Lyrics Wop - Matt Vanzetti

I don′t like your kind of people
I don't like to see you come out to this clean country
And oily hair dressed up in those silk suits
Try to pass yourself off as decent Americans
I don′t care how many dago
Ginuea
Wop
Greaseball
Goombas come out of the woodwork

My other name Lefty
Came in this bitch and I act like Pesci
Raised as a kid to be that don't tempt me
Last name and temper only things dad gave me
So gotta rob hurt for Dinero ugh
Godfather work like Vito
From the east coast like guidos ugh
But done came up short like Devito look
Gotta stay eating ain't talking baked ziti
First gotta get that bread you see me
Came with the sauce call the drip fettuccine
Al not Fredo kill my own like Mussolini
Ginuea tees on looking like Gandolfini
Talk with my hands when you talk to much
When you take bands the shit gets easy
Bout to drop in and get all our cut when I

Came in this bitch like (Woah)
Gold chain on looking like I hit a lick
Came in this bitch like (Woah)
Sinned earlier later on I might repent
Tell God don′t worry about me
Gotta statue of mother Mary at the crib (Oh you do?)
Came in this shit like (Woah)
Came in this bitch like (Woah)

Ain′t got paper you a wop
We came in mobs (Ima get it now)
Ain't got paper you a wop
We came in mobs (Ima get it now)
Ain′t got paper you a wop
We came in mobs
(Ima get it now)
Ain't got paper you a wop
We came in mobs
(Ima get it now)

This Vanzetti
Changed my name to that cause my ancestry
Same as known mobsters and dad that medley
Both coming from just a fucked up family
Had many judge cause of our disfunction
Excuse always was that′s the gist where we come from
Drenched in sins then repent each sun up
Owe cash to my fam then they'll give you a lump sum
Where′s my money
Still taught me to bread with a limited amount
And if down to ride can't be half in and out
Fam the main focus and you gotta hold em down
If they fuck you over you gotta throw em out
Cut em like gangrene a foe and fam that ain't for you the same thing
Fake′s the one thing I was told I can′t be
Anarchy raised me

Came in this bitch like (Woah)
Gold chain on looking like I hit a lick (Hit a lick)
Came in this bitch like (Woah)
Sinned earlier later on I might repent (I might)
Tell God don't worry about me
Gotta statue of mother Mary at the crib (Oh you do?)
Came in this shit like (Woah)
Came in this bitch like (Woah)

Ain′t got paper you a wop (Ima get it)
We came in mobs (what we doing?)
Ain't got paper you a wop (Ima get it)
We came in mobs (you a wop)
Ain′t got paper you a wop (You a wop now)
We came in mobs
(Ima get it now)
Ain't got paper you a wop (Ima ugh)
We came in mobs
(Ima get it now)

When America opened up the floodgates and let all us Italians in
What do you think they were doing it for
Because cause they trying to save us from poverty
No they did it cause they needed us
They needed us to build their cities and dig their subways
And to make them richer
The Carnegies and the Rockefeller′s
They needed worker bees
And there we were
But some of us didn't want to swarm around their hive
And lose who we were
We wanted to stay Italian
And preserve the things that meant something to us
Honor
And Family
And Loyalty