GODFATHER DON

GODFATHER DON - Dip Dip Die!!! lyrics

rate me

Yeah...it's time to get ill and suerve...lets get down...get deep in

these Brooklyn streets...Kna meen?...let's do this...It's time to throw

on our cleets and get filthy....tell you 'bout some shit...

[Verse 1:]

Dangerous curves for Brasco to suerve

shit gets hot in Bushwick suburbs

I heard Maria told Marisol

"Baby, daddy balls, Poppi had these draws

soakin", my strokin' got them open

thats why Hector's motions I be scopin'

he hates that I play Lat's like the eight track

"Black Mothafucka, pluckin' my baby's Mother"

sucka, his crazy brother don't want no part of this

one block on Knickerbock will get burned by arsonists

Mommi likes me, she say so

Viejo gave me his blessin', and not just him

your Men gave me props like cops thats corrupt

laced 'em all with trucks, what the fuck

I suck, thats your opinion

my dominion offends men like anorexics in Fin-Fin

tin men seein' their endin' is madness

I'd rather kick hits instead of kickin' they asses.

[Chorus]

Dip dip I so-socialize

to clean out the safe and open up her thighs

[Repeat once]

[Verse 2:]

Bitches with cash is the best to have

'cause they won't clash with niggas to arrest your ass

I keep one eye open like a sailor

watchin' these kids so I don't feel a failure

you heard Mahalia's voice, here's the choice

Black suits and gospel or cop the Royce

I got her moist thinkin' of the heated cars

treats at bars with stars, Mamasita's large

you can get that if you just sit back and think

why's there sex tapes and coke in the sink?

ropes filled with links, ice like Alaska

would you trade that for smacks of wet plaster?

I know you need to eat, need to creep

get money baby, just keep it discreet

stress me in the streets, so I look insane

have these cats chantin' my name on the train

I aim for the platinum plaques

nowadays you gotta pack them gats

it's like that, right back at ya to splat ya, capture the moment

sounds twisted don't it?

I'm on my own shit.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]

They wanna go there like the old pair

end up weighin' about 8 pounds with no hair

yeah, you show fear so here's half a hundred

give me a double take then act fronted

just be back, don't act in the Ac

niggas love to jack all my stacks from rap

the temptation you facin's erasin' the situation

don't lace them just waste them

if I wake and you ain't beside me

I see two other Mommies who love Versace

love to pop Cris', love to cop V's

love to knock knees above the Roxy

in Biloxy, hidden reports, exotic resorts

you missed this

look for a postcard on Christmas

snap shots with fat knots and chicas

black drops with backdrops of P.R.

Visa gold, three live hoes in the truck

about two bucks, thick muts for quick nuts

it's just me, the same MC from ultra

droppin' the roots of culture for you vultures.

[Chorus x6]

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