Lyrics:
The God I serve dey good (e dey good, he's a Gooding God)
I say the God I serve dey good eh (e dey good, he's a Gooding God)
You know, the God I
wont refuse it
I'm not no Cuba Gooding Jr.
la la palooza
all in my bedroom with hoes you aint use to
china wok ordering mushu
son of a bitch to be
got my finger on the trigger niggas better duck when I pull it
Get the boys out the hood Cuba Gooding
You just mad cause I went and did it when you
Bouba Dioum skekele que quiere amigo
Cuba Gooding Junior incazzato duro
Anche in ramadan vengo a tagliarti il muso
Adesso a tutti piace il browny
Adesso
the pushin'
Belt to ass, even when I'm rockin' joggy, do the whoopin'
Unky in the mountains, takin' huskies with him, Cuba Gooding
When we walkin', do
Cube and Gooding
That movie was good but
Wrapping my Hobby
My Stories Deep it's Poetry
I Rap I Trap I Snap I got it regardless
Every track I demolished
Jsem jako vítr
Jsem jako vítr a vlny
Jsem jako vítr a vlny
Odnesu tě sebou dál, když už nevíš kudy
Temnej jako oceán, chodim po dně Cuba Gooding, až
California to Cuba
Gooding like Cuba Gooding gettin' blown like a tuba
Dead in the head shells shed red October
Shed and spread, cock and pop the glock only
I put in
And we out to Cuba like Gooding
She gimme a JR. like Gooding
Yea
Uhhh
If I'm on the beat it's a goodie
I ball like I'm Melo in hoodie
She no
digits
Show me the money like Cuba Gooding
Won't catch me slipping not losing footing
Chef In the stu you know I be cooking
I got more bars than
Feed me dinner feelin' like a winner
OJ Simpson Cuba Gooding chicken
Soar into the skies
Look into my eyes
Plants that hypnotize
Growing right
retreat no surrender
Only you i won give this banana
From morning till night we go SHAYO
Okpekete with the goody bag
She like look gooding guys
She twerk
Cuban do gooding ass niggas
Sweeter than
Pudding ass niggas
Niggas think they really
Real
You must be off a bill
No Kobe
Bitch I'm Icey
Like Cosby
I make
It's Saint Bruno of Gooding
From the town of Irving
Trotting up for a meet
Dropping balls at my feet
Hey Bruno
Run
Catch
Repeat
Life is filled with
to grab a Grammy
Even my Sister is Baaaad Motha cut it out
Nieces nephews cLL of us got talent
Betta watch ya mouth!
We put the good in GOODING's
Dammit
I'm bout to go Cuba Gooding Jr.
I'm bout to go Tom Hanks, it's a movie
I'm bout to go stupid dawg, like Eustace
Whole gang toting on rockets like
you know you're crooked
Banana clip, split his banana pudding
I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding
I know I'm good at
Dying of thirst
Dying of thirst
used to belong
To Cuba Gooding Jr.'s uncle
A friend of mine in high school
Had jury duty with Art Garfunkel
One time I was staying in the same hotel
the temple, non-calodic wit the father
Nickname's Pudding, Clarence 13X before the Will Smith's
and the limelights of Cuba Gooding
Lost in the cosmos,
know me yeah I'm
Always switchin' the bitch
Like gooding on the mount
You know switchin' a pitch
I don't know nothin' about baseball
But I'm pitchin'
used to belong
To Cuba Gooding Jr.'s uncle
A friend of mine in high school
Had jury duty with Art Garfunkel
One time I was staying in the same hotel
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy
Father and I went down to camp
Along with Captain Gooding
And there we saw the men and boys
cameras is looking
It's hard to channel your energy
When you know you're crooked
Banana clip, split his banana pudding
I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding
I
So niggas think twice about my medallion or
You'll hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky!"
My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent
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