lirik lagu godfather don - on and on
[verse: godfather don]
i’m here to drop the bomb on the faker
the residuals take a [?] to bake a swine who made a
mistake, by stealin’ styles started by the spark
call my djs peter parker, he agrees and i’m the marker
on the mat that attracted a cat who thought he was cool, but
i pity the fool who try to rule us, you silly [?]~b~tt
you made yourself look really stupid
because i used to [?] my homie cupid
i brought us together, but whether or not it was about the format
just all that i could be trampled on like a doormat
cool, ‘causе i don’t get upset
i just collect thе rest my check, then jet
but you could believe the next time i hear you singin’ the weak sh~t
the 9’s gonna go up in your face and break the pieces
i think you’re in the business just to jerk
’cause you rap like paper, and producin’ is hard work
you buy a [?], think you got me?
you’ll suffer the fate of gaddafi, now go back to [?]
summarizing up the rap history, but missing me
that’s a diss to me, ’cause nancy drew goes, “there’s a mystery”
you’re soft like cheap toilet paper, drinks
no wonder sh~t you’re pickin’ up stinks!
you’re showin’ me how fickle a thing that style is
you change your sh~t up every album just like a stylist
and that’s the basic reason why the sh~t is bugged
the only [?] you could be is harry mudd
the style that i’m kickin’s universal
it only took two minutes of rehearsal
but memorization merely means the mind’s made a mental
picture, now i d~cked ya, because i lent ya
the itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, yellow [?] bopper~teeny
but i own the instrumental
[chorus]
i’m goin’ (on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the)
(on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the) i’m goin’
(on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the)
(on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the) check the flame on this one, yo
[verse: godfather don]
i’m shining bright like neon, whenever you see me bein’
the receiver and if i kickoff then, then i’ma be on
ya face like a base, it ’cause your soul like a diamond
eight~ball, and that ain’t all, y’all
i call to the stand [?] the man [?]
dressed in polo [?], now you been sleepin’
on a pillow, willow, you’re weak and soft [?]
to clean up the mess you made i need brillo
and you still go ’round spreadin’ rumors, it’s growin’
like a tumor, and all you can say is, “don, have some humor!”
listen, don’t play me, do i look like turbografx?
am i swung like a racket, do i joke like buddy hackett?
the rap is a bimmer and you’re screamin’ through my window
whichever way the wind blows, that’s the place the [?] goes
straight up your ~n~s, the plans that you stand on
beefin’ at your [?], you think you got your hands on
my nuts, but so what? at least i didn’t kiss up
full production, ’cause of construction, you ain’t nothin’!
i’m rushin’ like dressing with the lesson
comes the flavor, the only flavor i ever gave her was the paper
with the seven digits, but for you? she switched it!
saw your ugly mug and she wasn’t wit’ it
i have knowledge of self, but i’m not a 5~percenter
i used to chill at the center with mind, thought, i went to
the movie, so when al pacino went cruisin’
i was on bushwick ave usin’
my brain to remain the same, the name of the game is survival
until i read the bible, i didn’t have no rivals
i used to l~st for the bust, and i woulda been down with dust
but thanks to mom i put my trust in the
being who was seeing the inner demon fiending
now i blew the whistle and you’re screamin’
gimme that back, the word, the verbs you heard, the nerve
you’ve got the urge to regurgi~
~tate, and feed it to the ones who known to up me
point blank, the sh~t you’re pulling’s lovely
you a [?], until you find a style that suits ya
i’ll give you next single, then i boot ya!
[chorus]
i’m goin’ (on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the)
(on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the) yeah, i’m goin’
(on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the)
(on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the) yeah, i’m goin’
(on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the)
(on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the) you know i got it
(on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the)
(on and on) check this (back trackin’ the whack, explain the)
[verse: godfather don]
i like to kick lingo, but only when i sing those
songs with the hook, george, paul, and ringo
and john ~ hol’ up, that’s my favorite beatle!
always was a rebel, some thought he was evil
i like to spend time hittin’ coochie
after i fl!cked, honey dipped like some loose leaf
she asked me, “how was it?” yo, i didn’t answer
because if i replied, i’d catch a whiff of cancer
and cancer is something i can do without
she lit a cigarette, but i’ll [?] ’cause i threw it out
the window, [?] tellin’ dumb ones
and since we’re droppin’ science, they won’t grow up dumb dumbs
like a bullet, pull it, ’cause a brother got [?]
it’s against the real [?]
and what, doc? it’s just not a lot of [?]
it takes true heart to start sellin’ like hot cakes
and be milky, don’t forget the syrup
i even got your mother ridin’ my jock like a stirrup
playin’ horsey~horsey, ’cause she was bossy
i used the 3~ply so she wouldn’t cry, because
she be l!ckin’ her chops ’cause she ain’t right, hops!
the b~tch jumpin’ around like she got the chicken pox
so i told her, “see ya, sleazy! eat your food greasy and your [?]’ll get easy”
[chorus]
i’m goin’ (on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the)
(on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the) yeah, i’m goin’
(on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the)
(on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the)
(on and on, back trackin’ the whack, explain the)
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