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godzilla (1999) - yukmouth lyrics

you n*ggas juss created a monsta, f*ck 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
with 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 want to save yo’ daughter n*gga, give up the info
and throw that plasticy m*th*f*cka out my limo
with three up in his temple the land where n*ggas pimp hoes
big, i do this for the streets of san fransisco on down to south central
my speech too hard on the instrumental will get yo club shot up
drugs get rocked up, hustalas settin’ shop up
runnin’ from coppas and helicopters
pourin’ out vodka for all my dead potnas
and make mе want to drop my chopper and salute
n*gga put yo’ glocks in the air and salutе, n*gga shoot
only my first three times, n*gga recoup, y’all n*ggas be bloops
no, publishin’ givin’ the loot to your executive produce
sellin’ bubble lex coupes on loot
beat yo’ bad b*tches in daisy dukes, poppin’ they cooch
while my f*ckin’ name is introduced, one, two, one, two
clear my throat, check the mic, one, two, one, two
how many m*th*f*ckas want to smoke? what ‘cha want do?
i throw a tree full blunt into the crowd
sn*tch a pile of money, probably a thousand, throw it in the crowd
n*gga now, 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 n*ggas who snitched like sammy “the bulldog”
a final, or donny brasco body found in the barrio
with quattro, cinco hallows up in pablo
a tommyano k!lla, but never sh*t across the mobb though
keep yo’ mouth closed, we hold the f*ckin’ code of silence
just 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
n*ggas think it’s real, but chill, it’s only a cassette
yes, gangsta sh*t to the fullest
hollow tip bullets through yo chest
had to dismiss a lot of fake n*ggas, just to make scrilla
the industry be tryin to rape n*ggas, but i’m a straight k!lla
white as f*ck like grade a gorilla
the mobb n*ggas used rob n*ggas fo’, hagan das n*gga
keep a bribe with her, half a chicken up in a ride n*gga
f*ck y’all n*ggas, i come stompin’ to eat ’em up like godzilla
short stoppin’ my scrilla, n*gga my cheddar cheese
celeberty, let my n*gga pac rest in peace
quit fightin’
know that god hate ugly n*ggas, quit bitin’
so, i shoot you in yo face buddy, what you want to do? i got crew
k!llas from the midwest to new jerus, on down to baton rouge
n*ggas bangin’ screws, the m*o*you crucifixates
if you’se a trick hate, go home and ask yo’ b*tch how my d*ck taste
(how my d*ck taste) n*gga, m*o*you crucifixates
if you’s a trick hate, ask yo’ b*tch how my d*ck taste
aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!
oh no! oh no! he’s alive! godzilla’s alive! godzilla’s alive!
oh no! you’ve gotta see it!
this is john jerry, this is john jerry reporting from channel four news!
you gotta see this! call the president! godzilla’s alive!
call the president! tell the president to call the navy seals!
he’s here, he’s steppin’ on sh*t! he’s crushing! oh my god!
godzilla’s alive! oh you got to see this sh*t!

- yukmouth lyrics

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