Текст (слова) песни: Non Phixion - Big Don Vincenzo
[Goretex] What`s up kid, Big Don Vincenzo, pushin the Benz-o Loaded with endo, limo tint around the windows I`m on these sacks, we max like million dollar slacks Coked up, ready to run a hundred mile track Passing the buildings, smokin my ganja plant with children Like Dennis Hopper, rappin about zebras and Sicilians Predicting stardom like a swami I`m all about cold cuts, a t-bone soft red, and fly pastrami Eatin hearty like Luke Abrasi, I gotta call Billy back To hit me with Sonys, Fishers, and `Tachis Off the truck with silk Versace, it all be criminal Drug residual, my flows be stoned like the chemical Gold fanatic, shootin beats like an addict Peace to all my shooters with gun stats who make it magic Bucktown goes BIZARRE Killin fraudulent MC`s who be up in drag like Jamie Farr To the max, I keep it, rugged for days PJ`s be like amazed, got these niggaz in a verbal haze Goretex Mussolini, rockin zuchini My classic hip-hop`s equivalent to Pagnini Parmegan and baked ziti, puffin cases of beadie with cracker bitches, who look a lot like Ally Shedi Shit is real dunn, hook up killings with guns So give up your funds, next time you see me on the route
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