Retro Godfather Lyrics

Retro Godfather lyrics

Come on (come on)  

 Take it back (take it back)  

 70's style (style)  

 I'll do  anything  

 All y'all old school Studio 54ers  

 That's  my  word!  

 There's nothing in the world that I won't do  

 I'll give my world to you  if you want me to  

 I'll do  anything  

 That's  my  word!  

 O.D.'n on this one fleein  all eyes seein  

 Dominant supreme being  face the mental  

 Deep concentration break the point on a pencil  

 Keep my cliches out your dental, capiche?  

 Shit that I been through is cause for parental  

 discretions no question my Westside Connections  

 L.A. Confidential, world don't stop  

 'less it's mental, Staten residentials, you wit it?  

 Wu-Tang, Forever and a day, 'til I'm old and decayed  

 I'm commited; look ma, we did it  

 Top of the the world, tell it to my firstborn  

 and my baby girl, did it my way, take the low ride  

 on the highway, out the sunroof, yellin  

 "Thank God it's Friday!" Show a nigga love  

 If he got my sound pull the plug, he's not underground  

 call him mud, when I flood the airwaves  

 Household and stairways (rainy days)  

 Waiting for these paydays, think not of the ends  

 If I got twenty, my brother get ten  

 Now let the madness begin motherfuckers!  

 There's nothing in the world that I won't do  

 I'll give my world to you, if you want me to  

 I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. anything..  

 There's nothing in the world that I won't do  

 I'll give my world to you, if you want me to  

 I'll do, anything..  

 Yo, yo, yo!  

 We got love for those with love for us  

 Baby you can look but don't touch, I'm fried off the dust  

 And plus, the only thing I trust is a fund  

 Ain't no fun, just paranoid niggaz totin guns  

 in apparel, keep us camouflaged in the shadows  

 That's where I bring this tale that you never get to tattle  

 Obliterate the tri-state, and the crime rate  

 Tell them swine niggaz fly straight, you can call it fate  

 And if it ain't mine, call it fake, bottom line  

 End the case, spoonfeed the track just a taste  

 of the side dish, soup of the day, I come Wright like N'Bushe  

 for them Dead Presidents  

 Fuck what you say, and he say, and she say, and they say  

 Vacate the premises, caught up in the melee  

 Sentence this song, to twenty-five years hard labor  

 in the system, where it takes the form of my wisdom  

 Respect mine, take my time and protect nine  

 Next on the frontline, Mr. Meth  

 No more no less, what you see is what your ass get  

 Set it off I suggest  

 There's nothing in the world that I won't do  

 I'll give my world to you, if you want me to  

 I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. anything..  

 There's nothing in the world that I won't do  

 I'll give my world to you, if you want me to  

 I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything..  

 Not a problem that I can't fix  

 Cause I can do it, in the mix  

 Not a problem that I can't fix  

 Cause I can do it, in the mix