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moonshine burrito - diesel (feelin' lovely) lyrics

(chorus)

we got the big burritos
we got that moonshine
we keep it oh-so-diesel
we’ll blow in due time
we’re gonna bring it partner
we’re gonna k!ll it buddy
this be that one record
that got you feeling lovely

(verse 1 – jake palumbo)

i flipped a h-ll of a penny
there’s h-lla jealous & envy
mickey mantle flow, you’re barely carl yastrzemski
with the speed of a 10-speed
headed straight for the red line
if there ain’t tanks on flatbush?
don’t bother me with the headline
i eat at amigos, i eat at el sazon
i need a table with a plate of potato oles on
my main babe is like “jake – what you mean
you switched the plates off???”
i’m like nothing boo, it’s sorta like
nicholas cage in “face-off”
my other girls take yaz
it make ’em crazy, but them payments cut in my budget
for wax slabs with jazz
i’m a complicated wreck, who’s headed directly for hades
but once i get it figured out?
i’m making simultaneous babies
my enchilada mama make a mean medium salsa
i dreamed up this scene of me being the boss
it’s awesome
you can try to lay me off, so the people can witness
how i land up on my feet
with unspeakable quickness
i got the diesel

(repeat chorus)

(verse 2 – ciphurphace)

big burrito with some guacamole
red stripe and a shot of stoli
you know that ya squad can’t hold me
face covered like a hockey goalie
vintage ghost i spit the dope
i’ll fly ya head, i’ll dis ya coast
i’m in the mix, i’m in your quotes
these moonshine bars,i flip the most
diesel in my system, people please just listen
this is how we get down, this is our religion
moonshine burrito, we’re 2 times as lethal
we rock the mic right and your crew’s rhymes are feeble
in the lab wit the district selectman
rock the booth then we’re mixing the session
press those cds, a gift and a lesson
hit the stage then we spit wit aggression
sp-celab, outkast, smif to the wessun
bringing this here ish to the essence
you are in the midst of a legend
ciphur god, the bridge to the heavens
my name is phace, i’m rock n rolling, i’m great
i got that flow in the place
i’ma show you the way
i’m a pro and i’ll lace every show in your state
i’m locked and loaded i’m straight
i’ll pop a hole in ya face
i got that diesel

(repeat chorus)

(verse 3 – jake palumbo)

me & my brother keep a stash in the cupboard
got them waffle house hash browns
scattered, smothered & covered
i be boardroom ruthless, glengarry glen ross
i stopped smoking airy, & i carry the cross
my sneakers is retro, my diesel is petro
my easel is a beat machine with roger linn electrodes
the phaced god, & the sp-ced god
getting paper like i’m madoff
fail a drug test like i’m a-rod
……i got the diesel

(verse 4 – ciphurphace)

ny suprema – good d-mn pizza
moonshine burrito sipping hood sangria
sp-celab recordings we the hood pangea
you a fake -ss baller in a cooked tan kia
moonshine burrito don’t fake the funk
we got the diesel gonna make you jump
jake and phace in the place to be
keepin’ it diesel from a to z
moonshine burrito st–z, dj drop that needle please
we makin music, dropping records that the people need
we got that diesel
we got that diesel
we got that diesel

- moonshine burrito lyrics

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