Mafioso

(spoken)
Uhhh... whaaa... (waaa) what eez it? Yeah.
Yadidiholla? Do you know what I holla? {Do you know what I holla?}
The itty bitty city by the water that's steady gettin' taller.
(You no comprende. You don't understand.)
Vallejo. You ho.
(You just don't understand.)
Check it out though.
- Mac Dre -
Sippin' martinis, eatin' scampi and linguini,
Makin' blunts disappear, like I'm Houdini.
Laid up with Asians that know tongue-fu,
Gettin' blue when I got the call from Young Dru.
He was speakin' Thizzlamic, but I can understand it.
He said, "Al Boo Boo, the eagle has landed."
My reply? "Pronto, cousin. Execute stage two, put the turkey in the oven."
For those who don't know, that means he got the blow
And it's time to turn the blow into mo' dough.
Sell 'em high, buy 'em low, let 'em fly, let 'em go.
Birdies of the snow, straight from Valley Jo
Who got it? Nigga, Dru got it.
And if you hit him on the hip, he'll make sure that you got it.
Me and my team, we tryin' to win.
And we keep it Mafioso, you hear the violin.
CHORUS
(Mac Dre making violin noises to the tune of the Godfather.)
- Young Dru -
I'm the yay boy, the playboy from the Bay, boy
Where I stay, boy, we don't be puffin on hay, boy
Where my son head lay boy,
I protect with the K boy,
Run in my home and get sprayed, boy
Young Dru and Mac Dre boy
The yay don't play boy
I'm a made boy, highly connected spit flame boy
I'm a paid boy
___ all day boy
Never changed, I'm the same, so fuck what you say, boy
I'm not afraid, boy
Take it from wax to gun play, boy
Run away, boy
Shakin' the blades and gay boys
Movin' bricks boy
Choppin' down kicks to picks, boy
Weighin' zips boy
Takin' the trips for chips, boy
Coppin' whips, boy
Floss cross by chicks, boy
Makin' hits, boy
Fuck with the mob and get split, boy
Loaded and lit, boy
Dre and Dru is the shit, boy
From a fix to a bitch
We tryna get rich, boy.
(Mac Dre violin noises.)
- Mac Dre -
Eughh!
I'm in my sneaks with freaks on the beach was shallow
While steady drinkin Ernest and Julio Gallo (wine!)
I got my rallo, my butterfly knife
I'm nothin' nice, I cut a guy twice
All of my life, I've followed the path
Of D Boy B Boy have cash live loud
Got game like Bob Costa's
Got dread like Rasta's
Eatin' seafood sauce
Poured over pastas
You imposters get tried for treason
To the nation of Thizzlam is my allegiance
Write a grievance
File a complaint
Tell 'em Dre doin things that them other guys can't
Burnin' rubber all day
Drivin' wreckless
I cut a man throat, give a man a bloody necklace
Cuttee, they respect us 'cuz they have to
My niggaz' mafioso,
You prepared, they'll wack you!