Mokotow Kokktail

Lyrics

Yeah! Sonny Sosa! Get money live life enternainment Mokotow Cocktail Vol. 1 DJ Omar, let's go! I stay out in the east where the winter is cold Behind that red curtain like the Eminem Show Warsaw the warzone, we gettin' that doe We don't give a fuck if you was hot a minute ago Cause the minute you start frontin', be the minute you go Meet up with the holy ghost, I'm so spiritual - oh! Some of my criminals can't get rid of you all I'm a lyrical miracle, I kill 'em with flows Knife in my left hand, fork in my right hand ??? dogs bite me, shorten my lifespan Cause I eat rappers - no homo - read backwards Papoose ain't the only ??? dream catcher I keep it movin like knee action wheels I'm hyperactive, man - I need sleeping pills I'm sick, I need promethazin like Weezy, for real Cause I keep throwin' up on these beats - I'm ill Like illegal activity up in Illinois You're literal mini-me's can't kill the boy That's illusional, gotta use your imagination I'm Doctor Doolittle which means I'm about to lose my patience/patients Got it?! I repeat: I'm about to lose my patience/patients Then go crazy on 'em, I'm that new sensation Besides being a beast, I, resite on the eastside of the world, man - now be quiet You need ?heart to be grasshoppers? my freestyles Eat your a-sides and b-sides you'll see riots When my album hits stores Your whole style got me fealing filled up like alphabet boys I'm a bit bored, you're boarderline whack I can recall the times when nobody would record my tracks Nobody gave a fuck, or recorded my raps, you was on the grind where the quarter pops at, damn! I was on the grind where the stick-up kids at Fuck the hip-hop biz, that bitch is like the war in Iraq I keep going and going I keep flowin and showin that there is more than a bunch of morons flowin' in Poland I'm - boastin' 'n' bragin', so excited And my game be them warriors like Coney Island I overbuy sneakers, leathers and jeans Call it social science or politic with the feens, and I - Coke supplier, coke supplier Keep it noble with that medal, that open fire I'm a gentleman, gentleman who shows off guns You ain't gangsta - you're a bunch of show-off chumps You're so soft, run, get your Häagen Dazs ass home We're tired of you, time to say goodbye, asshole We bully the snitches like Samy the Bull (Sammy Gravano) Puttin' a bullet into ?the scene? and never the bull, bitch! And thats what's really good It's your boy Sonny Sosa aka the money broker Money laundry all day, my nigga! Ough! We stacking Euros skyhigh, you know what I'm saying?! Ough! From Berlin to Warsaw to Casablanca to Paris, to New York City, motherfucker, we get it in, yes sir! We putting out word! Mokotow Cocktail Nigga