Godfather Don - Hot Crib lyrics

[CAGE] Yea you know how the f** I do When I be flippin' over wheelchairs with the people in em' I drink buckets of venom, hang up I carve they skin em' From they ears to they toes Hope ya knows I blows out ya vertabrae so you wear bleachers so call it a day I'm not only nasty, I'm fasty with the hypothermic needle An eighth blood pushed it through ya head stud Call it quits before ya dead by this peace offer ?ya go-va oh oh hoga voga frokin frokah? No bullets in my temple cause I duck Or like how for the industry I buck Like I'm watchin pistols f** Or get the dog fed lotion My thoughts open that potion ?intentions of inibii take a bullet crazy? sh**s-a-s**m my dead bloody body my shotty don't know karate Run with godfather don, put a bullet into gotti Eight hundred and I need a body to be loved Smoke a f**in o-z hoes-be like 'can I get a puff?' So the greatest stretch is like it's made of flock A f**in boom tapes, slaughter jack ripper f** ya sista' roonmates f**ed up, a pair of Tims will stomp a n***a dead Still walkin' now he's got a tim-bo sym-bol on his head Shoulda listened to my pops, stuck my grandmother for ?ducks? Every other station ?????? [GODFATHER DON] Yeaaa.... Yeaa..... My style be aidin', participatin', beratin', disintegratin' Eatin through ate'n tracks that's already ate'n I'm waitin' for eighty nine points-a nine mothaf**as Packin' techs, catchin' wreck on those rackin' tech-niques I'm rap radio, the play-b-oy no fel**tio Maybe ya motha brotha or lovah can lay me slowww To sleep, but I'm not tired bullsh** PD he needs to be fired People need hip-hop, the flip-flop The tip-hop I rip shop From one to five o-clock Hey buzz, now was it the buzzard that does it Cause it musta been lovin' em Other gin, I was f**in sin Now you want a ?disegular? tax her for lettin the less Than the best than I enter ya rest, where's stretch? With the bagel my stomach's growlin' I be howlin' while you're wildin' You better throw the f**in' towel in Cause when I shoot, I'm aimin' for the craniums blood Flows like a minerals glow like uranium Grows like geranium, toes like your name-ium Blows like the flame in my brain I'm stayin'in em' With the big eighty-nine tech nine I'm on the air with stretch bobbito and cage and I'm outta here