Ceasar Enrico

(álbum: Bullets, Blunts In Ah Big Bankroll - 2004)

[INTRO:]
"The phone rang, it was a guy that I knew, and he said"
"They're guilty.....every fucking count"
"He says they're done...."

[Verse 1:]
Tiger, I think ya betta get it right
Cause shit goes bump in the night
Came up out the gutter, now it's all butter
And with my blade I cut like no other
The running of the bulls motherfucka it's the matador
Peep my new Wu shoes on a marble floor
Roll around like a cop-o eating on chicken
I shoot with my eyes closed hope ain't missing
Firing up weed til the early morn
It's a little bit lonely cause my girl is gone
To my so called enemies yeh I'm back
And you cock sucka fuckas gotta deal with that
Cause I'm loose like gun powder hidden in a cannon
Fly by me don't think about landing
Think about crashing, cause I'm about to fall
But not before I break these laws
Motherfucka it's the devil's heart beating in ya ear
Here go the contract sold my career
And I'm chilling right here motherfucka in the physical form
Grew my hair back just so I can hide my horns
Nah mean, the fiend of the rhymes' on the scene
My raps sound better with crime on the scene
Fillmoe down kamikaze of rap
Gotta have a weed sack for my party pack
It's like that, Sugar Hill like Romello
Stir it up til it rocks up and turn yellow
Heavenly father it's the god of Khan
Witness as my vertigo passes on
Knocking on the pearly gates high of bomb
And you can see my life if you read my palm it's like that

[HOOK:]
"Caesar Enrico Vandello"
"Is this the end of Rico?"
"Caesar Enrico Vandello"
"Is this the end of Rico?"
"Caesar Enrico Vandello"
"Is this the end of Rico?"
"Caesar Enrico Vandello"
"Caesar Enrico Vandello"

[Verse 2:]
Check this out don't move I hold ya like a slow groove
In my mind and my soul I'ma break rules
Get a new crew, we something like the Coyote Gang
Coming down on ya town like black rain
Blunts are cut and wrapped up in the indica
Rhymes are ripped and hollow tipped when they hitting ya
Man it really ain't a friend ah ya
So it ain't no prob in my mind when they getting ya
Turn like a top spitting cold begets
Tell the record lable die if they hold the cheque
Because it's right here homie the fetish for cash
You get it then you split it then you hit it and mash
You talk like a squirrel, I hope ya ain't a squealer
You looking at a new improved rap drug dealer
Take flight, buckle up like a plane ride
Why oh why do I remain high
Shooting at the sky that's over my head
Hoping that the bullets all wake the dead
Loud enough that it even shake they bed but
Quiet enough that it don't attract the feds
Because I fly like a bat outta hell that's for real
Think like a prisoner sitting in jail
When it come to these rhymes better get the scale
Or act like ya blind fucka read it in brail
Nigga crime fell no crime on the rise
All in ya eyes is the sign of the times
Heavenly father it's the god of Khan
Witness as my vertigo passes on
Standing at the pearly gates high of bomb
And you can see my life if you read my palm

[HOOK:]
"Caesar Enrico Vandello"
"Is this the end of Rico?"
"Caesar Enrico Vandello"
"Caesar Enrico Vandello"