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nikmoody – oh madone lyrics

“if you’re gonna do something you love, you do something you love. you don’t do something you don’t love, because in the long run you’re gonna regret that you do it”

i got to try to got to hold my own
you think i’m lying homie? oh madone
i got to build it up stone by stone
but you don’t want to wait, oh madone
my nonna’s yelling, oh madone
my grandpa’s yelling, oh madone
the whole fam yelling, oh madone
the whole world yelling, oh madone

stunad! i ain’t nothin’ but a ginzo / my family straight outta brooklyn these are my kinfolk / my grandfather thinks he’s tony soprano / and that’s probably cuz his name is really tony pagano / fuhgeddit! you ain’t sicilian / your face chameleon / you’re copying the culture boy you’re faker than a minion filled with helium / don’t it / sound like this scenes from a dream? / i dropped the ego / cuz there ain’t no guarantee you’’ be no tarrentino / i wrote it / so everybody can get back to their roots / i been cooking homemade ya’ll been cooking ragu / and you should know that’s taboo / you gotta crush the tomatoes / and go to church cuz you faithful / not bear the cross as tattoo / because they’re aiming at you / just like they’re aiming at me / is that a white kid rapping? that’s as lame as can be / but they were hating on me even when i used to play ball / i tell em’ you can kiss both of my 1,00 point b-lls/ woo!

nahh i don’t think you get it you dummy / the family business in the 20’s / was the horse and the buggy / all my uncles made a living / but the money was bl–dy / so who the h-ll am i to quit if it gets ugly / i’m lucky / to have a face so n-bledon / and badaze / they call me don / italian mother guilt so heavy i need the tommy john / boy i’m as stubborn as my father i can’t take this / tell the waitress / that it’s not calamari just call it galama! / madone / why you eating like a gavone? / cuz the flows so unique turn ezekiel to capone / i think, fake rappers are the same as fake italians / they just ramble bout your business and we never understand em’ / i got too much pride / i got too much juice / you can say the money’s dirty boy it’s buried in the roots / fuhgeddit! i’m just doing what my family taught me / i’ll be working on my future till’ sambucca’s in the coffee / ya know?

- nikmoody lyrics

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