Chris Webby - Don Corleone (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Chris Webby - Don Corleone (en) Lyrics
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Kids today, ain't got no respect
for this thing of ours
Bunch of fucking jackals
out on the streets now
And let me tell you somethin'
They ain't got no idea what
it's like to be the boss
The honour and brotherhood
of La Cosa Nostra
You'll see, to all these
motherfuckers:
Better pay me that respect
call me Don Vito
Corleone patriarch icecold steelo
Knock it out the park like
the great Bambino
Bringing in the bread like
I had never heard of Keto
So you better check your ego,
you ain't no Pacino
Fuck around and end up just
like Pesci in Casino
Never worried when I see
an enemy like Nemo
Even my marine biology bars are primo
I got roots in Avellino
shoutout to my Poppy
Italian royalty blood running
through my body
Studyin' Gigante, some
Gotti, Tommy Karate
Albert Anastasia, murder's
a fucking hobby
I serve 'em up with salami
and clams on the linguine
Boss of the family, James Gandolfini
And everybody eating 'round
me, never greedy
So salute me when you
motherfucking see me
Running shit so easy Webby
got the game plan
How to make a buck up in the
mu'fucking wasteland
Started from the bottom but trust
me I'm still the same fam
Only difference now- I'm
a mo'fucking made man
Better pay me that respect
Don Corleone
Built an empire and I did it on my own
I ain't worried 'bout they
shit, my shits known
Feet up on the throne and
I made it my home
So pay me that respect Don Corleone
Only talking bullshit you
can hear it in my tone
I ain't worried 'bout they
shit my shits known
Feet up on the throne Don Corleone
(ay) Eating prosciutto
in a three piece suit
With capos all across the state,
those my CT troops
Get that product that we peddle
when I leave the booth
And then we push it on the streets,
now my CD's looped
All across the damn map with
my grip on the throttle
Anybody with the crown's getting
Paul Castellano'd
I'm Joseph Bonnano, don't
fuck with Sammy Gravanos
Drinking Montepulciano
by the fucking bottle
With a stogie OG, gravy on my gnocchi
Keep my mouth shut yeah
my biz' stay lowkey
All the snakes 'round got
me feelin' like Mowgli
Keep my friends close watching
foes more closely
Only son of Joanie, young Corleone
Get that Genco olive oil
imported from back home
My accounts all grown and got
caught up all my taxes
So the feds don't try
to do me like Capone
Sitting up on the throne so
haters get to betting
How long that I'ma be up here while
I just keep progressing
And every day's a blessing from
this fucking very second
Until they asking favours
at my daughter's wedding
Better pay me that respect,
Don Corleone
Feet up on the throne, Don Corleone
This is gonna be La Cosa
Nostra 'til I die
Do you understand?
Be it an hour from now, be it tonight
or be it a hundred years from now
and any friend of ours knows it's gonna
be the way I say it's gonna be
and betrayal will not be tolerated
not now not never.
La Cosa Nostra
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