Lyrics:
Dinah Shore-ah Guess who eats together at the Carnegie Deli Bowser from Sha Na Na and Arthur Fonzerelli Paul Newman's half Jewish, Goldie Hawn's half
the celly Now they see me coming up, is when they all get jelly Karate kid, yeah my sensei is Fonzerelli That's forty, I come from the land of the hyphy
the mail On my way to Richmond to buy me some new apparel Bendin' corners, gettin' it quick and talkin bout lookin' "There go fonzerelli I'm feelin that mans
Fonzerelli man I thought you was a rebel I am but tell me this then Why you move up out the ghetto (the ghetto) Mothafucka I am the ghetto I
Fonzerelli man I thought you was a rebel I am but tell me this then Why you move up out the ghetto (the ghetto) Mothafucka I am the ghetto I
Sick Wid' It and ?Fonzerelli? [Celly Cel] Ready to go to war, got artilery stacked up to the ceilin' Tryin' to come up with some wonderbread Ain't
Check it out what's crackulatin? Finna get boisterous Sisters with voices And you heard of me Straight from the 'V', E-40, Fonzerelli Turn
a blind sheep, a clever mind my medulla Is ever-ready, metahuman original from the Serengeti Banging on ya jukebox, Mellstrum Fonzerelli Shephard
They want me to go up and do it Just like fonzerelli I'm talking If you ain’t with us you’re messing with the agenda We only make hits ladies just throw
Fonzerelli I just wanna be ritchie like Cunningham (Whoa) Clever piggies out to stop us they some cunning hams (No) But we sick and tired of doin the running
Cliff, Texas Catch me out here grinding with the young and the restless North Side of Texas Fonzerelli repping Already En Catch me in a new Benz Rocking
two times like Pelle, Pelle Then I put her on they belly, play it cool like Fonzerelli From New York to L.A. will they sell they body to me to escape
my bravado I bump the jukebox like either Fonzerelli Out here pimpin' known for peelin' the Pirellis Champagne sipping time to fire up the smelly Bitch
go third Whats the word whats the word Overload I'm over bump Time to get this paper huh Fetti mozzarelli, Modern day Fonzerelli Or DMX in belly I'm
Silly ass nigga more like a Fonzerelli Me, I'm Tommy off Belly Hit me on my cellie nigga, you can get the work in Nigga's taking way too long to send
every day Caught a flight out to Cali I had to improvise Freestyled to a bitch I never memorize I should call up YG for a remix or hit up 40 Fonzerelli
Overload and overgone Time to get this paper on Fetti Mozarelli, modern day Fonzerelli Or DMX and Belly i'm still smooth though Rick Rude ho, never
all on me Hell naw hell naw only for a fee FEES e Fonzerelli yea I'm staying sucka free It's that eastside Taliban pedigree Comin from the underground
cooler than Arthur Fonzerelli Rims spinning, bitches grinning at my spinning Haters hating and I got the pork chops tail-gaiting Trunk full of cash,
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