Chris "The Glove" Taylor - Godzilla Like lyrics

Ugh..... yeah This ones dedicated To all the homies That didn't make it To the millenium We gone do it for y'all Real big...godzilla like Rest in peace homies We all want the high life Big Gs in the spot lights Rocking the cordless mics Under high lights Doing what we please n***a pick a flight Real big godzilla like We finally made it All our life anticipating Cash flow Having some status With this flow On the flo' Prayin to jesus To make it true Are we still dreaming? Hell naw This what we do Besta shoo fly Don't bother me Cooly and glove Anybody else is comedy Obviously them n***as Didn't think of the world So they up early for work Like the early morning for church Before 12 noon My bird dont chirp n***a real Me and my son Watchin rap city Goo goo gaa gaa Translate I love you daddy Ugh.... I love you too More than the color blue Its all blue Assorted k**ers on the team We got Dogs, locs, east coast folks Wild out Baltimore homies That ain't no joke Leave you flat out White sheet Tuck you to sleep Don't get no better than glove So keep your beef We all want the high life Big g's in the spot light Rocking the cordless mics Under hot lights Doing what we please n***a pick a flight Real big godzilla like Monkey see Monkey do Whats next to do? Venice, roscoes, lugz, or fubu If Tiger said he was black He be trying to putt n***a trendy like the nappy a** blonde haircut What about the illness? I make em feel this Now give it to me So later for you coup devilles Man I thought I told you once I do the left coast stuff He grew up over here But wear his pant leg up Now you MCing Cool Well I'm shaolin Tone deaf So I couldn't quite hear What he was saying But anyway Yo whatever man I'm gone get at you Now make a hole and let me through Spot blue Cause he dont produce a track My n***a glove do And these rappers never say nothing that I do I be Verbally dumping Keep the crowd jumping Keep the fist pumping We all want the high life Big g's in the spot light Rocking the cordless mics Under hot lights Doing what we please n***a pick a flight Real big godzilla like Call me raging waters I'm the captain of the boat I've gotta stay aboard If it don't float So to n***as that ain't dope Look Rhymes I wrote Dump and put out They tried to close the door But know what? I stuck my foot out Smoke a tree Till the tree gone Type a n***a like to kick it at the bottom of the bong Spin wax And its on I'm the reason biggie brought back for I do more than score Dunk and break the back board In this year 2000 My head got too big for a perm Keep it braided Chico the chipper The name that I earned PG ballin Crenshaw In the lay up line Skipping on fools Hitting n***as up at halftime Ain't no scene See the tec They know the story My hood Category For the block party Scandolous West side a Los Angeles Lets go handle it End this scene Paramedics Two ambulances