The Guv'nor Songtext
von Bronze Nazareth
The Guv'nor Songtext
(So, when he picks up and raise the paper about the gov′nor)
(He's lookin′ at that, obviously, and thinking)
(You ain't the fuckin' gov′nor)
Yeah
Bronzeman, Black Day shit
Roll Blunt′s creation
Sniper's out (three one three shit, Roll Blunt, man)
Yeah, Detroit, Joy Road, Gun Rule, nigga
(R.I.P. K7 and Free Salute), yeah
Ayo, my pen wash your face, I′m a wolverine, nigga
Eating MCs like piranha streams, nigga
My rusty SK turn your Robbins to a bikini, nigga
Bloodhound, sniff out the bread Panini, nigga
I cause more of this rigor mortis
Murder during the day before my wife, I see the florist
Isotoners on triggers porcelain porous
I smoke a personal forest before the chorus
You can't fuck with it on or off court, bitch (nah)
Nobody taught me to eat, I go myself and fish
Loading an extra clip, equipped on some Selfridge shit
I′ma fill my fridge, nigga 'til him out this bitch
You can calculate but never measure up to this (nah)
Keep fronting, we know you′re scared lunch is in
'Til I can hundreds swim
Pungent counting doves again, Slugs again
Colombian ties, we wrap 'em in the rugs again
Leading the charge, plug him in
Eating manicotti over your damaged body
My roamers, they handle shottys
Aroma make a man stomach knotty
Candles, hammers and dump hobbies
Blamp you and watch you run like Rick when the Gun got him
Black and red wallows with the gum bottom
True story, yeah, the slums got him
Yeah, uh, I′ll stomp you fucks into a body pretzel
Stuffed with dusty lead, my pencil be ya body stencil
Godly Hammurabi, Mensa King, my plate assembled (king)
Armadillo, keep a shell, it′s instrumental
I crack ya dental, over sips of Lentil
Saganaki with the voodoo, broccoli got me oriental
Windows into my soul, explore my pen stroke
Tuxedos on a credenza, wild as a den of Dingoes
You couldn't mingle with it, in or out the ring, bro (nah)
I′ma Gennady blow, jaw tap and spine tingle
Climb ropes of defeat, knock out your fine dental
Classy, nigga but tools shine like a school of minnow
A duels fine, I got bars take you to Godly temples
Template stockpile bump stocks, stocks, and crypto
It's simple, I plan to get it ′til I'm zombie mental (get it)
It′s rainy with a chance of cloudy Indo
Two grenades in Grenada, nigga they wanna calm the gringo
Ayo, my lingo put your hopes in limbo
I embody what you wanna be, but we ain't kinfolk (nah)
(I don't know you niggas, man)
Eating manicotti over your damaged body
My roamers, they handle shottys
Aroma make a man stomach knotty
Candles, hammers and dump hobbies
Blamp you and watch you run like Rick when the Gun got him
Black and red wallows with the gum bottom
True story, yeah, the slums got him
One day, some′ be looked at and thought
"This is special, this is gonna be very, very wealthy, bro"
I took it on, ′cause I could see that this is gold dust
I could see the potential in his book
Why no one has taken this on is beyond me
(He's lookin′ at that, obviously, and thinking)
(You ain't the fuckin' gov′nor)
Yeah
Bronzeman, Black Day shit
Roll Blunt′s creation
Sniper's out (three one three shit, Roll Blunt, man)
Yeah, Detroit, Joy Road, Gun Rule, nigga
(R.I.P. K7 and Free Salute), yeah
Ayo, my pen wash your face, I′m a wolverine, nigga
Eating MCs like piranha streams, nigga
My rusty SK turn your Robbins to a bikini, nigga
Bloodhound, sniff out the bread Panini, nigga
I cause more of this rigor mortis
Murder during the day before my wife, I see the florist
Isotoners on triggers porcelain porous
I smoke a personal forest before the chorus
You can't fuck with it on or off court, bitch (nah)
Nobody taught me to eat, I go myself and fish
Loading an extra clip, equipped on some Selfridge shit
I′ma fill my fridge, nigga 'til him out this bitch
You can calculate but never measure up to this (nah)
Keep fronting, we know you′re scared lunch is in
'Til I can hundreds swim
Pungent counting doves again, Slugs again
Colombian ties, we wrap 'em in the rugs again
Leading the charge, plug him in
Eating manicotti over your damaged body
My roamers, they handle shottys
Aroma make a man stomach knotty
Candles, hammers and dump hobbies
Blamp you and watch you run like Rick when the Gun got him
Black and red wallows with the gum bottom
True story, yeah, the slums got him
Yeah, uh, I′ll stomp you fucks into a body pretzel
Stuffed with dusty lead, my pencil be ya body stencil
Godly Hammurabi, Mensa King, my plate assembled (king)
Armadillo, keep a shell, it′s instrumental
I crack ya dental, over sips of Lentil
Saganaki with the voodoo, broccoli got me oriental
Windows into my soul, explore my pen stroke
Tuxedos on a credenza, wild as a den of Dingoes
You couldn't mingle with it, in or out the ring, bro (nah)
I′ma Gennady blow, jaw tap and spine tingle
Climb ropes of defeat, knock out your fine dental
Classy, nigga but tools shine like a school of minnow
A duels fine, I got bars take you to Godly temples
Template stockpile bump stocks, stocks, and crypto
It's simple, I plan to get it ′til I'm zombie mental (get it)
It′s rainy with a chance of cloudy Indo
Two grenades in Grenada, nigga they wanna calm the gringo
Ayo, my lingo put your hopes in limbo
I embody what you wanna be, but we ain't kinfolk (nah)
(I don't know you niggas, man)
Eating manicotti over your damaged body
My roamers, they handle shottys
Aroma make a man stomach knotty
Candles, hammers and dump hobbies
Blamp you and watch you run like Rick when the Gun got him
Black and red wallows with the gum bottom
True story, yeah, the slums got him
One day, some′ be looked at and thought
"This is special, this is gonna be very, very wealthy, bro"
I took it on, ′cause I could see that this is gold dust
I could see the potential in his book
Why no one has taken this on is beyond me
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