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Mafioso
feat. Young Dru) [Mac Dre Talkin] Ugh Wha wha What is it Yeah Yadidaholla Do you know whadddiholla (do you know what I holla?) Yeah, the itty bitty city by the water Thats steady gettin taller Vallejo You Ho You just don't understand Check it out though [Mac Dre] Sippin' Martinis eatin scampi and linguini Makin' Blunts disappear Like I'm Houdini Layed up with Asians that know tongue fu Gettin blew when I got the call from Young Dru He was speakin thizzlamic But I can understand it He said "Al Boo Boo the eagle has landed" My reply...pronto...cousin Execute stage two put the turkey in the oven For those who don't know that means he got the blow And it's time to turn the blow in to more dough Sell him high bomb low let 'em fly let 'em go Birdies of the snow straight from valley jo Who got it?? Nigga Dru got it And if you hit him on the hip He'll make sure that you got it Me and my team We tryna win And we keep it mafiso You hear the violens (godfather tune by mac dre) [Young Dru] I'm the yay boy, the play boy, from the bay boy Where I stay boy, we don't be puffin' no hay boy Where my son head lay boy I protect with the K boy Run in my home and get sprayed boy Young Dru and mac dre boy The yay don't play boy I'm a made boy highly connected spit flame boy I'm a payed boy ??? ??? all day boy Never changed, I'm the same, so fuck what you say boy I'm not afraid boy Take it from wax to gun play boy Run away boy Shakin the blades and gay boys Movin' bricks boy Choppin' down kicks to picks boy Weighin' zips boy Takin' the trips for chips boy Coppin' whips boy Floss cross by chicks boy Makin' hits boy Fuck with the mob and get split boy Loaded and lit boy Dre and Dru is the shit boy From a fix to a bitch We tryna get rich boy (godfather tune by mac dre) [Mac Dre] I'm in my sneaks with freaks on the beach was shallow Bossed up drinkin Ernest and Julio Gallo (wine) I got my rallo?? My butterfly knife I'm nothin nice I cut a guy twice All of my life I followed the path Of D Boy B Boy half cash live loud Got game like Bob Costa Got dread like Rasta Eatin' seafood sauce Poored over pastas You imposters get tried for treason To the nation of Thizzlam Is my legiance Write a grievance File a complaint Tell 'em Dre doin things that them otha guys can't Burnin' rubber all day Drivin' wreckless I cut a man throat give a man a bloody necklace Cuttee, they respect us cuz they have to My niggaz mafioso You prepared they'll wack you |