Yukmouth Godzilla Lyrics
Last updated: 08/08/2003 11:41:47 PM
You niggas juss created a monsta
fuck a Tampa I smoke ganja
up in the Bahamas racin Yamaha jet skis
money launderin like "Casa Blanca"
luminate the concert
aimin missile launchers
he's crazy comet
mentally disturbed Karma
wit all drama
I put that on my mama
I'm down to hog tie my playa potna
don't make me spray ya potna
if you wanna save yo daughter nigga, give up the info
and throw that plasticy mutha fucka out my limo
wit three up in his temple
the land where niggas pimp hoes big
I do this for the streets of
San Fransisco on down to South Central
too hard on the instrumental will get yo club shot up
drugs get rocked up
hustalas settin shop up
runnin from coppas
pourin out Vodka
for all my dead potnas
and make me wanna drop my chopper
nigga put yo glocks in the air and salute
only my first three times, nigga recoup
ya'll niggas be bloops
no, publishin givin the loot
to your executive produce
sellin bubble Lex coupes
beat yo bad bitches in daisy dukes
poppin they cooch
while my fuckin name is introduced
clear my throat, check the mic
How many mutha fuckas wanna smoke?
Whatcha want do?
I throw a tree full blunt into the crowd
snatch a pile of money
probably a thousand
throw it in the crowd
Big Poppa style
while I used to be on Section 8
now it's shrimp and lobster now
and livin like a Mobbsta now
an niggas who snitched like Sammy "The Bulldog"
a final, or Donny Brasco body found in the barrio
wit quatro, cinco hallows
up in Pablo
a Tommyano killa
but never shit across the Mobb though
keep yo mouth closed
we hold the fuckin code of silence
juss give me great beats and violins
my flow is violent
cold as tyrannts
hearin the po-po sirens
live an direct, while you slide yo Vet
niggas think it's real, but chill, it's only a cassette
yes, gangsta shit to the fullest
hollow tip bullets through yo chest
had to dismiss a lot of fake niggas
juss to make scrilla
the industry be tryin to rape niggas
but I'm a straight killa
white as fuck like grade A gorilla
the Mobb niggas used rob niggas fo, Hagan Das nigga
keep a bribe wit her
half a chicken up in a ride nigga
fuck ya'll niggas
I come stompin to eat 'em up like Godzilla
short stoppin my scrilla, nigga my cheddar cheese
let my nigga Pac rest in peace
know that God hate ugly niggas
so I shoot you in yo face buddy
What you wanna do?
I got crew
killas from the midwest
to New Jerus, on down to Baton Rouge
niggas bangin screws
the M-O-U crucifixates
if you'se a trick hate
go home and ask yo bitch how my dick taste.
(How my dick taste)
Nigga, M-O-U crucifixates
if you'se a trick hate
ask yo bitch how my dick taste.
Oh no! You've gotta see it!
This is John Jerry, this is John Jerry reporting from channel 4 news!
You gotta see this!
Call the president!
Call the president! Tell the president to call the Navy Seals!
He's here, he's steppin on shit!
He's crushing!.....Oh my god!
Godzilla's alive! Oh you got to see this shit!
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