| What’s up kid, Big Don Vincenzo, pushin the Benz-o
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| Loaded with endo, limo tint around the windows
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| I’m on these sacks, we max like million dollar slacks
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| Coked up, ready to run a hundred mile track
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| Passing the buildings, smokin my ganja plant with children
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| Like Dennis Hopper, rappin about zebras and Sicilians
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| Predicting stardom like a swami
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| I’m all about cold cuts, a t-bone soft red, and fly pastrami
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| Eatin hearty like Luke Abrasi, I gotta call Billy back
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| To hit me with Sonys, Fishers, and 'Tachis
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| Off the truck with silk Versace, it all be criminal
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| Drug residual, my flows be stoned like the chemical
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| Gold fanatic, shootin beats like an addict
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| Peace to all my shooters with gun stats who make it magic
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| Bucktown goes BIZARRE
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| Killin fraudulent MC’s who be up in drag like Jamie Farr
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| To the max, I keep it, rugged for days
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| PJ’s be like amazed, got these niggaz in a verbal haze
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| Goretex Mussolini, rockin zuchini
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| My classic hip-hop's equivalent to Pagnini
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| Parmegan and baked ziti, puffin cases of beadie
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| with cracker bitches, who look a lot like Ally Shedi
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| Shit is real dunn, hook up killings with guns
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| So give up your funds, next time you see me on the route |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Don Vincenzo , by - Non Phixion. Song from the album The Green CD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп