t illing For the killing, I pack clips that spit in the millions Fulfilling your needs like 1-900 numbers Pretty when I talk shitty, now did he wonder? Am I the true and living? No clues are given. Crews Are getting waxed like wood floors and they be slipping Ripping up mics like your ho on PMS, there’s No reasoning for the treason and all the stress The bleeding of the flesh is imperial for the serial Killer iller than David Koresh. Waited The best out, I’m nocturnal, I get ya Like sweat, I’ll wet ya and left you like a specter Just a trace of arsenic and old lace The coroner can’t replace the holes in your fucking face Chasing dreams like them kids from California I’ma warn ya: I’m up on ya You might also like Do My Thing Godfather Don Work Rihanna Frontin’ Ass Ducks Godfather Don [Hook: Godfather Don] (x2) I’m in the mood to make moves and gain status So let’s see which emcees be the baddest I’m in the mood to get cash without the rocks So let’s see all real G’s who don’t stop [Verse 2: Godfather Don] Peace to my nigs upon bids. I warn kids Of my addiction to exterminate your fiction Beherits inherit slugs when the ash of rhymes Bashed upon the fist the gods like the wrath of Don You’re nervous ‘cause my word hits, you’re in a cata- -tonic, my raps are pondered like Percenters up in it So when I follow the sinner, smoke beginners The winter of your discontent’s where I meant to send ya The ends accumulate like kids in Papa Doc I drop a lot like diuretics to rock your knot, I embed it The subliminal from the criminal militia Remove heads for the love of Jesus de Christo The list of comp’ that got torched spans the ages In my third life, I blazed and laid shame to sages You don’t know me, I’m faceless, so take this And puff one time for your mind and find traces Of bodies battered and bruised, so cruise through the brew Bloodshed and carnage results, so when I’m in the mood… [Hook: Godfather Don] (x2) I’m in the mood to make moves and gain status So let’s see which emcees be the baddest I’m in the mood to get cash without the rocks So let’s see all real G’s who don’t stop [Verse 3: Godfather Don] You got the mark, I Triple-Six, so I hit you quick My script’ll rip any shit that your clip’ll flip My lips’ll spit blades that cut, graze, and hurt no-names Plain, insane, liable to go out like Kurt Cobain I’ll lurk where shows playing, never show pain. Beneath the remains I often see stains from games using propane From putting fire under rappers’ asses, the master Passes all herbs and nerds, I smash your glasses Lethal intent from beefs, you’ve then since been deaded Buried from the flurries of hot lead that was embedded In swines’ noses. Fuck the days of wine and roses Used to be my man, but check the threat my nine poses My mind’s arose as I suppose it’s just the pressure From hit squads gunning to get bods. Running, your shit’s hard In the jungle of concrete, the Don peeps weak dreams And break ‘em like pee streams-that’s my street scene Mad depression got my dreads swarming the concession spot You’re dead on ‘em. Now here’s the warning: [Hook: Godfather Don] (x2) I’m in the mood to make moves and gain status So let’s see which emcees be the baddest I’m in the mood to get cash without the rocks So let’s see all real G’s who don’t stop Thank me later :D
