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Yukmouth - Godzilla lyrics

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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
 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 me wanna drop my chopper
 and salute
 nigga put yo glocks in the air and salute
 nigga shoot
 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
 on loot
 beat yo bad bitches in daisy dukes
 poppin they cooch
 while my fuckin name is introduced
 1,2,-1,2
 clear my throat, check the mic
 1,2 -1,2
 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
 nigga 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 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
 celeberty
 let my nigga Pac rest in peace
 quit fightin
 know that God hate ugly niggas
 quit bitin
 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.

 *(screaming)*

 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 4 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 shit!
 He's crushing!.....Oh my god!
 Godzilla's alive! Oh you got to see this shit!
 Oh
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Copyrights:

Author: Joseph "Jo Jo" Hearne

Composer: ?

Publisher: J. Prince Entertainment, Rap-A-Lot 4 Life

Details:

Released in: 2003

Language: English

Appearing on: Godzilla (2003)

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