Lyrics

Verse

To all my soldiers East to the West Coast
Lets Toasts to the Team you respect most
Geez in the VIP please dont get Close
to get to me you gotta meet my gjettos

Approach my Empire
Got Cars Got Clothes Got Bars Got Shows Dog I send fire!
All you clones get dethroaned youve been fired!
so keep throwin ya bowes till you get Tired!

Dressed to the Nines Sip the Best of the Wines!
When you is Flashy as I y'get the Classiest Dimes!
Girl Wine Down - Lets Find Out
What a g really Does When he passes his time!

To All my Made Men and my Live Famz
Throw ya hAnds up rep Ya Pisannes
Stay in check be as respectful as i am
Never leave the club with a slug in your diaphram

Verse

My pisano's my chicanos
we move keys like grand piano's
off the west coast just ask my man yo
you can't swing notes without sopranos

The names nice i'm the don get your snickers on
Start running hit the floor turn your speakers on
Young brother smooth like avion
Never loose always choose to be #1

Raised right my Italian Mamma
Fead me spagatini and freash foccacia
Mamma can you see me thanks a lot a
I'm turning raggos into friggin nots ah

Who's the bossa the new sinatra
Gold every time i drop a
Now my stars rising to the top of the rostra
and its all because of cosa nostra

Verse

To all my signoritas chilling drinking morgarita's
Mama sita's and fly chichita's
no one throws a party and rocks like we does
those who come behind are bound to eat dust

At the bar chewing on a cuban cigar
Girls hanging out the roof of my car
can't you see that were stars and we don't care who the hell you are
you can wind up in the trun k of a car that's hard


Chorus

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