golden goldies - golden bullets lyrics
[intro: golden jelly]
nineteen ninety-motherf-ckin’-five!
the golden goldies up in this b-tch!
we here to resegulate, you know what the f-ck i’m sayin’?
yeah!
[verse 1: golden jelly]
old lady stuck in a bus
the bus is on fire. i don’t give a f-ck
just gimme the money and watch me bust
right up out of this b-tch, about to get rich
come to my show. i’ll p-ss in your face
pop in the crib and curb down the place
standin’ on stage, i’m throwin’ out bricks
‘cause y’all ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of f-ckin’ d-cks
“d-cks! yeah! next up, we got the mother f-ckin’ golden spud, here to let y’all know what the f-ck is up!”
[verse 2: golden spud]
it’s the golden spud
comin’ straight outta warrendale
if you don’t like this rap
i’ll make your neck fail
you don’t know me or where i’m from
you better step back before i make your face crack
the goldies, goin’ to your grill
better just chill, or i’m gonna have to-
“it’s the mother f-ckin’ gold digger comin’ to break your f-ckin’ face!”
[verse 3: gold digger]
“yeah, mother f-cker! ahhhh!”
it’s that gold digger, baby, and this is for real
i’ll sell drugs to your grandmother’s [?]
i don’t give a f-ck what you finna say
[?] grave
i got [?] up up and down this block
i’ll sell ‘em to you, a god d-mn crack rock
[?] to ya
but i’ll f-ckin’ hook up this [?]
“ahhhh! got gold double bill up next in this b-tch. mother f-ckin’ play with your -sses. give it up… bill!”
[verse 4: gold double b]
gold double b, don’t f-ck with me
‘cause if you step, i’ma make you bleed
whack you in the face with my sawed-off
and i start stabbin’, and bodies get hauled off
you too, boy, if you f-ck with gold
gold double b and gold double [?]
may be wrong with the dvd
and glorious double b [?] out the d
“yeah, here we go. it’s the mother f-ckin’ victorious spakalantie gold!”
[verse 5: gold spakalantie]
it’s gold, b-tch
you better recognize. you better recognize
before i’m stompin’ on your eyes. i don’t give a f-ck, b-tches
you can suck my -sshole, b-tch
‘cause i don’t get a f-ck. when i get a [?]
the golden crew [?]
[?] 22, sawed off
twelve-gauge double barrel mossberg
“word. are you ready for the golden d? here it is”
[verse 6: golden d]
rollin’ through the hood in my [?]
i’m gold d, b-tch, and i’m from la
[?] throwin’ up they sets
these [?] mother f-ckers don’t know what they ‘bout to get
pulled out they glocks [?]
a rat a tat tat, i’m a bust it like that
yeah, fool, don’t you know i peels caps?
[?] from la [?] gangsta rap
“yeah! and now we’ve got the mother f-ckin’ rold gold, b-tch!”
[verse 7: rold gold]
rold gold, dog, solo, i’m back again
the [?] michigan
i get so many props, i find it hard to walk
with all the other rappers always hangin’ off my junk
[?]. it all came from me
went “wiki-wiki-wiki” back in ‘73
now put your hands in the air
and act like you care
“[?] give him props. the man with the golden plan. he lives by the rules and [?] get schooled by the golden warrior!”
[verse 8: golden warrior]
i’m a golden warrior, poppin’ off caps
off my gold-plated 44, so hit the flo’
got a sawed-off mossberg chillin’ in my sock
behind my ear, instead of a smoke, i got a glock
under my hat, i got an ak-47
[?]
i snort gunpowder sh-t off hot lead
i got no friends ‘cause i shot ‘em. now they’re all dead
“yo, check it out. in my [?] shoe, i got a’ uzi. let me get it out and give it up to my homie, golden toby.”
[verse 9: golden toby]
well i’m comin’ in this b-tch with a f-ckin’ ak
if your stupid -ss step up, i might just spray
‘cause i’m a k!ller, b-tch. i thought you knew
i’m in the stretch posse, so what you wanna do?
they call me golden toby ‘cause you know my rhymes are golden
if you got that gold, then your gold will be stolen
‘cause i [?] your punk -ss in a minute
“so just slam, just slam, and give it up for my man, mother f-ckin’ golden gram! f-ck it.”
[verse 10: golden gram]
golden gram, with 357
pullin’ triggers, k!llin feds with gold d and gold digger
gold double billy was smokin’ on a philly
puffin his big booty spliff, actin’ silly
golden rocks, in a drop top switches
blunts [?] with no flinches
word to jelly, and peace to golden spud
p-ssin’ on your face and chokin’ on the blood
“gold loads, chokes, and fat stokes to golden rocks, mother f-ckers!”
[verse 11: golden rocks]
yo, checkin’ em, checkin’ em
breakin’ on down, it’s golden rocks
the twelfth rapper to freak this sound
quick, fast, sharp like a knife
i’m from [?] and i take your life
boom, boom, boom. i bust f-ckin’ heads
you were a dollar short, and now you’re dead
well, that’s all. you heard the whole f-ckin’ golden crew
you ain’t got sh-t to say, and there ain’t nothin’ you can do
[shouting]
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