GOODFELLAS lyrics
by Ramirez
[Intro]
(MTM, hit 'em with the heat)
[Chorus: Ramirez]
Who the f*ck want the motherf*ckin' smoke? (Ayy)
Chopper aimed at your motherf*ckin' throat (Ayy)
Peekaboo through the motherf*ckin' scope (Ayy)
f*ckin' with the savage, have you hangin' from the rope (Ayy)
Who the f*ck want the motherf*ckin' smoke? (Ayy)
Chopper aimed at your motherf*ckin' throat (Ayy)
Peekaboo through the motherf*ckin' scope (Ayy)
f*ckin' with the savage, have you hangin' from the rope (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Ramirez]
Who the f*ck want the static from the coast?
Hangin' out the window, from the bucket, let it blow (Ayy)
I'm on a mission, motherf*ckers cannot cope
Lookin' through the peephole, catch an eclipse of the ghost (Ayy)
I'm a good fella like De Niro, keep my gun up
Flash a middle finger, then I hit you with a stunna
I'll take your b*tch with just a look, I'm 'bout to cuff her
f*ck her from the back and pull her tracks out 'til the sun up
I'm creepin', run a pus*y n*gga while he sleepin'
Get eaten', swimmin' with the sharks, deep in the deep end
Don't you know that Rami is a heathen?
No reason for me to just have something to believe in
[Chorus: Ramirez & SosMula]
Who the f*ck want the motherf*ckin' smoke? (Ayy)
Chopper aimed at your motherf*ckin' throat (Ayy)
Peekaboo through the motherf*ckin' scope (Ayy)
f*ckin' with the savage, have you hangin' from the rope (Ayy)
Who the f*ck want the motherf*ckin' smoke? (Ayy)
Chopper aimed at your motherf*ckin' throat (Ayy)
Peekaboo through the motherf*ckin' scope (Ayy)
f*ckin' with the savage, have you hangin' from the rope (Ayy, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
[Verse 2: SosMula]
What the f*ck are y'all n*ggas really 'bout?
I dropped sixty thou' (Rrah, rrah), pop more than fifty cap (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
What the f*ck? We them n*ggas who made the city hot (Ewok, Ewok)
Burnin' all the city blocks (Sleez, Sleez), killin' all the city cops (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Big Sleez slide, chop, grey ooter (Vyoom-vyoom-vyoom)
Hop out, uh, broad day shooter (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Finna pop in 'fore I play in Ruger, uh (Vroom, vroom)
Burnin' rubber, R8 need the coolant
Stop playin', you is broke
Cocaine by the booth (Give me that, give me that)
Pop his brain with the scope
Chopper hang him from the roof (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Not a thing, get 'em ghost
My gang do the most
Buy eight, give him twos
Hot as flames and a smoke (Vyoom-vyoom-vyoom)
[Chorus: Ramirez]
Who the f*ck want the motherf*ckin' smoke? (Ayy)
Chopper aimed at your motherf*ckin' throat (Ayy)
Peekaboo through the motherf*ckin' scope (Ayy)
f*ckin' with the savage, have you hangin' from the rope (Ayy)
Who the f*ck want the motherf*ckin' smoke? (Ayy)
Chopper aimed at your motherf*ckin' throat (Ayy)
Peekaboo through the motherf*ckin' scope (Ayy)
f*ckin' with the savage, have you hangin' from the rope (Ayy)