Ghostface Killah, Trife Diesel, Cappadonna - Black Tequila lyrics

Where's my horns? Andale! Andale! Yo

Throw me in a mosh pit, I'm live
Will start shit melt the place then break
Out like an arsonist
Classified to get it for a classic killing
If I turn my back and walk
That means I'm chilling
Got bitches in mi casa
Boiling fresh lobsters
But, I don't do the shellfish
I'mma just eat pasta
Turkey, Italian sausage, chopped up kielbasa
Doing hit's from home, like an elite mobster
Love my onions iced up, real little, wifed up
Gotti trench men is real brittle
Poconos is where I go with the capos
Eleven Sammy the Bulls, ready to wake those
I'm half black, yo, half oregano
That's half Ital', yo, who he
I'm from that Island, yo
Staten, crushing niggas like aspirins
Commissioner Kelly, ya'll kill ya captain
That's word to my bitch that's laid off
That little patch in the pussy, word
I ate it off
Team move with hands in the air like Adolf
Hand me a big joint, bet I spray it off

Toma, toma, mira, big kid
Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe, right here
Poppy Wardrobe! Maricon! yeah

La Cosa Nostra, La Familia
What, violate my family ties
And I'mma kill ya'll
Mi amor, dami un beso, El Capitan
I'm ghettio hot sauce, on my Spaghetti-O's
Poppy Wardrobe, Mexican, handle a hose
All my gutter gang crew, got border patrol
Lights on when I come through, black Soprano
What two in the holster, my code name Darryl
Ride off in the sunset, sparking the barrel
Long boots on, my horse named White Boy John
Ride that side of that bitch
Straight Mexican song
Ash hanging off the blunt
Don't ever look at me wrong
In my heart piece stolen, Julio, I'm dirty
Up in the Arizona desert
Where the shit get ugly
All my Staten Island riders
Ride or die honchos
Get CREAM all day, leave our poncho
We bull fighting niggas, wrestle with broncos
And my team stay tight like Silver and Tonto
Carry a long whip, ya'll whip ya ass
Hard head Mexican dope, mixed with hash
Machete behind dough, with a rip in the slash
Desperado kids, me and Ghost, back at last

Toma, toma, Poppy Wardrobe
Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe bring it

Yeah, Cinco de Mayo, imported guns from Cairo
Got bagged with the toaster
Beat the charge like rhinos
This bitch who's Albino
I met her out in Chi Town
While I was out in Greek town, ordering gyros
The bad bitch keep a tool and a bible
Quick to murder her rivals
And her pops was a gangsta disciple
He killed about a thousand vice lords
Guns and knife wars the feds came for him
So slick to the night ward
Down in the NO, and right before he left
He wrote his daughter a memo
Left stacks in the Benzo
It got hot, niggas selling
Giving out the info
He paranoid, every 20 seconds out the window
Blow it in the limbo, he spazzed on Lorenzo
And smashed him in the head
With his own son's Nintendo
About a week later
The boys came and rushed him
Kicked down his door
While he sleeping and cuffed him