gallo - odion lyrics
[intro: brian fantana, ron burgundy, nick gallo ]
it’s called sex panther by odion. it’s illegal in nine countries… yep, it’s made with bits of real panther, so you know it’s good
it’s quite pungent
oh yeah
ron burgundy: it’s a formidable scent… it stings the nostrils. in a good way
yep
brian, i’m gonna be honest with you, that smells like pure gasoline
they’ve done studies, you know. 60% of the time, (uh, yeah)
it works every time
[verse: nick gallo]
pure gasoline, pure gasoline
set it on fire like 3rd degree
skinny white boy, but i murda beats
flow so rare like burger beef
could rap about my money and the pretty girls who love me
or how all of them come touch me like they just walked by a puppy
i’m a dog (i’m a dog)
you should see me in the night
mixing liqueur with the sprite (oh yeah)
under ultra violet lights
trippy shit, trippy shit
like it’s a paranormal sight
4 a.m., walking home, me and my bed reunite
see, i’m never waking up and feeling lazy
that’s just crazy
maybe it’s just ‘cuz i’m a good fella
no martin scorsese making films up in this b-tch
motion pictures in this shit
go and follow me on twitter, it’s as easy as a click
raised in ct, shout my city, act like i was raised in the hood
but in reality that sounds so rich, people own whole neighborhoods
with the mansions and the guest homes, it’s like permanent vacation
the crime rates at a low so they put teens up in the stations
panther nation, that’s w-ssup (w-ssup)
picture taking, face be cheesin’
get a thousand views a day, i’m getting famous as i’m sleeping
i’m c-cky, yeah i guess
showing off my accomplishments
working all day and every night
so you never see me stopping shit
cup in one hand, another, that’s a ball
my team scores and i bring it back
they think i’m dante hall
and i juke ’em out, see it’s raining now
i’mma rule king over all
i ain’t even drunk, you p-ssing out, you puking near the wall
they tryna hide you was in disguise
girl got the code ‘cuz we locking eyes
now i’m diving in, the pool’s open wide
i’m in a suite that’s ocean side
gucci shoes, ray bans
crew neck and those levis
lots of hoes and lots of fakes
but i’m the realest one and that’s eastside
middle finger, you shutting up
let me in and get f-cked up
gray goose, no duck duck
girl, -ss out like b-tts up
f-cking doubtin’ like they getting ten an hour
but honestly in like ten months, i’ll be the one with that power
[outro: nick gallo]
uh
heheh
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