Where’s my horse? de Andre!
Andre?
Yo!
Throw me in a mosh pit I’m liable to start shit
Melt the place then break out like an arsonist
Classified to get it in for a classic killing
If I turn my back and walk that means I’m chilling
Got bitches in mi casa boiling fresh lobsters
But I don’t do the shellfish I’m a just eat pasta
Turkey Italian sausage chopped up kielbasa
Doing hits from home like an elite mobster
Love my onions diced up real little, wifed up!
Gotti trench men is real brittle
Poke your nose is where I go with the capos
11 Sammy the Bull’s ready to wack those
I’m half black yo, half oregano
That’s half Italian yo who he
I’m from that Island yo Staten
crushing niggas like aspirins
Commissioner Kelly I’ll kill your captain
That’s word to my bitch that’s laid off
That little patch in the pussy word I ate it all
Team moved with hands in the air like Adolf
Hand me a big drink bet I spray it off
Toma, toma, mira pene que!
Papi Wardrobe, Papi Wardrobe, go ahead Papi Wardrobe!
Maricon! Yeah… rrrrrrrrrrrkii kii kii kii kii kii kaaaaah
La Costra Nostra La Familia
Violate my family ties and I’m a kill y’all
Mi amor dame un beso
y Capitan ghettio hot sauce on my Speghetti-O's
Papi Wardrobe Mexican handle with ho’s
All my gutter gang crew got border patrol
Like Zorro when I come through black sombrero, what!
What 2 in the holster my code names Daryl
Ride off in the sunset Stark in the barrel
My boots on my horse named White Boy John
Rock the side of that bitch great Mexican song
Ass hanging off the brunt don’t ever look at me wrong
And my heart beats strong like Julio on guzziii
Up in the Arizona desert where the shit get ugly
All my Staten Island riders ride or die honchos
Get cream all day leave our ponchos
We bull fighting niggas wrestle with broncos
My team stay tight like Silver &Tonto
Carry a long whip yo I’ll whip your ass
Hard head Mexican dope mixed with hash
Machete behind door where the rip and the slash
Desperado kids me and Ghost back at last
Toma, Toma Mericon!
Papi Wardrobe, Papi Wardrobe bring it to them!
Cinco De Mayo imported guns from Cairo
Got back with the toast and beat the charge like rhino
This bitch who’s albino
I met her out in Chi-Town while I was out in Greek town ordering Gyros
The bad bitch keep a tool in her bible
Quick to murder her rivals and her pops was a gangsta Disciple
He Killed about a thousand Vice Lords guns and knife wards
The feds came for him so he slid to the knife ward
Down in the N.O.
And right before he left he wrote his daughter a memo left stacks in a Benz-o
They got hot niggas selling giving out the info
He paranoid every 20 seconds out the window
Blow it into limbo he spazzed on Lorenzo
He smashed him in the head with his own son’s Nintendo
About a week later the boys came and rushed him
Kicked down his door while he was sleep they cuffed him