Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don Corleone, artist - Chris Webby. Date of issue: 28.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don Corleone |
| 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' |
| They ain’t got no idea what it’s like to be the boss |
| The honour and brotherhood of La Cosa Nostra |
| You’ll see, to all these motherfuckers: |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| (ay) Eating prosciutto in a three piece suit |
| With capos all across the state those my CT troops |
| Get that product that we peddle 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 stogie OG, gravy on my gnocchi |
| Keep my mouth shut yeah my biz' stay lowkey |
| All the snakes 'round got me feelin' like Mowgli |
| Keep my friends close watching foes more closely |
| Only son of Joney, 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 |
| 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 betrayal will not be tolerated not now not never. |
| La Cosa Nostra |