Lyrics Chris Webby – Don Corleone
Text:
Vincent Pastore:
Kids today, ain’t got no respect for this thing of ours
Bunch of fucking jackals out on the streets now
And let me tell you somethin’
The honour and brotherhood of La Cosa Nostra
You’ll see, to all these motherfuckers:
Chris Webby:
Better pay me that respect call me Don Vito
Corleone patriarch icecold steelo
Knock it out the park like the great Bambino
Bringing in the bread like I had never heard of ketos
So you better check your ego you ain’t no Pacino
Fuck around and end up just like Pesci in Casino
Never worried when I see an enemy like Nemo
Even my marine biology bars are primo
I got roots in Avellino shoutout to my Papi
Italian royalty blood running through my body
Study in Gigante, some Gotti, Tommy Karate
Albert Anastasia, murder’s a fucking hobby
I serve ’em up with salami and clams on a linguine
Boss of the family, James Gandolfini
And everybody eating ’round me never greedy
So salute me when you motherfucking see me
Running shit so easy Webby got the game plan
How to make a buck up in the mu’fucking wasteland
Started from the bottom but trust me I’m still the same fam
Only difference now- I’m a mo’fucking made man
You can pay me that respect Don Corleone
Built an empire and I did it on my own
Feet up on the throne and I made it my home
So pay me that respect Don Corleone
Only talking bullshit you can hear it in my tone
I ain’t worried ’bout they shit my shits known
Feet up on the throne Don Corleone
(Ay) Eating prosciutto in a three piece suit
With capos all across the state those my CT troops
Get that product that we paddle when I leave the booth
And then we push it on the streets now my CD’s looped
All across the damn map with my grip on the throttle
Anybody with the crown’s getting Paul Castellano’d
I’m Joseph Bonnano, don’t fuck with Sammy Gravanos
Drinking Montepulciano by the fucking bottle
With a stokey OG, gravy on my gnocchi
Keep my mouth shut yeah my bus’ stay lowkey
All the snakes ’round got me feelin’ like Mowgli
Keep my friends close watching foes more closely
Only son of Johnny, young Corleone
Get that Genco olive oil imported from back home
My accounts all grown and got caught up all my taxes
So the feds don’t try to do me like Capone
Sitting up on the throne so haters get to betting
How long that I’ma be up here while I just keep progressing
And every day’s a blessing from this fucking very second
Until they asking favours at my daughter’s wedding
Better pay me that respect Don Corleone
Built an empire and I did it on my own
I ain’t worried ’bout they shit my shits known
Feet up on the throne and I made it my home
So pay me that respect Don Corleone
Only talking bullshit you can hear it in my tone
I ain’t worried ’bout they shit my shits known
Feet up on the throne Don Corleone
Vincent Pastore:
This is gonna be La Cosa Nostra ’til I die
Do you understand? Be it an hour from now, be it tonight or be it a hundred years from now and any friend of ours knows it’s gonna be the way I say it’s gonna be and be true and not be cowardly, not now, not never. La Cosa Nostra