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Guero Godfather
Now it's me the phunky guero hittin' switches
Tearin' up shit playin' punks like bitches
Everyday thing, just let my nutts hang
'Cuz at a young age I was born into the game
Hangin' with my boy D.C. on the block
Don't give a fuck, just lettin' off shots
Biggati-bang, biggati-bang, it's a motha fuckin' hit
Rollin' hella hard with a tight-ass click
Second guess who? Fool I don't play that
In my khakis, white shirt, Lil' T hat
And a gat, sittin' on the side
Mean muggin' fools, it's a hell of a ride
So ride on to the Westside (right)
Where the lunacy done run the scene
Respect them playas when you're in their hood
But fuck with my Doggs and it ain't all good
Ya see I learned this game from the L.A. streets
I might be white but I'm a loked out G.
Wannabes come to me but I don't bother
'Cuz I call the shots like I was the Godfather
Some fools stress but they don't fight
'Cuz they know that I got that violent appetite
Godfather Guero.....Guero Godfather
Godfather Guero.....Guero Godfather
Hangin', bangin', hear my beeper rangin'
Had to make money fast so I started dope slangin'
I got customers, I got a whole clientel
I serve 'em up crack, coke, hey a little ya-yo
And sell, try to avoid them cops and jail
But if I get caught then my homeys post bail
But no word of bail was ever mentioned
They threw my ass in a cell pay attention
They want names, they think that I'll narc 'em
But I don't say a word, I just play dumb
Oh what should I do, what should I
They cops said that they knew, what could I do
Find the snitch and play him like a sucka
Blast his ass put him in the ground motha fucka
Now I gotta lay low, get paid though
Suspicions puttin a stop on my drug flow
And you know that I gotta have money
Start jackin' fools that's slippin like a dummy
Here come the cops, so I light up the tires
The cops shoot the engine in the rapid gunfire
They put me away but it won't be long
And when I get out, I'm gonna sing this song
Godfather Guero.....Guero Godfather
Godfather Guero.....Guero Godfather
I'm riding sideways talkin on my cellular
Makin' hella cash, make it on the regular
Stackin green is my daily routine
Here come the cops gotta drop from the scene
Because the po-po is a no-no
And a court date is a no-show
What's the mail like, homey what that mail like
Damn wigga, you know that shit is air-tight
Air-tight like my name
Trump tight like the game
That I spit come with
'Cuz my rhymes don't quit (shit)
And that is how we do this
'Cuz you know I can't loose like my name was Parker Lewis
Try to diss my flow so you can get some props
But you get the (brakes) like my name was Jamie Fox
I'm smashin' up the charts as if my name was Gallager
Quick to flip the script, hit you with the higher caliber
(BOOM) Shhhh.. Quiet as I tip-toe
To the back window, but I don't go in though
'Cuz I see my partner try to get his bone on
Playa in my heart so I get my stroll on
And roll on Fallbrook, take a right on Victory
If you diss the valley, you don't mean shit to me
Them fools hella stacked and there ain't no foolin' see
Where the fuck you think I get my money and my jewelry
And so on, and so on, Dana what I roll on
Each hand you play you fold on, quit tellin' me to hold on
Fools be talkin' 'bout that he be white shit
Look past my color and you'll hear the bomb hits
Of a youngsta, tryin' to have somethin', can I get somethin'
Everywhere you go you here my music bumpin'
Thumpin' that leather and wood
I go through any hood and my shit's all good
Godfather Guero.....Guero Godfather
Godfather Guero.....Guero Godfather
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